******AT ATTENTION******
<Catzy> @@
<Logan> @@
<Kurt> @@
<Remy> @@
<Trav> @@
<Erik> Last time, Remy got a gruesome package in the mail, containing a severed finger. He recognized the finger-and the ring upon it-as belonging to Belladonna Boudreaux, his Assassin's Guild fiancée he hasn't seen in about six months. Yes, I'm too lazy to word this in a way you haven't seen before.
<Erik> After Remy got the ring, he had a small chat with Erik, then retired to his room. Sometime in the night, he managed to slip out of the castle undetected by anyone, and then swiped Logan's bike and hightailed it down the road. Arguments on how he managed to do this successfully are not open for discussion. :P
<Erik> Rather than a.) hunt him down in the jet or b.) drag everyone else along to look for him, Erik opted to c.) send Logan after him with the strict reminder that evisceration was not a suitable punishment.

********PROLOGUE********
<Erik> SCENE> DAWN. A TRAIN DEPOT ON THE OUTSKIRTS OF BUDAPEST. ASSORTED AGING LOCOMOTIVES CAST LONG SHADOWS IN THE EARLY MORNING MIST. REMY LEBEAU IS HUNKERED DOWN IN AN EMPTY FREIGHT CAR, A MOTORCYCLE LEANING AGAINST THE WALL NEXT TO HIM.
<Erik> SCENE> THIS LINE, REMY HAS LEARNED, RUNS CLEAR TO VIENNA, AND FROM THERE, TO PARIS. AS THE ENGINE IS EMITTING OCCASIONAL PUFFS OF BLACK EXHAUST AND THE FREIGHT HANDS HAVE JUST FINISHED CHECKING THE LAST CAR, IT SEEMS AS THOUGH IT WILL BE MOVING ON ITS WAY ANY MINUTE NOW.
<Remy> ::stands against the wall adjacent to the one the bike is leaned against:: ((Should be movin' soon..))
<Remy> ::moves away from the wall and starts to move over to the poor, peeks outside::
<Erik> <Freight workers> ::move away from the train, talking amongst themselves and lighting up cigarettes::
<Erik> ACTION> THE WHISTLE IS DEAFENING, AT SUCH CLOSE QUARTERS. THE CAR LURCHES, AND THE WHEELS SCREECH LOUDLY AS IT SLOWLY BEGINS TO MOVE FORWARD.
<Erik> ACTION> REMY CATCHES A GLIMPSE OF SOMETHING DARK MOVING IN THE SHADOW OF A BUILDING CLOSE TO THE TRACKS.
<Remy> ::braces himself against the wall as the car lurches forward:: ((Fine'ly..)) ::..watches the movement..:: ((Hunh..))
<Erik> ACTION> THE TRAIN-CAR, PICKING UP SPEED, PASSES THE BUILDING.. THE SHADOWY FIGURE LEAPS FORWARD, SUDDENLY, AND LANDS IN THE OPEN DOOR OF THE CAR, ROLLING SLIGHTLY WITH THE IMPACT. IT'S LOGAN.
<Remy> ..::shakes his head:: ((Nah ain't nuthin..')) ::moves back to the wall by the bike::
<Remy> Holy--!..::jumps back, into an attack position::
<Remy> Logan?
<Remy> ((Shit.. you are dead Lebeau))
<Remy> ::nervous:: eh.. what're you doin' here?
<Logan> ::pops the claws of his left hand, using them to point at remy:: You stole my bike.
<Remy> ..ehm.. yeah 'bout dat.. Though I lef' a note.. hmm musta forgot..
<Remy> Was gonna bring it back, y'know
<Logan> ::retracts his claws:: What makes you think your fingers are any more secure than hers, bub?
<Remy> ..::looks at him..slight shrug:: Gotta do sumthin'
<Logan> Sumthin' smart, kid. Going off half-cocked'll just get you killed.
<Remy> Bettah me den her...
<Logan> Sure about that?
<Remy> ..Yeah.. S'my fault.
<Remy> If anythin' happens t' her.
<Logan> There will be others, kid.
******END PROLOGUE******

********SIM START********
<Erik> SCENE> WUNDAGORE. THE DINING ROOM, WHERE THE STUDENTS WERE INEXPLICABLY DIRECTED TO MEET FOR AN AFTERNOON CLASS TODAY. 5 MINUTES BEFORE CLASS TIME.
<Trav> :::Rushes into the dining room, arms carrying heavy textbooks, a binder being held by his teeth::::
<Erik> <Pietro> ::leaning against the table casually, drumming his fingers on the wood::
<Kurt> ::quietly walks into the dining room, bookbag hung from one shoulder::
<Catzy> ::sits unusually still and quiet at the table, occupied with a small book::
<Bova> ACTION> BOVA ENTERS, FROM THE KITCHEN, WEARING HER USUAL SHAPELESS DARK BLUE ROBES. SHE MOVES TO THE FRONT OF THE ROOM A BIT HESITANTLY.
<Bova> ::shuffles slightly, hands tucked in her sleeves in front of her, looking over the group quietly:: If you would all follow me...? ::inclines her head deferentially, turning back toward the kitchen entrance::
<Trav> :::Cocks his head to the side in confusion, then puts his stuff on the table, then follows Bova:::
<Kurt> ::rubs at the back of his neck as he follows with the others::
<Bova> Oh... ::pauses:: You will not need your books. ::seems to smile slightly, before disappearing into the kitchen::
<Bova> <Pietro> ::quizzical, slightly confused look, follows Bova::
<Bova> SCENE> IN THE KITCHEN, THE NORMALLY PRISTINE COUNTERS HAVE A NUMBER OF VARIED INGREDIENTS SET OUT, ALONG WITH MIXING BOWLS AND UTENSILS.
<Catzy> ::leaves the book and follows slowly, sniffing the air::
<Kurt> ::pauses, staring at one of the counters in disbelief:: ..We will be.. cooking?..
<Catzy> catzy learn to make food?
<Trav> :::Looks even more confused::: So...what's on the menu?
<Bova> ::turns back to face the students:: Miss Polaski made a suggestion... since the weather has turned so warm lately... and this should go quickly with many hands helping... ::shuffles again:: I believe it is called 'ice cream'?
<Bova> <Pietro> ::grins:: Miss Bova, you're actually going to let us cook in here? ::sounds a bit incredulous:: ((I wonder how Ms Polaski talked her into it..))
<Catzy> ice cream ice cream ::claps::
<Kurt> Ahhh, ich verstehe.. ::looks around, then puts his bookbag in an out-of-the-way spot on the floor::
<Bova> <Bova> ::seems to relax a bit:: Hush, Master Pietro. ::looks back to the others:: I do not know which flavor all of you prefer, so if you will decide what sort you wish to make..?
<Trav> Home made ice cream? :::Rolls his eyes in thought::: Hmm, mint would be good.
<Kurt> ::approaches one of the counters, peering at the utensils laid out there:: ..I have never done this before.. it will not be difficult, ja?..
<Bova> It is a simple recipe... do you all prefer mint, then?
*********SIM END*********