******AT ATTENTION******
<Bobby> @@
<Catzy> @@
<Kurt> @@
<Emma> @@
<Logan> @@
<Trav> @@
<Erik> Last time, Emma's father called Wundagore and begged her to come home. Remy and Logan got jumped by some guys and their powers seemed to be malfunctioning, before they both were knocked out.

********PROLOGUE********
<Erik> SCENE> A LUXURIOUS BEDROOM, DIMLY LIT. REMY WAKES UP ON SILK SHEETS, FEELING BRUISED AND A LITTLE FUZZY. HIS HEAD HAS BEEN BANDAGED, BUT HE STILL CAN'T FEEL HIS POWERS.
<Remy> ::stirs slightly, vision a little blurred:: huh.. wha? ::sits up, feels the silk sheets slide down his arms:: ((huh.. Silk? Where am I?)) ::rubs his head.. feels the bandage:: ((..don' remember dat))
<Erik> ACTION> HE REALIZES HIS CLOTHES, LIKE HIS POWERS, APPEAR TO BE ABSENT.
<Remy> Nice dat dey took my clothes. ::looks around the room for any clothes.. a dresser, anything like that::
<Erik> ACTION> THE BED IS CLEARLY THE CENTRAL FOCUS OF THE ROOM, BUT A CHAIR SITS NEXT TO A DRESSING TABLE, AND A WARDROBE STANDS IN THE CORNER. IT'S ALL VERY 18TH CENTURY CHIC, REALLY.
<Remy> ..::climbs out of bed, wrapping a sheet around his waist, stumbles slightly and braces against the bedpost:: Ugh. ((Awright.. so I woke up in a bed day ain't mine.. nekkid.. dere's a bandage on my head.. don't remember any of it..))
<Remy> ::raises an eyebrow:: an' I woke up in de pas'.
<Remy> Sounds like a bad skin flick.
<Erik> ACTION> A KNOCK SOUNDS AT THE DOOR.
<Remy> ::shrugs..:: it's somethin'. ::moves to change into some clothes::
<Remy> ((eh?)) ::wary glance towards the door::
<Remy> ..::looks for something he can use as a weapon::
<Erik> ACTION> THE WARDROBE CONTAINS NO CLOTHES HE CAN USE. IT WOULD SEEM HE'S IN A WOMAN'S ROOM. A LAMP SITS ON THE DRESSING TABLE, BURNING. THE ONLY OTHER AVAILABLE OBJECT SEEMS TO BE THE CHAIR.
<Erik> ACTION> THE KNOCK SOUNDS AGAIN
<Remy> ((Don' wanna burn de place down.. yet..)) ::grabs the chair:: C'mon in.
<Erik> ACTION> THE DOOR SWINGS OPEN. A MAN IN AN OLD-FASHIONED SUIT, WAISTCOAT, AND GLOVES STANDS OUTSIDE, PATIENTLY. HE LOOKS LIKE A BUTLER, PERHAPS.
<Erik> <Servant> ::doesn't blink at Remy's 'attire':: Mister Lebeau, if you will put the chair down and follow me?
<Remy> ..How do you know my name?
<Remy> an' where am I?
<Remy> and who are you?
<Erik> <Servant> ::merely smirks:: This way, sir.
<Remy> an' where's my friend?
<Erik> ACTION> THE MAN STARTS DOWN THE HALL.
<Remy> I ain't goin' nowhere unless you tell me sumthin.. or atleast get me some clothes! ::calls after him::
<Erik> ACTION> HIS FOOTSTEPS FADE...
<Remy> ::..mutters and follows, readjusting the sheet as it starts to slip::
<Remy> Could've atleast lef' me my skivvies.
<Erik> ACTION> THE SERVANT LEADS HIM DOWN A LONG HALL, PAST SEVERAL OTHER DOORS AND A STAIRCASE LEADING DOWNWARDS, TO A SET OF DOUBLE DOORS AT THE END.
<Remy> Ooh dere mus' be someone important behin' dere if dey got two doors..
<Erik> <Servant> ::steps to one side and motions to the doors:: Lady Candra will speak to you within.
<Remy> ((..I got attacked an' beat up so I could play love slave to an' ol' lady?)) ::shudders slightly::
<Remy> ::opens the door and heads in::
<Erik> ACTION> INSIDE, A FAMILIAR BLONDE WOMAN SITS AT A TABLE NEXT TO A LARGE WINDOW. HE RECOGNIZES HER AS SHE TURNS HER FACE TOWARD HIM, SMILING. HE MET HER IN PARIS BEFORE, ALTHOUGH HE KNEW HER AS VIVIAN DELACROIX
<Remy`> ::raises an eyebrow:: Viv? what's dis Candra business? why did you kidnap me?
<Erik> <Candra> ::motions to the chair on the other side of the table, still smiling:: It's wonderful to see you again, Remy. I had wondered where you disappeared to, so suddenly...
<Remy> A guy'd get a little suspicious.. y'know wit' you stealin his clothes an' all. ::slight smirk::
<Remy> ::takes a seat, readjusting the sheet again::
<Erik> <Candra> ::wide-eyed innocence:: Your ...clothes? They were filthy.
<Remy> gettin' attacked like dat'll do dat to ya.
<Erik> <Candra> Ah, you must forgive my friends their... overzealous nature.
<Remy> why you send 'em after me in de firs' place?
<Erik> <Candra> I just wanted to catch up on things ::smirks:: Honestly, Remy, so many questions...
<Remy> Well I kinda was on my way ta do some t'ings.
<Erik> <Candra> Oh? ::arches a brow::
<Remy> ::idlely twists the ring on his pinky:: jus' lookin' for some information.
<Erik> <Candra> ::amused smile:: So careful, you are... Don't worry, you needn't concern yourself about Belladonna anymore. She is safe.
<Remy> ..::eyes narrow and jumps up outta his chair, grabs and readjusts the sheet before it falls off as he gets up, scowls:: Where is she?
<Erik> <Voice> ::from behind him:: Well, if I'd known a little present like that was all it took t'get your attention...
<Remy> ::turns around::
<Erik> ACTION> BELLADONNA STANDS THERE, ARMS CROSSED, ONE HAND BANDAGED HEAVILY. SHE LOOKS MAD.
<Remy> ..Belle?
<Remy> ::both eyebrows raise:: What's goin' on?
<Erik> <Bella> ::walks smoothly to stand at Candra's side, still eyeing Remy coldly:: What's it been? A few months? Thanks for callin'.
<Remy> ::sighs:: I jus' couldn' go back dere.. tried t' get away from dat for a little bit.. I was gonna come back eventually..
<Erik> <Candra> ::light laugh:: Remy, sit down. Belladonna, no need for recriminations. I told her sending a finger was a bit over-done, but she insisted... ::shrugs::
<Remy> ..::puzzled look:: what's goin' on?
<Erik> <Candra> You left so suddenly, before, I never got the chance to explain. ::smirks:: Does the name 'Benefactress' ring a bell?
<Remy> ..::blinks:: ..you?
<Remy> but..
<Erik> <Bella> You shouldn'ta tried to run from de Guilds, Remy.
<Remy> I wasn' tryin' t' run away from de Guilds.. or you.. I jus' needed t' do some thinkin.
<Erik> <Candra> Yes, I am she. ::crosses her ankles, leisurely:: Bella, shh. I am afraid the time for indecision has passed, Remy. I need you to take your place as a faithful member of the Thieves' Guild.
<Remy> ..Somethin' happen while I was gone?
<Erik> <Candra> No, no... ::smiles:: In fact, I need you to continue attending this... school you have enrolled in.
******END PROLOGUE******

********SIM START********
<Erik> SCENE> WUNDAGORE. CLASS IS OVER FOR THE DAY. EMMA GOT OFF THE PHONE A FEW MINUTES AGO, BOBBY IS STILL IN THE INFIRMARY AFTER HIS 'FAINTING' SPELL, EVERYONE ELSE IS GOING ABOUT THEIR BUSINESS AS USUAL.
<Trav> :::Sitting on the stairs, reading his latest comic book:::
<Bobby> ::lays back on the table in the infirmary, staring up at the cieling:: ((..an unfamiliar cieling.. did Mr. Lensherr have it painted? I thought it was another shade of "gloomy castle rock" before..))
<Kurt> ::moves down the stairs, careful to not trip over Travis on his way down::
<Catzy> ::walks along, stopping in front of the stairs to smile and wave to Kurt and Travis::
<Erik> <Pietro> ::drums his fingers on the edge of a counter, waiting, glancing over at Bobby once or twice::
<Kurt> Hallo, katze..
<Erik> ::steps into the infirmary, nodding to Pietro, who gets up and dashes off:: Mr Drake, I understand you fainted in Ms Darkholme's class?
<Emma> ::Sits in her room, deciding to write rather than to call Christian.::
<Bobby> ::looks over to Pietro.. sighs:: You don't have to be here, you know.. ::looks over to Erik:: ..yeah.. I mean.. yes, I did, Mr. Lensherr.
<Catzy> hello bluefurry!
<Erik> Is this something that has happened before?
<Trav> :::Looks up from his comic book::: Oh, hey Kurt, Catzy...didn't hear you.
<Kurt> ::raises his eyebrows at Catzy, stepping off of the stairs:: ..Uhm.. right.
<Bobby> ::sighs, rubbing his forehead:: ..No, it hasn't happened before.. look, I faked the fainting, but then I fell asleep without trying, on the classroom floor..
<Erik> ::frowns slightly:: I see. Have you been sleeping regularly?
<Catzy> ::follows after Kurt quietly::
<Kurt> ::starts towards the living room, not yet noticing the stalking cat-thing::
<Bobby> ::rubs the back of his neck:: I.. think so? I've been trying to keep up with everything going on.. ::squints, trying to think:: I'm pretty sure I've been sleeping enough.. though, I'm often finding myself drifting off during lectures.. I mean.. ::eyes dart:: ..not your's..
<Erik> ::sidelong glance at Bobby, as he flips through a medical file:: Perhaps it's the heat?
<Erik> <Pietro> ::knocks on Emma's door::
<Catzy> ::continues to follow Kurt around silently::
<Emma> Come in. ::Looks a little lost, staring at her stationary.::
<Erik> <Pietro> ::pokes his head in, questioningly:: Is everything alright?
<Kurt> ::once in the living room, he moves to take a seat on the couch, murmuring something under his breath in German::
<Bobby> ::pauses, blinking as he hadn't noticed Pietro leaving:: ..Does he always do that? ::shakes his head, looking back to Erik:: I don't know.. maybe.. I was pretty tired when we were in Nevada..
<Trav> :::Rolls up his comic, sticking it in his pocket, before traveling out the front door:::
<Emma> My father called me. ::Sighs.:: He seemes to have forgotten where he sent me a few years ago.
<Catzy> ::sits next to Kurt, trying to reproduce the sound he made::
<Kurt> ::..turns his head to stare at Catzy, squinting slightly:: ..What are you doing?
<Erik> ::nods slightly:: It is possible, I suppose. Hold still. ::gestures, sending a device floating over Bobby's forehead, down to his feet::
<Catzy> ::turns her head to smile at Kurt:: What are -you- doing?
<Kurt> ... I asked you first.
<Erik> <Pietro> ::steps into Emma's room a bit hesitantly:: Where's that?
<Bobby> ..::eyes Erik, sighing and mumbling under his breath:: ..wish I could do something like that.. ::watches Erik::
<Catzy> I asked you second!
<Erik> ::faint smile, brings the device back to himself and studies the readings:: You are here to learn about your powers... do not assume limits you have not yet reached.
<Bobby> No.. I wish I could do something like that right now.. then I wouldn't have to struggle and be all slow just to go up stairs.. I feel so.. ::scowls, not finishing his statement::
<Kurt> ::tail briefly waving about:: Schwer, katze... is this some sort of game?
<Trav> :::Walks back inside, whistling to himself, heads for the living room:::
<Erik> ::sets the device aside:: Hn... ::distant expression, for a moment:: I would not rush things, Mr Drake. I was more than twice your age before I... before the first time I ever used my powers.
<Erik> <Pietro> Emma? ::puzzled tone::
<Bobby> ::slumps over with another sigh:: ..Easy for you to say, you can like.. float and stuff.. You don't even NEED to walk! Hell, I bet you could just sit in your room and move everything without once getting up from a comfy chair!
<Catzy> Catzy like games ::nods:: Catzy want to know why you say strange words
<Emma> ::Sighs, just shaking her head.:: He was the one who sent me to the institution. He excepts me to forgive him, like that.
<Kurt> ::a tad bemusedly:: It is the language I have grown up speaking.. I try not to use it too often, but it is easier than English.
<Catzy> ::blinks and looks pensive for a moment:: Like when Catzy says "meow" "meow"?
<Emma> Apparently, my brother has displeased him and my eldest sister might of done something too, but that subject we didn't bring up. He's trying to presuade me back to seeing him by what I believe in offering me to be his heir. ::Sighs disantfully.::
<Erik> <Pietro> ::winces:: That sounds rough... I didn't know you had siblings?
<Trav> :::Walks into the living room, eyeing Kurt and Catzy oddly::: ((Did I just walk in at a bad time?))
<Kurt> ...I suppose so, ja. ((...Is meowing actually a.. language?))
<Catzy> ::giggles:: Teach Catzy your talk!
<Erik> ::raises a brow at Bobby:: If I used my powers to accomplish everything, my body would be weak and useless.
<Trav> :::Nods::: Yeah, why don't you do that, Kurt? ((Should be a hoot to watch.))
<Kurt> ::eyes widen, and he looks from Catzy to Trav and then back again:: ..You.. want me to teach you German?
<Emma> My sisters are quite similar to me, so I know how insufferable I am. ::She smirks.:: I was much closer to my brother, Christian. ::Her edges soften slightly, and she smiles.:: He was always kind to me, the most decent of us, in my opinion.
<Bobby> ::eyes him:: Yeah, but it's not like if you ever got into trouble you'd have to resort to using karate or your kung fu grip or anything like that.. ::strikes various small kung fu poses::
<Catzy> Catzy want to learn Germ Man!
<Trav> :::Tries to hold back his laughter:::
<Erik> <Pietro> Have you spoken with him recently? ::quizzical glance::
<Kurt> ::shoots Trav a look:: Ach, katze.. I, ah, don't think it is a good idea.
<Catzy> ::frowns and pouts:: why?
<Erik> ::amused look:: There are times, Mr Drake, at which the simplest and most efficacious solution to a threat can be a well-timed punch in the nose. Not that other methods are not preferable, when available.
<Trav> Yeah, Kurt, why? :::Sly grin on his face:::
<Bobby> ::squints at Erik as if he grew a third head when he used "efficacious":: Yeah, well.. it's hard to do much when it takes you twice as long to move places.. ::small pause:: ..I wouldn't mind learning how to use the cane to defend myself, though, if I can't run or do anything else..
<Kurt> ::thinks fast, tail starting to twitch:: ...Because the katze needs to concentrate on her normal studies. I doubt Herr Lensherr would appreciate it if I overloaded her with work. ((HAH! Take that!))
<Catzy> ::scratches her head:: ok! ...Catzy think he want to learn too ::points to Travis::
<Trav> :::Eyes widen::: Uhm, I'm fine knowing American, Catzy. After all, everybody's gonna start speakin' English in the future.
<Kurt> ::smirks, looking to Trav:: And why do you say that, mein freund?
<Catzy> ::puts her hands between her knees and grins, watching the two talk::
<Trav> Well, what else would the people of the future speak? French?
<Erik> Perhaps when Mr Lebeau returns, he can instruct you in that regard... I would, however, like to focus on your powers themselves.
<Bobby> Why? ::rolls his eyes:: Looking to save on air conditioning bills when it comes summertime? ::raises a brow::
<Kurt> ::slightly amused chuckle:: Nein. English is widespread, yes.. but I cannot picture that happening.
<Emma> ::She shakes her head.:: I was... I was too afarid what he thought of me.
<Erik> ::chiding glance at Bobby:: Your powers interest me, for multiple reasons. I have encountered mutants with the ability to manipulate heat before, but never one who can manipulate the absence thereof.
<Trav> 'sides, if everybody doesn't speak English, how're Americans supposed to do business?
<Catzy> ::nods to Travis::
<Bobby> ::eyes him:: Hey, as long as I can stop looking like I'm some sort of twisted mannequin, whenever I use my powers.. ..that, and it'd be nice to do something other than the same thing a freezer can do in five minutes..
<Kurt> ::shrugs:: By learning other languages. ::grins, though it's more a show of teeth:: Now, you wanted to learn German, ja? Repeat after me... 'Ich bin der dummkopf.'
<Trav> :::Looks confused::: Ich bin der dummkopf?
<Catzy> ick bin derr dumptruck
<Erik> You have only just begun to grasp your powers, Mr Drake. Do not rush the process... you will grow into them with time.
<Kurt> ::leans back in his seat, laughing:: Very good! But your accent needs work. ::still grinning::
<Trav> :::Frowns::: What did I just say?
<Emma> I think that's why we get along so well...
<Kurt> ::innocently:: Do you really want me to tell you?
<Trav> :::Narrows his eyes, nodding:::
<Catzy> tell! tell!
<Bobby> ::eyes narrow at Erik:: Look, I'm fairly certain my powers aren't a pair of pants bought a few sizes too big because I'm still growing after puberty, so you can cut out using that phrase. I understand that. But you need to realize that I'm an impatient teenager who wants everything as soon as possible.
<Kurt> ::...hops up to balance himself on the arm of the couch, as to be able to make a fast getaway:: 'I am an idiot'. Would you like to learn more?
<Erik> <Pietro> ::listens, frowning slightly:: I'm sure your brother is worried about you... Why would he think any different of you?
<Emma> Well, he would think I'm insane, perhaps.
<Catzy> id-ee-ott? idiot. idiot! ::points at Trav::
<Trav> :::Starts to growl, then groans and slaps his forehead at Catzy's reaction:::
<Kurt> ::extremely amused look:: Very good, katze!
<Erik> ::raises a brow:: All I can tell you is that practice will build your power and control. There is no such thing as a switch that will immediately grant you any ability.
<Erik> <Pietro> ::confused look:: Why would he think that...?
<Trav> :::Points at Kurt::: I don't need this kinda abuse from guys. I get plenty from the teachers.
<Catzy> Catzy want to learn more Germ Man!
<Bobby> ::eyes Erik skeptically:: So you mean to say that you started out just.. moving paperclips around? I find that somehow hard to believe.. ::near scoffing look::
<Emma> <Emma> I could hear other people's minds and my family assumed I was schizopheric<sp>.
<Erik> <Pietro> ::taken aback expression:: They... oh... ::the look on his face makes it rather obvious it never occurred to him that her brother might not know she's telepathic::
<Kurt> ::amused look abating a bit:: Well, you did seem to think that I teaching German was a good idea. ::glances to Catzy:: You do?
<Emma> ::Slighty smiles.:: High society is not openminded.
<Catzy> ::points to Trav again:: dumptruck!
<Erik> <Pietro> ::rubs the back of his neck:: Still... I'm sure he would understand, wouldn't he?
<Erik> I was... not in the best of health, for much of my youth. ::frowns:: There were days when I was fortunate to stand up. Moving paperclips, as you put it, did not come until much later.
<Bobby> ..::pauses:: ..Oh, uh.. `sorry.. Look, I didn't realize how bad things were like, you know.. in the 19th century and all.. ::smirks, looking down::
<Erik> ::level look at Bobby::
<Bobby> ::grins:: What? ::notes the look:: Oh come on, it was just a joke.. ::shifty look:: ..I mean, it's not like you're so old even your kids have white hair or anything.. ::grins wider, despite himself::
<Erik> ::level stare continues:: You may go, Mr Drake.
<Trav> No, Catzy...:::Gently takes Catzy's hand, pointing her finger at Kurt::: That is the dummkopf.
<Emma> I'm going to write a letter to him.
<Catzy> bluefur dumb cough?
<Bobby> ::look sobers:: ..Look, I'm sorry. ::carefully gets off of the medbed.. table.. thing:: It's just not exactly like I have fun and laugh a lot.. ::scowls as if suddenly remembering his situation after forgetting it, turns a bit waxy looking and the air around him cools as he remembers the mob::
<Trav> Yes, a very big dummkopf. :::Smirks:::
<Erik> <Pietro> Well, that's something... ::smiles:: I hope I didn't interrupt...
<Kurt> ::eyes narrowing, tail starting to sway back and fourth:: Katze, can you say 'Travis ist der homosexuell.'?
<Trav> :::Quickly puts a hand on Catzy's mouth::: Don't say it.
<Catzy> Travis ist d.. ::bites Travis' hand::
<Erik> ::nods slightly:: If you begin to feel ill again, perhaps you should allow your powers to normalize your temperature until you are comfortable.
<Trav> Oww! :::Pulls back his hand::: No biting.
<Kurt> ::snickers::
<Catzy> ::kicks her feet against the couch, her tail slowly moving back and forth:: taste bad
<Emma> ::Shakes her head.:: Writr's block.
<Trav> What, were you expecting me to taste like chicken? :::Checks to make sure the bite didn't break the skin:::
<Catzy> ::nods::
<Kurt> ::speaking almost kindly:: Be careful, katze.. you might catch something..
<Catzy> Germ Man?
<Bobby> ::glances over to Erik:: Thanks.. uh.. sorry about making fun of your age and all that.. ::slowly begins to make his way to the infirmary door::
<Trav> :::Growls at Kurt::: That's right, keep it up, blue boy. I'll hang you by that tail.
<Kurt> ::waving his tail at Trav:: Ach, but that is only if you can manage to catch it!
<Trav> :::Makes a grab for the tail:::
<Erik> You may wish to ask Ms Darkholme about the homework she assigned, as well.
<Catzy> ::starts to mimick Kurt again, waving her tail too::
<Kurt> ::nimbly leaps towards the wall, twisting around so that his hands and feet catch the surface, tail quickly moving to a spot safely away from Travis' hand::
<Bobby> ::winces:: ..yeah, I probably should.. ::sighs, making his way out of the infirmary::
<Trav> :::Growls, then changes direction, making another grab for the tail:::
<Kurt> ::scrambles further up the wall, tail moving to wrap around his own waist:: Can't you do better than that?
<Catzy> ::watches the two having fun and sulks::
<Catzy> ::leaps at Travis::
<Erik> ::steps out, closing the infirmary door behind him, and follows Bobby to the elevator::
<Trav> Come down here and fi...ACK! :::Gets bowled over::: Catzy!
<Kurt> ::laughs, turning his head to watch them, probably fairly close to the ceiling by now::
<Emma> I have no idea how to start this letter... ::Sighs and scowls.:: Now, if it was Cordy, my sister, the page would be filled up with scathing remarks.
<Catzy> ::stands up and stares at Kurt:: why he not fall down?
<Erik> <Pietro> You could... always just start with 'Hi'. ::half-smile:: Things tend to flow from there.
<Trav> I don't know. :::Gets back up, brushing himself off::: And why'd you pounce on me like that?
<Emma> ::She looks as if she's about to say something cutting, then pauses, looking down at the paper.:: I'll try that.
<Catzy> ::shrugs:: Catzy catch dumb cough
<Kurt> ::small smile, pushing off of the wall to land on one of the couch cushions::
*********SIM END*********