[Remy woke up that morning with the chain gone (he'd never gotten back to Kitty on that...) but with a familiar, terrible feeling in his chest.

When he caused sparks to fly off the doorknob to the room he'd been staying in the moment he touched it, he knew he was in trouble.]

Merde...

[The smart thing to do would probably have been to stay in his room, but he needed groceries and a chance to walk around, possibly work off some of the excess energy.

He'll try to avoid people, but feel free to run into him. Physical contact will result in a fairly strong static shock.]

[Anyone who comes into the Sector 6 early this morning may find a make-shift obstacle course of blockades, ropes, nets, balance beams, and other odds and ends have taken over one of the lesser used training halls. It looks like what you would find at an army boot camp--if army boot camps built their courses from what they could find in the storage closet of a high school gymnasium. And there's someone making his way through the complex--if a bit crowded--course as fast as he can.

It's been a while since Richie did any training like this. He and Virgil used to use the junkyard on the other side of the abandoned gas station for training purposes, and yet he's been slacking off.

And he could use the distraction of the routine course right now as his brain is off working on other things. The answer he's looking for is just out of reach...]

[Stagger. Thud.]

Quoi?

Ah... dis be de restraints someone mentioned earlier, non? [There's a rattling of a chain as he shakes the leg with the ball now attached to it.] I suspect it was de cards? Didn't blow anyting up or nothin'.

[A pause...]

Dat was a rather short night. Am I missin' somethin'?