Who: Remy, open invite What: Idle hands are the devil's playthings, non? When: Evening Where: Around the X-men, maybe out on the town.
Remy LeBeau was not much of a student, well, not unless that was the game the lady was wanting to play, then he was a wayward pupil. So coming back to the mansion in between missions and fights was a bit like putting a long tailed cat in a rocking chair shop; it was only a matter of time before the thief got himself into trouble. A few hairy eyes from 'Ro about flicking playing cards into the pool and Remy got the hint he should be doing something more constructive with his time. So he suited up into the overcoat and headed out to do a little patrolling, maybe get on the bike and see what was in store out pass the textbooks.