001 [voice/audio -> bulletin board]
[This voice, though potentially female and attractive, is tight with genuine fear.]
Lion-O? Are you on this thing? I've been taken somewhere. [rapid, shallow breaths.] I escaped, but I don't know where I am, exactly.
[She whispers.] It feels wrong, here.
The moons and giant are gone. I- You said Mumm-Ra's space-ship crashed. It doesn't fly? He couldn't have-? I was tagged!
[There's a pause here, and in the background the sound of one of those trains rushing through, accompanied by a voiced gasp. The voice doesn't continue until the train noise passes.]
Tygra. [The voice softens.] I didn't leave. They took- I'll hold on. You know that. Until I find a way back.
If this blasted tech is working, I'm contacting you from Central Station. It doesn't feel safe; I need to move. But, I'll leave a message here, so you can find me.
[The message is written on a scrap of paper gown with a red felt-tip-style pen, so the lettering bleeds slightly, but is legible, and in the tone of formal correspondence:]
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Tygra My Beloved Lord King Lion-O, and Prince Tygra, of the Thundercats,
Your Cleric lives and is free of imprisonment. Know that she will do everything in her power to soon return to you. Until then, trust her to keep safe. Should you be near and find this letter, or receive communication through tech, please leave a reply here for her return, or else meet outdoors, at the tall tower with the machine-dial, at evening bell. If you should receive your Cleric's message from afar, know she believes in the ability of you both to continue your shared mission.
Please, take care of each other,
Your most humble servant and Cleric,
Cheetara of the Thundercats
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[The letter has been attached to the board with numerous, wooden toothpicks.]
[ooc: /welcomes all your reply formats. Actionspam is cool if your character is plausibly at the station. Phone communication, or bulletin board messages cool, too. I'll make a log, later, for her arranged meeting time at the clocktower.]
Lion-O? Are you on this thing? I've been taken somewhere. [rapid, shallow breaths.] I escaped, but I don't know where I am, exactly.
[She whispers.] It feels wrong, here.
The moons and giant are gone. I- You said Mumm-Ra's space-ship crashed. It doesn't fly? He couldn't have-? I was tagged!
[There's a pause here, and in the background the sound of one of those trains rushing through, accompanied by a voiced gasp. The voice doesn't continue until the train noise passes.]
Tygra. [The voice softens.] I didn't leave. They took- I'll hold on. You know that. Until I find a way back.
If this blasted tech is working, I'm contacting you from Central Station. It doesn't feel safe; I need to move. But, I'll leave a message here, so you can find me.
[The message is written on a scrap of paper gown with a red felt-tip-style pen, so the lettering bleeds slightly, but is legible, and in the tone of formal correspondence:]
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Tygra My Beloved Lord King Lion-O, and Prince Tygra, of the Thundercats,
Your Cleric lives and is free of imprisonment. Know that she will do everything in her power to soon return to you. Until then, trust her to keep safe. Should you be near and find this letter, or receive communication through tech, please leave a reply here for her return, or else meet outdoors, at the tall tower with the machine-dial, at evening bell. If you should receive your Cleric's message from afar, know she believes in the ability of you both to continue your shared mission.
Please, take care of each other,
Your most humble servant and Cleric,
Cheetara of the Thundercats
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[The letter has been attached to the board with numerous, wooden toothpicks.]
[ooc: /welcomes all your reply formats. Actionspam is cool if your character is plausibly at the station. Phone communication, or bulletin board messages cool, too. I'll make a log, later, for her arranged meeting time at the clocktower.]