001 [voice/audio -> bulletin board]

[guardsthecrown]

[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

Comments

action. o:

[chasinglore]

[ He'd been vaguely aware of someone speaking not too far from him. But he'd told himself he'd turn around once he was finished. His hand is scribbling at the paper he has bundled together, balanced on his knee. There are few pauses in the motions of his hand, busy sketching something. But despite where his attention seems to be, he manages-- ]

Call me old-fashioned, but announcing you're going to leave a note in a place you don't think feels safe - probably isn't safe. [ He doesn't look towards her, pauses to look up as another car breezes past with a small sigh of frustration. ]

[ Action] :)

[guardsthecrown]

[Cheetara turns quickly toward the voice. She'd made her escape from Abax Memorial, but she hadn't found proper clothes along the way, more a tabard made from a sheet, and a collection of various belts and pouches, some of these with the look of hospital bed restraints, and other more like luggage.]

Who-?

[she reaches slowly for the broomstick leaning against the bulletin board.]

Safe enough for messages, but not very defensible.

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[chasinglore]

I hate to break it to you-

[ A final scurry of his hand across the paper before he finally straightens, rolling his shoulders back slightly and moving to carefully roll the papers in his hand.

Finally, he turns, about to say more- ]

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[chasinglore]

[ But the words die on his tongue no sooner than his eyes absorb who he's looking at. Immediately, his thoughts stir up a strange whirlwind of possibilities, of comments that he wants to make but can't put in to words.

He lifts one hand as if to point. Stops in favor of trying to find the right words. A twitch of his fingers, close to pointing once more. But again, nothing. Just a strangely curious look. ]

[video]

[tuboooorg]

Yer in a place called Abax now an' supposedly we all gotta be suck here.

[audio for her - until she figures out the phone]

[guardsthecrown]

Oh! Someone can hear me? Who is there?

[video - sounds good!]

[tuboooorg]

Ya have a cellphone there. An' you can call me Denmark!

[guardsthecrown]

Hello, Denmark. I'm Cheetara, of the Thundercats.

So, this piece of tech is a phone?