1656/Of Cats, Cabbages and Kings

Of Cats, Cabbages and Kings
Date of Scene:	27 July 2017
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	342, 87, Cypher

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Panthro (342) has posed:
It was the best of thymes, it was the wurst of thymes. Also pork, lamb, and beef, because a tofu-based sausage would cause the Eye of Thundera to close and weep bitter tears. And it (the wurst) was on sale at the local Wall-Mart. Panthro has a Thunderan grill set up, which is to say, he's taken a barrel and filled it with some sort of rocks that can be superheated, and superheated them with a short burst of atomic radiation from some sort of space-gun, and laid a grating over the top, and a hood over that one.

Panthro cooks. Only barbecue, but really, what self-respecting warrior cat wants anything more complex or time-consuming than food heated over fire?

Thus, he is wearing a chef's apron that reads 'Feed The Kitty' and is wielding the Fork of Power and the Tongs of Dexterity, and he has a tray of this food substance and a few pre-dismembered birds and some similarly pre-dismembered some-kind-of-herd-animal; Panthro is also researching "food animals of earth" on their strange, nonsense-filled data share network.

Vorpal (87) has posed:
Of course Vorpal knows about the Thundercats- he helped Lion-O and some of the early arrivals get their bearings. He hasn't checked on them in a while, mostly because life got crazy for him as well (and he became a super-villain for the briefest amount of time, but who hasn't?).

He's ready to make amends for being distant friends, though, ass he appears close to the entrance by stepping out of a Rabbit Hole. A little (late) housewarming gift wrapped under an arm, the Cheshire cat proceeds to walk towards the entrance. He assumes security systems are probably going crazy just about now, so he makes sure that he walks as slow as possible, in the least threatening way that he can.

Cypher has posed:
Darn demons! You ask one infernal sorceress out on a date and suddenly it's imps all the way down. This one was in Doug's underwear drawer. He hit it with a shoe and the thing swore at him and then there was a POP, and suddenly he's sitting on top of the head of a giant... house... shaped like a cat. "What the--"

Is this some sort of cat-shaped space-ship?

Panthro (342) has posed:
Security systems are not particularly alarming about Vorpal, because he's almost considered a Thundercat ... almost ... for his help when the majority of the clan crashed out of the sky into hitherto unoccupied land, which for reasons known only to the developers, were quickly ceded to the feline aliens.

However.

There are security systems which have detected the malevolent energies that dropped Doug onto the top of the Cat's Lair. Fortunately, the vicious alien animals (much adored by Tygra and Lion-O, because apparently they want pets) that attack any stranger thinking they're a 'burglar' ... are not quartered upstairs.

Unfortunately, Panthro's dinner is being constructed in the Dojo because it's one of the few places the greedy animals won't go. Sighing, Panthro moves the sausages to the side where they won't burn so quickly, and heads up to the control room. And... the camera is looking at a pink-skinned, yellow-furred human (not actually furred, because these humans are mostly naked, like the Rexians who were the furless slaves of Mumm-Ra back when he was still Mumm-Ra the Living) on top of the Cat's Lair. It looks unarmed, and doesn't seem to have any offensive powers, as far as the scanners can tell. So a hatch slides open, revealing a stairway going down into the Lair.

Meanwhile, the not-a-real-AI confirms that Vorpal is OK TO ENTER and thus, well, opens the entrance. Which is good because those burgleaters or whatever Tygra named them? They're suddenly trotting towards Vorpal.

Vorpal (87) has posed:
"Oooooshi-" the cat's never gotten along with the things. It's one of those love/hate/mostly hate relationships, and soon the Cheshire is bolting like crazy towards the entrance. He knows it takes more than legs to lose a group of hunters, though, and quickly uses his powers of illusion to create a burst of ammonia-scent so strong, it is almost overpowering, and send it behind him.

"We're going to have to talk about proper kenneling!" he shouts to no-one in particular.

Cypher has posed:
Which is when Doug comes down the staircase wherever it opens out to. "Uh." He looks around, "Where am I?" He looks at the... uh, creatures, and then around, and then at Vorpal, and he says, "Oh, no. I didn't get sent to some funkadelic corner of Asgard again, did I? Not *again*...!"

Panthro (342) has posed:
The door closes behind Vorpal, and the speedlift takes him directly to the Head in time for Doug to see him and mistake the place for Asgard, although honestly, he'd likely be in Vanaheim (really, the name of the home of the Vanir, which Freya is one of, is Vanaheim) and Freya is the goddess whose chariot is drawn by cats. Also she's an elf, and thus, the Cheshire Cat is probably a relative.

But it's about then that the chair in front of the bank of controls that looks out over the muzzle of the Cat's Lair, turns around revealing a melanistic jaguar-man who seems to live in a weight-room ... and no, he's not a new mutation of Hank McCoy despite appearances, because his greeting is in Thunderan.

"Greetings. Who are you and why were you on my roof?"

This is not directed at Vorpal.

Cypher has posed:
Doug blinks, and then immediately responds in perfect Thunderan himself. Funny, he doesn't LOOK like a Thundercat, "Uh. Hi. My name is Doug. And I... uh, I hit an imp in my underwear drawer with a sneaker, nike size 11 men's, and it sent me here. Am I still on Earth?"

Vorpal (87) has posed:
The Cheshire cat tilts his head and is about to reply, when he notices the question is aimed at the other person.

Wait. Other person?

The cat looks at the blond and smirks, giving him a little wave, "Imps in your underwear drawer? I have a friend who has a cream for that. Talk to me about it later and I'll hook you up," the cat says, nudging Doug and then stepping forward.

"You must be the one called Panthro. WilyKat told me about you... we haven't met. I'm Vorpal. This is for you. Sort of." He holds out the wrapped gift.

Panthro (342) has posed:
"My name is Panthro. Welcome, impstomper, to Cat's Lair. This is still Earth."

Panthro is not especially surprised that a human can speak Thunderan, though he does wonder a bit about how the lad got that perfect Upland accent. He looks at Vorpal, and says in slightly Brooklyn-flavored English, "Yes, I'm Panthro. What is that ... oh. Claw sharpener for a kit."

He pops one of his claws, and drags it across the "vinyl" tearing bits of it away.

"Acceptable though, I'll play with it and make it useful."

There's a "ping" from the console that tells him that smoke is detected in the Dojo.

"Would you please join me downstairs in the dojo?" Panthro asks. He leads the way to the elevator at the back of the room, and drops them directly into the dojo, moving quickly over to his grill and turning over the sausages, moving them to a more central position.

"Are either of you hungry? I got these herb-smelling sausage things at one of your human stores, and I thought with the others all off at some Earth movie, I'd try out your foods to see if they're worth learning to eat."

Note: he already knows they're worth it. He's seeing if they know he knows it. Three Steps Ahead. Yep.

Vorpal (87) has posed:
"Do you usually end up getting teleported around?" the Cheshire cat asks Doug as he follows Panthro. Of course he is up for food, he's a cat. But right now he's interested in Doug, because he's the odd element out. "What do you usually do when you're not squishing underwear imps? I'm a superhero. But you have probably heard of me already!" the cat grins.

Most likely? He has not. He's not a household name. Yet.