readytobe | [[IC CONTACT: EMPATHEIAS]]

[[IC CONTACT: EMPATHEIAS]]

[crystalnet/carrier pigeon?/private telepathy?]

[ Unfortunately, she's entirely unaware that strange things are afoot and it seems thinking of someone -- someone in particular, namely him is all it's going to take to send that very thought to him.

Her voice is soft and contemplative, but laced beneath with concern. ]

Oh, I do hope he's alright... I'd like to see him again. Perhaps contact like this might be alright? Or if I send Salamence...

[ She simply can't help it. ]

[Sorry-!! He might have meant to send this to someone else...]

Hey, if I yelled "DUCK!!" at you would you think to duck or would you think of a duck?

Can you pick up some of those razzberry things? They're on sale.

[what human would dare ask mewtwo to do some basic bitch chore? certainly not this one, because that was a misfire!]

[Suddenly and without warning, Mewtwo is privy to a most inelegant sound: somebody chewing something soft and in a slow manner. When the chewing ceases, the individual swallows, takes a sip of something, and then comments on her meal.]

Well, it isn't from Talador, but it is good cheese nonetheless!

Mewtwo?

[ Rushed for a single word; her voice emanates an intense upset and worry. ]

[ Naturally, she needs to make the rounds. It's hard to know how to start this conversation, but she doesn't want to just shock someone with a "hello, I'm back!" or anything like that.

But she finds herself more concerned about the welfare of Mewtwo than his comfort overall -- or her own -- and is quick to contact him once things back at the farmhouse have settled down. ]

Ah, hello. It is Anabel.

[ The hard part is over, right? ]

Threaded | Flat

forward-dated to event.

misfire;

misfire

Misfire!

private telepathy, natch.

back-dated like a week or so.