lordofthecats: (Adult -- Amused)
Anyone passing by the lockers this early in the morning may have been surprised to hear the faint sound of drum and fife music. The music grew louder before the door to Locker 327 popped open. Lion-o stepped out of the locker, wearing an old-fashioned coat and tricorne hat while carrying a knapsack. "Thanks for helping me find my way back! Good luck with your revolution," he shouted into the locker, tipping his hat.

[Whoops, thought I had posted this earlier in the day. Open!]
lordofthecats: (Lion-o -- Looking Up)
Lion-o was in a good mood today after helping rescue the new girl last night. He felt so good that he was able to ignore the eerie feeling he had being in the empty building so early in the day.

He probably should have been more alert, though, because he totally forgot about Locker 327 until he was right on top of it. The door suddenly popped open, catching him off guard, and Lion-o found himself falling into the locker.

When the locker door shut behind him, there was no sign that he had ever been in the hallway.

[NFI, since I won't be able to answer pings! And now I flee to finish packing.]

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