Lets burn the roof{ party, everyone invited!}and then we'll do it again!

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    IC: Xerxes listened intently. This surely was an interesting topic, which was also successfully taking his mind off of his burns. "So... What kind of story can you tell through dance if you were dancing to the song you hummed earlier?" the young Mortem asked, tilting his head slightly.
















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  • "A story of transformation perhaps," Ashia suggested planning some possible moves out in her head which would fit into that category of storytelling dance. "Like I was something else, but now I have changed, but it is the best change I have ever experienced kind of story." Ashia did not know what to really compare the story to, but it would be something that anyone who had experienced some drastic transformation in personality or beliefs might be able to relate to. Although she had never gone into the text which went with the song, the words did have the potential to reflect this, or really any kind of intense joy.

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    IC: "Like a caterpillar into a butterfly transformation? Or like my transformation?" he asked, looking down at his scarred and burned chest.
















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  • Ashia took some time to think, "I'm guessing it might be more like how you might have felt right after choosing Christianity," (Muse kinda stopped for a moment)

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    IC: Eyes raising, Xerxes smiled slightly and nodded. "That sounds right. Becoming a Christian was definitely a wonderful transformation!" he commented, ignoring his scars for now. Standing up, the dark brown and white tabby shook his pelt and gazed at Ashia. "Would you like to accompany me to the refreshments? I'm feeling a bit parched." he said, awaiting her reply.
















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  • Ashia gave a brief nod as she rose to her feet. "We have been talking for a while haven't we." she observed as part of the reason why they needed refreshments. Ashia was actually rather picky about what she would accept in that regard. Even though she was of the age where it was acceptable to partake in catnip and other such party poisons, this was one of the things the Abyssinian was strongly against. It was a good thing that there were a variety of things available at the refreshment bar, and not only, things she would refuse.

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    IC: Xerxes smiled and padded over to the bar, making sure Ashia was following. Carefully sitting up on his haunches, the young Mortem scanned the refreshments, unsure of what he wanted. "What are you going to get?" he asked the Abyssinian femme, his eyes bright.
















    OOC: I have a cat in rl who is an Abyssinian mix.










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  • Using her extended sensory ability, which she still had not bothered to tell anyone about nor label, Ashia Proceeded to examine the available options. There were definitely a variety of things she could choose from, and many seemed undoubtedly free of the kind of things she had chosen to ban. Deciding did not take long, and she walked over to a chest which she could feel had cold things in it. From it, she took out a dish of plain Ice-cream. It was something far more preferable than the other possibilities. "I think this." she decided, bringing it out into Xerxes line of sight for a moment as she balanced it carefully with her forepaws.

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    IC: Xerxes eyed the ice cream with interest. "Mmm, looks good." he purred, looking in the cold chest. His emerald green eyes spotted a cup of Greek yogurt (my favorite!) and pulled it out, showing Ashia. "I think I'll have this." he decided, placing the cup on the ground and lapping at the cooling substance.
















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    Ooc: I always wonder how cats get ahold of beer and stuff...oh well, it adds to plot nod is fun!
    Ic: Gasped for breath and laughed. "This is great!" She twirled and jumped no danced her heart out for no reason but for the joy of movement and the sound if the music in her ears.
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    Ooc: Mitzi and Cobalt dancing, Xerxes and Ashia eating frozen foods.
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    IC: Xerxes beckoned Annabelle over. "Come join us!" he purred, waiting for the kit.
















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  • (they steal it from humans who accidentally left it on the porch, during their own partys)


    Ashia glanced at what Xerxes had picked out, and in doing so thought that he too had picked out a good choice. Moving out of the way to allow other traffic around the bar, the Abyssinian balanced her cold delicacy on her forepaws, until finding where she would not need to worry about blocking anyone's way. The place was near where Xerxes had chosen, and she slid the ice cream onto the ground, where she would lap at it, while watching the others dance.

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    She had to stop. Her sides were aching from dancing and laughing, so she headed over to the bar. Lets see...I'll have...what?. She looked at the various selections, and then chose a glass of wine. She looked at it uncertainly. She had never had anything remotely alcoholic or drug related, and was a bit nervous.Maybe I shouldn't...
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