YOUNG VOLCANOES -- open, 1000th post

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; text-align: center; letter-spacing: -2px; margin-top: -37px;]Melodicbalance Darling[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; text-align: center; margin-top: -15px;]TIDALCLAN — WARRIOR — [abbr=17 moons physically, 21 moons mentally, goddess of passion and loyalty, single, no apprentice]INFORMATION[/abbr] — [abbr=Invisibility, all free powers, memory manipulation, shapeshifting]POWERS[/abbr] — [abbr=Attack in mistyrose, no kill, ask for capture or maim]INTERACTION[/abbr] — [abbr=Ascended Maid of Rage, formerly Estella Darling]OTHER[/abbr]
    [hr][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 455px; text-align: justify;]Mel was feeling quite excited as she woke up today, but she didn't really know why. Was it her birthday? No, that had passed about a week and a half ago. She wasn't drunk, nor high, so that wasn't the answer, but she did have an idea. The warrior bounded over towards the middle of the mall (she was in her Akita body) and towards an uninhabited lights shop. In and out in not very long, the canine held a box of fairy lights in her jaws and bounded back to her own furniture shop.


    There was when she hit a problem; how the hell was she going to put these up? Her cat body was agile enough, but that didn't have opposable thumbs. And it was injured, too. So, the tan and white Akita huffed and marched back out to the middle of the shopping center.


    "Hey! I'm planning a sleepover, does anyone want to help me set it up?" The actual party would be on another thread, of course.


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    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:400px; font-family: georgia; text-align: justify;] "OOH OOH! I can help!" Swanpaw yelled, bouncing over to the akita. Swan hadn't ever been to a sleepover. The idea of telling stories and playing games with her clanmates filled the girl with excitement. That'd be so much fun. Even though that setting stuff up wasn't nearly as fun sounding, the bicolored molly hoped to be of help to Mel. Melodicbalance was really nice and Swanpaw couldn't ignore someone nice. "So, what should I do?"

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    [hr][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 455px; text-align: justify;]"Awesome! Okay Swanny, I have stereos over there." Mel nodded towards the electrical department, which was somewhere near the beds. "Do you think you could either find some CDs to put in it, or help me find some more pillows for these beds? Just keep an eye out for my cat and dragon bodies, they lie around somewhere when I'm not using them." Mel sent a smile towards her apprentice, trying to puzzle out what she might choose to do.


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    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify]"A sleepover...but don't we all sleep with each other already?" The kitten's face creased in confusion, and his naive mind didn't notice how his question — which had been asked with completely innocent intentions — came out rather...wrong. Differentkit quickly perked up though, his face brightening, and he yelled as he came barreling over, "Sounds fun! I'll help!"


    "Watcha need help with?!" he asked as he skidded to a halt beside Swankit and Melodicbalance, already out of breath after only running a few yards.


    ooc// congrats on the 1k posts :>

    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:400px; font-family: georgia; text-align: justify;] Hm. Swan always had a hard time with choices. "I'll find the CDs." The child's mind went back to when she discovered the record player, dancing to "Dancing Queen", and Ladyliberty joining her. "I know exactly where the music shop is!" Ready to dart off to find a selection of tunes, Differentkit joined the group. Swan flashed him a smile, before being shocked at his question. "Sure, we sleep together, and the name is sleepover, but what makes a sleepover a sleepover is playing games, staying up all night, getting hopped up on sugar, or alcohol if you are an adult, and just having fun! Duh." She stuck out her tongue playfully at Differentkit, sure that her explaination will clear away his doubt of the awesomeness of the sleepover.

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    Mel, seeing as she was practically a teenager still, sniggered quietly at Differentkit's phrasing of the question. She recovered quite quickly, however, and nodded her approval to Swan deciding to go and get the CDs. That was the slightly harder job, and so she would smile down at Diff.


    "You can help me find extra pillows for everyone to use. Or ..." she looked around. She would eventually get someone to do the games, but for now that wasn't much of an option. That left food. "Actually, that's probably the best job for you. Let's find some pillows."


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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; width: 300pt][justify] #clintonbby"talk" 'thought'


    Eh, she hated being around everyone, but it was important to be active, and even... nice in her community, especially now a she had been promoted for some reason or other. (Clinton was not sure why.) However, she was pleased that someone had seen potential in her, which made her pleased in herself, which made her feel warm and fuzzy... and Clinton tried to hold onto feelings like that. They didn't come very often... certainly not as common as a cold, or any other form of 'common' metaphors.


    Halting at the scene, the cream tabby let a soft smile creep into her eyes, though she wasn't really too keen on this whole sleepover idea... helping to set up couldn't be that bad... right? And they wouldn't force her to stay if she didn't want to.... though if Destroya would be there... well Clinton could bend...maybe. "What can I do?" The female of few words inquired.

    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify]Differentkit nodded rapidly as Swanpaw explained exactly what made a sleepover different than every other night, hearing her words but not really absorbing them. When she finished, he answered with the thoughtful and eloquent response of, "Oh."


    His head whipping around to face Melodicbalance, the tom-kit furiously nodded again, grinning. Green-tipped tail swishing, he bounced on the tips of his paws and replied enthusiastically, "Okay!"


    "Bet you I can find some before you can!" he yelled before zipping off. Now, where would he find some pillows? Truthfully, he should have been able to merely conjure some up, but as the only thing he had attempted to conjure in the past was food, the thought didn't even cross his mind.


    On his way out of the area, the inky black kitten passed Clinton, who he beamed at before focusing back on his paws.