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Molly comes down the stairs and gets a tray of tea and tiny cakes from the bar. She looks over to make sure her sign is still in place on the notice board, and takes a seat at a table, sipping tea and making notes.

[[ooc: clicking on the link in the thread with Cain will take the reader to a thread with mature content. You have been warned.]]

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The little white cat on her foot, purring innocently, is wondering if cats are allowed at the slumber party...

Hmmm...probably only if he can turn into a girl kitty. Still, Molly looks down and smiles.

"Hello, Yreal."

Well... he can, actually.

The (innocent! completely innocent!) Not'Cat leaps up onto Molly's lap, gingerly. "Evening."

That might be all right, then. She scritches him beind the ears automatically.

"How have you been lately? I haven't seen you in a while."

It's only been about two weeks in bar time, but more like two months for Molly.

[[ooc: *blushes* Sorry I spelled Yrael wrong!]]

"I have been out and about, lately. Two different worlds visited in as many weeks. It is quite fascinating, but draining, all the same."

He purrs, pushing his head up against her fingers and closing his eyes.

Molly nods and continues skritching.

"It can be very draining. But no place is like home, is it?"

Which is what Molly considers Milliways to be, now.

"No place is like it. No place that I have found. As long as I am welcome here, I shall call Milliways my home."

He stretches, yawning. The skritching is making him sleepy, on top of the weariness he's carried for the past few days. "I may soon have to take a room here, though. I have too many things for my corner, and it is getting cluttered."

"You've been collecting souvenirs?"

If Molly had extra closet space, she'd share it. Unfortunately, she's recently moved in all of her worldly possessions, and then some.

"Maybe you could ask bar if there is an unused closet somewhere you could use, instead? It seems a shame to have to pay for a room, if all you want to do is store your things."

More petting. Dragon has trained her fairly well over the past weeks, so that it's automatic, now.

"From my travels to different worlds, yes. So far I have only been to different versions of Earth, but they are still different worlds, and they are each interesting. Most recently I went to New York City for sushi. Before that, to Florence, Italy, with a friend four times. And to the Wizarding World, to Hogwarts three times and to the Wizarding Library in Amsterdam once."

He turns over, slightly, flopped across her lap. "I have the key to a room, actually. Svava gave me the key to her room when she left for Ragnarok, and then later she left the room to me when she moved to the Staff Quarters with Archie. I just... have never used it."

Molly nods, listening intently as she strokes his fur.

"I didn't know there was a wizarding library in Amsterdam. But then again, there might not be, in my world."

It's doubtful now, that she will ever find out.

"I've been to two versions of Earth, other than my own. But haven't travelled anywhere else, yet. Cain's world doesn't have my kind of magic, and I want to go to England there and see if there is a Muggle version of me there."

"I went to Amsterdam with Tom. I do not know if he is from your version of the Wizarding World."

He purrs, shifting a little.

"You are the one planning the... Girls' Night Out I read about on the notice board?"

She doesn't know a Tom, but she supposes it's possible.

"I am. My friend Angela and I decided it was time for one. It will be a good chance to meet some new people and catch up with old friends."

And of course, consume massive amounts of chocolate.

"Are cats allowed?" Innocent smile! Innocent, I say!

"Well, I don't know. What if one of the guests was allergic to cats?"

She isn't even sure if a person allergic to cats would be allergic to Yrael. Or Enki...she gets confused on what to call him when he's actually speaking to her, sometimes.

"I don't suppose there would be any harm as long as you behaved yourself."

Yrael purrs against her hand. "You mean there are times when I don't behave myself?"

Her hand pauses in mid stroke, and she chuckles.

"You're a cat a lot of the time, aren't you? I've yet to meet one yet that could stay out of trouble for long."

Primly, or as primly as one can, stretched out on one's back on someone's lap, "Shaped like a cat is different than being a cat. It is just as sometimes I am shaped like a human. It does not make me one."

"So even in cat form, you could resist say, catnip? or a nice bit of dangling string?"

She doesn't know exactly how being a bright shiner works, after all. Though he did try to explain it once.

"Some things are built in to the shape, and cannot be helped."

Like purring from scritches.

She smiles.

"I suppose you could come, as long as you stay in cat form."

Dragon would probably be pleased. He insists on fish from the bar nearly every day since meeting Yrael.

He leans into her hand. "I could be a girl, if it would help."

"Can you?" she asks with interest. "I'd say you should to keep in the spirit of things, but I'm not sure how Dragon would react to a girl-cat in his territory."

She chuckles at the thought of a love-struck kneazle.

He laughs, lazily. "Argh, you are going to make me get up, aren't you?"

Yrael turns over and leaps down from Molly's lap.

The catshape stretches upward brightly, blurred, until there is a rather angular albino girl with a pixie haircut, in a white dress, standing there.

Barefoot, of course.

"This is what I meant."

Molly laughs with delight.

"It didn't occur to me that you could do that, though I don't know why!"

He makes a pretty girl. A look of almost unholy glee comes into her eyes for a moment, then is gone.

"Yes, I think you should come to the party like this."

She smiles, green eyes bright. "All right."

"It is... when, again?"

"Saturday at five. In room 1007," she answers happily.

"I'll be there, then. It sounds like fun, from what I read on the sign. I've never been to a... what was it called? A slumber party?"

She usually just sleeps. No party.

"Yes, though there's usually little to no slumber actually involved. I'll look forward to seeing you there!"

Yrael grins, giggling. "I did not expect there to be much slumber, even at a slumber party. Not with everything that was put on the notice board about it."

"I'll see you there, then. Right now, though, I think I'm going to actually seek some slumber."

"All right," Molly smiles. "Sleep well!"

She picks up her tea again and watches her go, thinking that her party potentially just got a little more interesting.

A little while later, a note (http://walker-cain.livejournal.com/13709.html) and package comes to her, by way of wait rat.

Molly reads the note, and opens the package with a smile of anticipation.

Seeing the items inside, she empties her teacup, and disappears up the stairs for a few minutes, before making her way outside and heading toward the lake.

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