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[evasives]

WHO: cassian, helena + YOU (ota!!)
WHERE: dreamscapes and new amsterdam, maybe elsewhere
WHEN: throughout ic march & early april
WHAT: dreams! cooking! it's a catch all!
NOTES OR WARNINGS: several warnings - will note above each header for specifics but many dreams involve blood and death, please be aware of the individual warnings! starters in the comments.

( hit me up if you want anything else specific: communism @ plurk, romanitas#5368 @ discord, or pms! or wildcard me, i'm easy. )

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[kill7]

(this lady makes no sense and each time they meet, he confirms that well-grounded theory a bit more... so he frowns and sits on the floor, lost in thought almost like he forgot about the world around him.)

... I never thought about it? It should be fun? Wait. What does dancing have to do with anything? You don't want me to romance and slow dance the guy, do you?

(where did that come from? no one knows.)

[sestra]

You want to leave, we must dance.

[ the smile she gives him is definitely more trolling then genuine. she is well aware the question came out of nowhere, that was half the reason for it. ]

You know we are in club? Lots of loud music upstairs.

[kill7]

... You're fucking with me, right... (he tells her with squinted eyes and all.) I think you're just coveting my beauty at this point.

(the smile!! the it's a club upstairs... what else in the world could it be, right?)

[sestra]

[ she makes a face. ] I see no beauty.

[ using the tail like a pointer, she gestures upward. ] Exit is up. This is how I leave with no one seeing me. Lots of people, I blend.