Canon: Jesus Christ Superstar Arena Tour

[forallyoucare]

I keep thinking that, perhaps, one day I'd like to own a cat.  Something small and little that can mostly look after itself.

The road can get lonely.

And we actually have a lot of PBR boxes laying around.  According to Youtube, cats love to push themselves into boxes.

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[forallyoucare]

[How often does he want anything for himself, Judas? How often does he take anything he wants? The answer is never. Of course he gets angry now.]

I won't let it. If I can herd you lot, I can mind a cat.

[idreadbetrayingyou]

[And this is why the Twelve are so used to J-J spats. Because they happen far too often.]

I'm ... well not fine with giving it a shot, but I will. I just don't want it scratching and peeing on things!

[forallyoucare]

Get your own tent then!

[Spats indeed, and vicious, really. Only Mary can seem to calm them down at times.]

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[idreadbetrayingyou]

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[idreadbetrayingyou]

[Jesus always does know how to hit him hardest. Judas' expression goes from shocked to hurt to pissed off in just a few seconds.]

Fine. I'm sure Mary will be glad to have you.

[Yep, and he'll storm off with that.]

[forallyoucare]

I'm sure she would!

I'm sure she will!

[Dont you walk off on him!]

I'm going to ask her right now!

[idreadbetrayingyou]

[Judas is just going to give Jesus a symbol from over his shoulder and while it's a kind of salute, it's the one fingered kind.]

[forallyoucare]

[Judas pissed him off sometimes more than he can bear. So you know what? Fine. He goes off to move his tent and get the cat. And when he comes back later with her, he's just going to totally ignore and not at all glare at Judas over her soft black fur.]

[idreadbetrayingyou]

[Easy not to glare - Judas isn't there when Jesus returns. He's out in town dealing with a new tent and supplies. When he comes back, backpack full, a few hours later, Thad ends up being the one to bring the supplies into the center of camp while Judas stays on the outskirts.

Everyone ignores them having a spat for the most part.]

[forallyoucare]

[Well that is totally unfair. How can Jesus be pissed off if Judas isn't there? Well. He can't. Miryam, named after his mother, not the other Mary, sort of takes the sourness out of him. So when he does find Judas later... It's with a kitten in his arms.]

[idreadbetrayingyou]

[Judas glances up from the notebook he's writing in, clearly some dollar store knock off, but his eyes narrow at the sight of the kitten. He seriously doesn't want to hear Jesus gloat or get sassy with him right now.]

[forallyoucare]

Her name is Miryam.

[How long have you known him? Jesus Christ doesn't gloat, jeez.]

Want to pet her?

[idreadbetrayingyou]

[No, he whines, gets pissy, has temper tantrums, and sometimes gets preachy in all the wrong ways.

In other words, he's human, in Judas' eyes.]

...No, thanks. [Grump.

Ignoring the curious kitten trying to climb out of Jesus' arms.]

[forallyoucare]

Oh.

{He also forgives and forgets very easily. And that, certainly, is not human. It's better than. ]

Okay. Can I sit?

[idreadbetrayingyou]

[No, Jesus is better than almost any. It's why Judas would willingly follow him. It's why he loves him.]

...sure.

[Might be why sometimes he thinks Jesus is naive, but not where it counts.]

[forallyoucare]

[It's not really his fault if the kitten squirms out of his arms to nose at the notebook.]

We could do three lectures in the next town. It's big enough and my cousin lives there. He'd let us crash.

[idreadbetrayingyou]

[Using the edge of the notebook to gently try to nudge the kitten away. ...Cute little thing.]

Think he has enough room for all of us, or at least can let us take over the yard?

[Easier to talk about 'work.']

[forallyoucare]

Probably. Or at least his living room. You'd like him, but he can get a little preachy.

[Runs in the family? The kitten is more interested in Judas' fingers now. ]

[idreadbetrayingyou]

Somehow, that doesn't shock me.

[Off with you. Go back to JC. Nuuuuudge. ...Do not climb Judas, kit.]

[forallyoucare]

[Know what kittens can't do? Read thoughts And if they could? They'd ignore commands telepathically delivered anyhow.]

Miryam, come back here.

[He gently pulls the kitten back against his knee and smiles at Judas because...c'mon, He can't stay mad at him.]

[idreadbetrayingyou]

[Damn that smile. Judas sighs, catching it from the corner of his eye, before reaching out and giving a quick pat across the cat's back with his hand. There, happy now?]

I've found some good locations we can work on. Seems like our kind of crowd hang out there.

[forallyoucare]

[With that smile? Oh yeah, Jesus is happy! He's practically beaming!]

We might want to try branching out a little too.

[The kitten mews and Jesus strokes down her spine and lets her paw at Judas because he knows his friend is a softy under the guyliner and dreads.]

[idreadbetrayingyou]

[Ignoring the kitten trying to paw and climb on him, he pulls out his phone and pulls up notes he made earlier.]

There's a big open area where a lot of food trucks come together that gets pretty busy after work and during lunch hours. Sounded like a good place to go that hits all types.

[forallyoucare]

[Guess what Jesus is not doing? He's not stopping the cat from making friends. Sorry!]

That sounds good. Simon and Peter can start handing out flyers. It sounds like there might be all different sorts of people too. And Peter cleans up pretty nicely when he wants to.

[Also? The kitten will not be ignored. Kittens love dreads!]