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TEXTS FROM LAST NIGHT

Welcome to Folkmore's monthly Texts From Last Night meme! This meme can be used as a branch off from our Test Drive Memes and be used as game canon or just for casual fun in the setting! You do not need to be in our game or be invited to play on our TFLN. This can be a great way to meet current players for future invites, get a feel for the setting, or just have some fun.

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TEXTS FROM LAST NIGHT GENERATOR

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[oldbetsy]

No one should have to go through the pain of reliving prom even once.

[Okay levity there, she has to do it, but welcome to Helga's method of consoling. Arnold is much better at this ... or he used to be anyhow.]

Just for you I'll go out for lox.

[kyley_b]

right?! god dude i had a MINT GREEN suit! uggghhhhhh

nah cream cheese is fine. plus you said pizza too?

[oldbetsy]

You're a ginger and you went with mint green?

I will freely admit I always have pizza. It's the only thing I'm any good at cooking.

[kyley_b]

my mom picked it out. i looked like a pastel leprechaun.

sold. what can I bring?

[oldbetsy]

Guess I'm lucky my sister was the one who was all about my prom.

Anything but a mint green suit please. I'm not emotionally prepared for it.

[kyley_b]

i bet you wore pink.

i should not have told you that detail.

[oldbetsy]

Oh well yeah, of course. Only difference is I was smoking hot in mine. The heels were a complete pain in the ass though.

But you did and now I can never unsee it. Bring wine for my emotional damage, Kyle.

[kyley_b]

i bet you looked pretty.

k i can do that. cos we're classy.

[oldbetsy]

This is where you're supposed to say something like you bet my hair looked funny or "good job looking good when you went alone, nerd" or something like that.

Then again we're classy adults apparently.

[kyley_b]

did you go alone?

fuck yeah we are.

[oldbetsy]

Yep. Well, supposedly I went with Pheebs if you ask her but she had her own date to worry about. I didn't stick around long but who would want to.

[She's twenty for crying out loud and shouldn't have lingering feelings about being alone at prom while the guy she liked was half a country away and four years out of touch. Well, six now.]

[kyley_b]

i was supposed to go with stan. it was HIS idea and then he ditched me. so. yeah, we were both dateless i guess.

on my way.

yes i have a pinterest board for her stupid house thanks lol

[oldbetsy]

His loss for not beholding the mint green leprechaun I guess.

Door's unlocked, don't walk in and kill me.

[Mi casa, su casa or something like that. She's in one of the Leshy treehouses herself and her place screams modern with a dash of cottagecore and some weirdly cutesy elements that she confines to her bedroom thank you very much.

Currently she's burning the hell out of her finger like she does every time with this oven.]

Criminy! You want to fight me or something, you useless hunk of technology!

I do too.

[kyley_b]

i hate you.

[Kyle, being another treehouse dweller, doesn't take long to bike over. He lets himself in, oddly pleased that they seem to have complimentary styles of decor.

He holds up two bottles of wine and raises his eyebrows.]

Dude. Need help?

[oldbetsy]

Nah, I just keep burning myself. It's nothing new.

[She wipes off her hands on a towel as she approaches, brow perked up. Two bottles, how fancy.]

So whatcha bring with you this time?

[kyley_b]

Well stop doing that.

[He sets the bottles down on the counter.] The cat who runs the wine cellar has convinced me to try this sauvignon blanc, and also this syrah.

[oldbetsy]

Gee whiz, Broflovski, I'm cured of my clumsiness! Thank god you really are a leprechaun!

[Look at that droll expression on her face. She plucks up the bottle of syrah, studies it a moment and then snorts in amusement.]

Guess it would help if I knew a thing about wine.

[kyley_b]

On second thought, shove your head in the oven.

[Kyle cackles.]

I don't, either! I just trust the cat! I'll pour us some.

[oldbetsy]

Sure thing there, minty.

[Enjoy the new nickname.]

Here's to hoping cats know about wine then I guess. Gotta admit it's still kind of weird to see, some real Beatrix Potter crap, y'know?

[Setting aside the bottle she brandishes a pizza cutter.]

[kyley_b]

My name is not 'Minty.'

[He won't. He never does.]

Yeah, seriously. [He leans against the counter, watching that cutter warily.] It is. Also seeing a bunch of like... sexy animal boys. Feels like some weird anime.

[oldbetsy]

[Thankfully the cutter isn't quite as dangerous as it could be and she's got not one but two pizzas cut up as she laughs out loud.]

Okay you said it, not me. When you come across a tiger with legitimate abs you've really got to question your tastes just a little, that's all I'm saying.

[Soon she brings out a pair of "legitimate" wine glasses. Don't you judge her knock off Halloween wine glasses with skulls as the stems.]

[kyley_b]

There's hot insect dudes! How are we supposed to function when you find yourself thinking, 'aw, antennae suit him.' It's like a porn adaptation of Kafka.

[There's something charming about them.]

Very metal, Pataki.

[oldbetsy]

[Hold up, let her bark out a laugh at that.]

Well there goes the whole grim and dark angle he had going for him. Are you saying you want to bang a bug, Broflovski?

[She snorts as she plops the glasses down.]

I'm very metal, thank you. I did my time in the mosh pits and the goth trenches during the war known as high school.

[kyley_b]

A bee. [Snortgiggle.] I wanna bang a bee boy. [He cracks up laughing.] Don't tell anyone, nobody knows.

...I have a very hard time picturing you as a goth. You're not mopey.

[oldbetsy]

[She offers out a slice of one of the pizzas -- a standard pepperoni -- and sighs a little.]

We're adults here. You can say you want to be pollinated.

[The quirk of her lip says she's kidding, of course. A shrug of her shoulders follows.]

Some of us want to be Morticia goth and not Hot Topic goth, thank you.