TFLN aka Tales from Folkmore

[folkie]

TEXTS FROM LAST NIGHT

Welcome to Folkmore's 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.

This can be used for samples on our applications and used as spoons for players accepted into the game!

TEXTS FROM LAST NIGHT GENERATOR

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[pursuitofcappiness]

You know where Lapine is? I'll text you the address.

[ Address coming over, he's also gonna ignore the big boy comment cuz what ]

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[greatwhiteme]

[ Look, he's just... he's just being a weirdo. It's what he does.

In any case, he'll give this dude a break and turn up at the address with the requested garments, out of the goodness of his heart. Boring gray sweatpants and a t-shirt that he definitely got from the thrift store because it had a T-rex on it. Look he doesn't have almost 3,000 spoons like some people. He's gotta spend wisely!

He knocks on the door as soon as he arrives. ]

Yo, open up! I got a clothing delivery for a Mister Naked Guy On The Internet!

[pursuitofcappiness]

[ Boring gray sweatpants and a questionable t-shirt from possibly the 80s is totally fine. Steve opens the door a crack to grab the clothes and get dressed, and then comes out actually looking uh, decent somehow?? This outfit is a mess. ]

Thank you. I really owe you one.

[greatwhiteme]

What the fuck.

[ If he seems surprised when Steve comes back out, it's because he is. He thought he was bringing clothes to some schlub, which is fine and all, he's not much of a looker himself, but...

Look, this dude is way out of his age range and out of his league entirely. He's not trying to flirt. He's... mostly trying to not feel intimidated. And the only way he knows how to do that is to make stupid jokes. ]

So. You work out I guess, huh? Damn. If I'd known I was getting clothes for a GQ model...

[pursuitofcappiness]

A -- what? No, I'm uh. I'm a soldier, son, that's all.

[ Steve's always going to feel a little bit uncomfortable about the attention he gets when he looks like this, simply for the fact that he's now the opposite of tiny and rail-thin, but he tries to brush it away. ]

Do you want to come in? I was gonna make some hot cocoa.

[greatwhiteme]

Same difference.

[ No?? Those are entirely different things.

He does perk up at the mention of cocoa, though. ]

I'm not gonna say no! Tell you what, if there's marshmallows, we'll call it even, eh?

[pursuitofcappiness]

Great, I've got plenty of those. And apple pie, if you want any.

[ It's gotta be apple though, Steve hasn't dealt in any other kind of fruits since September started, which is kind of weird except that Thirteen decided they were all going to need apples. ]