Texts From Last Night (or tonight?)

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TEXTS FROM LAST NIGHT

Welcome to Folkmore's monthlyish 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!

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[theladyofhighever]

[she looks fretful for a moment, then clearly relaxes. the foot's not going anywhere]

...my apologies. It is simply that--that I have not heard that name in a very long time.

[Mariane, it's been only a year]

[fxckery]

Christ on a fuckin' cracker.

[But at least no one's kicking off. That's not nothing.]

You needed something?

[theladyofhighever]

[she stammers slightly] Well. Not me. But you seemed despondent. That made me concerned for you.

[fxckery]

Who the hell's despondent?

[It's him, Edward Teach, alias Blackbeard, but it's also rude to say.]

[theladyofhighever]

Perhaps that was the wrong choice of words?

[and it's okay. she's been wanting to cut anyone and everyone who says that either she's dead or Alistair's dead in their version of Thedas, but she imagines that would be frowned upon]

[fxckery]

[It's not, but it's easier to pretend it is.]

I'm handling myself, aye?

[theladyofhighever]

[which she herself knows all too well]

Yes. However, I thought perhaps company would be in order. [let's see, what to say?] For I myself am despondent. [which isn't a lie?'

[fxckery]

Sucks to be you, eh?

[Stede had been working on this, but.

Possibly steps backward have been taken.]

(CW: mental illness)

[theladyofhighever]

[well, that backfired. and she hates, hates, hates letting others know when the melancholy is getting the better of her. even though it absolutely is]

Yes. [Maker's name, what to say next?] But I don't intend it to be.

[fxckery]

[Well, at least he's not yet gotten to trying to break her foot with the door.]

No?

[theladyofhighever]

[true. but that wouldn't deter her all that much, she'd gotten thrown by a high dragon once, cracked her skull, then went back for more]

No. I know my friends wouldn't want me to be.

[.....reasonably safe?]

[fxckery]

Best give 'em a holler, then.

[Edward plz!!]

[theladyofhighever]

I don't have any here.

[not entirely true, but attempting for a certain effect]

[fxckery]

[There's the briefest flicker--but it's internally focused, a glancing reflection on the hurt of having had so many ripped away abruptly. (Having the one ripped away, mostly.)]

Get on that, then.

[But maybe not here, because he's absolutely not opening the door to emotions today.]

[theladyofhighever]

I'm trying.

[she's getting that impression, yes, and will likely leave him be shortly]

[fxckery]

Try the pub.

[Is he helping? Maybe. It's unclear.

But it's not awful advice.]

[theladyofhighever]

Very well.

Thank you for your assistance.

[she's choosing the side of polite/helpful]