welcome sleepies, to our very first meme saturday! every month a little mod-hosted meme will go up for us to play around with admist the chaos, and this theme was chosen by popular demand! we've all heard about texts from last night, but have you heard of......
MURMURS FROM LAST NIGHT
strange things happen in the night. maybe you drink, or dream, or get high as a kite, and it's hard to hide it! especially when we're all collectively connected in a way! the rules are quite simple! you may even know them by now.
๐ post a top level for your character and include a few text starters, like the ones provided.
๐ interact.
๐ thrive.
๐ if you wish for your threads to be game canon, the sky is the limit (just make sure your thread partner is okay with it!).
๐ We might have some special guests later.
[Filing that away for future information. Manhattan pharmaceuticals are all pretty foreign, so this is helpful.]
Not sure there's many around who would be amenable to that option anyway. [Not that she'd be opposed BUT.] What if it's a person you aren't tethered to?
I think you'd be surprised, if you put a solicitation out. [ He can think of a handful, off the top of his head, truthfully. ]
Then you tether, near-immediately, with a surprising amount of strength. I haven't dug into that enough to know a reliable percentage chance, but it seems to be fairly high.
No promises, but, yeah, a couple I'm fairly sure on.
[ At least, in terms of whether they'd be down for casual physicality. He already knows they don't seem to have gender preference. ]
Having a few myself, they'reโnot dangerous, per se. Most of the time, I'd say they're actively helpful, especially when resisting Sleep's presence or pull. Until you get used to communicating with them, though, you might share a lot more than you'd be normally willing to.
It's less about accidentally spilling secrets and moreโ[ How does he describe this? ]โtransmitting personal things. Say I remember a friend's wedding or the death of someone; that memory could transmit to a particularly strong tether.
[ At least his time here means he's gotten better at keeping those things from creeping across the connections. ] Six, in varying degrees. I'd say about three of them are rather strong, enough that I get an ambient feeling for them at the back of my mind at all hours.
More than I anticipated, when I first arrived, that's for certain.
[ But then, he'd been pretty standoffish at the start. ]
One in particular, yeah, by tether. Another one I live with, so we don't really use the connection that way too often. [ A pause, as he considers the question about stories. ] Not exactly, though I suppose you could count swapping personal anecdotes as a kind of bedtime story.
Serviceโmilitary? Or civil? [ The slight fondness in her tone could slant either way; there tended to be overlap in culture. ]
Those graveyard rounds could be pretty brutal.
[ Sometimes, he'd preferred them. All the sounds of the day dropped off and left him with blissful silence. On dreamshare jobs, he certainly wasn't guaranteed the kind of peace and quiet he liked when paging through reams and reams of phone records. ]
[Though it's a change. Her tone is still warm, but there's an edge to it.]
I was part of the police force before my city declared martial law. Now... [Cait sighs. It never stops feeling awkward to tell people this here.] - I'm a general.
I take it that the means of promotion wasn't wholly what you signed up for?
[ It's one thing to join civil service and another to make the switch to martial law. ] Well, for better or worse, you're here now. You can take the medals off and no one would be the wiser.
[ Maybe not the ideal way to start over, considering the circumstances. And he knows there's never really shrugging off the uniform. He's been out of the service for six years and still has plenty of ingrained habits. ]
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[Filing that away for future information. Manhattan pharmaceuticals are all pretty foreign, so this is helpful.]
Not sure there's many around who would be amenable to that option anyway. [Not that she'd be opposed BUT.] What if it's a person you aren't tethered to?
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Then you tether, near-immediately, with a surprising amount of strength. I haven't dug into that enough to know a reliable percentage chance, but it seems to be fairly high.
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...women?
[Casual, it's so casual, she's so casual.]
Maybe I can get back to you on that. Provided that those sorts of tethers aren't actively dangerous.
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[ At least, in terms of whether they'd be down for casual physicality. He already knows they don't seem to have gender preference. ]
Having a few myself, they'reโnot dangerous, per se. Most of the time, I'd say they're actively helpful, especially when resisting Sleep's presence or pull. Until you get used to communicating with them, though, you might share a lot more than you'd be normally willing to.
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[Good news at least.]
I don't consider myself a particularly secretive person, but... noted.
How many do you have?
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[ At least his time here means he's gotten better at keeping those things from creeping across the connections. ] Six, in varying degrees. I'd say about three of them are rather strong, enough that I get an ambient feeling for them at the back of my mind at all hours.
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[That sounds like a lot to her, but the way he describes it sounds... kinda nice?]
Any of them help you sleep? I don't suppose you tell one another bedtime stories via the tether?
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[ But then, he'd been pretty standoffish at the start. ]
One in particular, yeah, by tether. Another one I live with, so we don't really use the connection that way too often. [ A pause, as he considers the question about stories. ] Not exactly, though I suppose you could count swapping personal anecdotes as a kind of bedtime story.
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[Her voice echoes a little smile.]
That's what we'd do in the service, anyway. When doing a stakeout or guard duty. Though the intent there was to stay awake, not to fall asleep.
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Those graveyard rounds could be pretty brutal.
[ Sometimes, he'd preferred them. All the sounds of the day dropped off and left him with blissful silence. On dreamshare jobs, he certainly wasn't guaranteed the kind of peace and quiet he liked when paging through reams and reams of phone records. ]
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[Though it's a change. Her tone is still warm, but there's an edge to it.]
I was part of the police force before my city declared martial law. Now... [Cait sighs. It never stops feeling awkward to tell people this here.] - I'm a general.
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[ It's one thing to join civil service and another to make the switch to martial law. ] Well, for better or worse, you're here now. You can take the medals off and no one would be the wiser.
[ Maybe not the ideal way to start over, considering the circumstances. And he knows there's never really shrugging off the uniform. He's been out of the service for six years and still has plenty of ingrained habits. ]