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.
π post a top level for your character and include a few text starters, like the ones provided.
π interact.
π thrive.
π 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!).
π We might have some special guests later.
Serviceβmilitary? 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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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. ]