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.
Oh, only the number of times he stayed up so late studying, he could barely move the next day.
[It's tame, but she doesn't want to spill everything to someone she doesn't know very well yet.]
He's always been a good man. I'm glad that our circumstances brought us together... and again, here. Even if it would be better to be alone and have him not suffer this... it's nice that I don't have to be.
Pretty sure he still pulls shit like that. [ late nights hunched over notes or schematics—or his collection of shiny rocks. ]
It's good to have someone you can lean on, even if it sucks knowing they're going to struggle. It's a good motivator, though. Most people are more willing to fight if they have someone to fight for.
The more shit Sleep puts people through, the more determined I am to get back at her.
I'd like it to be violent, but I'm not entirely sure the how yet.
Right now, we're mostly focusing on finding the pieces of One's friends, probably the last people of this planet that aren't fungus-ridden Sleep zombies, in the hopes that it will knock him out of his pity-party bullshit and he'll be able to... do something that will stop Sleep.
But it's not like any of them are upfront. We get cryptic bullshit and cookie crumbs.
[ Oh... shit. ] Sorry. Guess I'm frustrated as hell.
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Oh, only the number of times he stayed up so late studying, he could barely move the next day.
[It's tame, but she doesn't want to spill everything to someone she doesn't know very well yet.]
He's always been a good man. I'm glad that our circumstances brought us together... and again, here. Even if it would be better to be alone and have him not suffer this... it's nice that I don't have to be.
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It's good to have someone you can lean on, even if it sucks knowing they're going to struggle. It's a good motivator, though. Most people are more willing to fight if they have someone to fight for.
The more shit Sleep puts people through, the more determined I am to get back at her.
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[She's... listening.]
How?
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Right now, we're mostly focusing on finding the pieces of One's friends, probably the last people of this planet that aren't fungus-ridden Sleep zombies, in the hopes that it will knock him out of his pity-party bullshit and he'll be able to... do something that will stop Sleep.
But it's not like any of them are upfront. We get cryptic bullshit and cookie crumbs.
[ Oh... shit. ] Sorry. Guess I'm frustrated as hell.