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.
Though not malicious, there is a distinct alertness through the connection, a focus so sharp that it is most reminiscent of a predator spotting potential quarry. Her amusement is clear and filled with smug satisfaction, punctuated by the slow, interested sway of her tails.]
Why would I joke about that? I'm a shapeshifter now. I can probably turn into things you haven't dreamt about.
Yet, anyway.
[His question about tethers goes unanswered while she has a little fun. She'll circle back, probably.]
[A benevolent shapeshifter interested in a little mmhmm isn't exactly a prospect he'd ever considered. There were shapeshifters other than the Founders back home, but many of them had different biological imperatives.]
[He could be quite confident about these things most of the time, but thanks to that dream and the fact she's so forward she's caught him on the back foot.]
[He doesn't dislike it, though.]
[He's a little blushy but rallies.]
Well, now you're setting a high bar. How am I supposed to clear it? Unless you like the wings.
[He unfurls them a little. They're a bit closer to fully formed now, a richer brown close to his body and paler tans and whites near the tips. Of all the changes, they're the one he dislikes the least.]
[There is clear appreciation in the way she eyes the spread of his wings, and some fondness in the chuckle that follows.] I do, actually! Always wanted a set of my own.
[A real set, not the facsimile engraved upon her back. While she doesn't envy the discomfort of their transformations, she's terribly jealous of the Vessels that have some manner of flight available to them. Maybe she'll figure out birds someday.
That day is not now. Now is for this serendipitous back-and-forth that a goofy sex dream has led her to. Playfully,] You needn't clear any bars, though. It's not a competition. Unless you want it to be!
It's not a competition, but if your aims are to change into things I haven't dared yet to dream, you certainly deserve the same effort.
[Really, here she is talking about catsuits and sexy alien transformations, she absolutely deserves similar promises in this flirting-that-might-not-actually-lead-to-anything but is at least a fun, welcome distraction.]
Though, to be fair, I do have my own strengths that have nothing to do with transformation. [He smiles an almost boyish smile that wrinkles his nose and his delivery of the line is more silly than sleazy. It's at least partly a bit:] My profession does confer certain benefits when it comes to dexterity and knowledge of anatomy.
[This is not a man who needs a map to certain spots. He has memorized the entire lay of the land.]
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Though not malicious, there is a distinct alertness through the connection, a focus so sharp that it is most reminiscent of a predator spotting potential quarry. Her amusement is clear and filled with smug satisfaction, punctuated by the slow, interested sway of her tails.]
Why would I joke about that? I'm a shapeshifter now. I can probably turn into things you haven't dreamt about.
Yet, anyway.
[His question about tethers goes unanswered while she has a little fun. She'll circle back, probably.]
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[He could be quite confident about these things most of the time, but thanks to that dream and the fact she's so forward she's caught him on the back foot.]
[He doesn't dislike it, though.]
[He's a little blushy but rallies.]
Well, now you're setting a high bar. How am I supposed to clear it? Unless you like the wings.
[He unfurls them a little. They're a bit closer to fully formed now, a richer brown close to his body and paler tans and whites near the tips. Of all the changes, they're the one he dislikes the least.]
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[A real set, not the facsimile engraved upon her back. While she doesn't envy the discomfort of their transformations, she's terribly jealous of the Vessels that have some manner of flight available to them. Maybe she'll figure out birds someday.
That day is not now. Now is for this serendipitous back-and-forth that a goofy sex dream has led her to. Playfully,] You needn't clear any bars, though. It's not a competition. Unless you want it to be!
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[Really, here she is talking about catsuits and sexy alien transformations, she absolutely deserves similar promises in this flirting-that-might-not-actually-lead-to-anything but is at least a fun, welcome distraction.]
Though, to be fair, I do have my own strengths that have nothing to do with transformation. [He smiles an almost boyish smile that wrinkles his nose and his delivery of the line is more silly than sleazy. It's at least partly a bit:] My profession does confer certain benefits when it comes to dexterity and knowledge of anatomy.
[This is not a man who needs a map to certain spots. He has memorized the entire lay of the land.]