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.
I get it. [ Curiosity still burns a hole through her, but once a boundary is set, she'll honor it. ]
A gun and a room for rumors? [ She doesn't doubt him, but it feels like an uneven trade. Hell, it is an uneven trade. ] I can do that, but I'd like to know what type of rumors you're most interested in.
[It wouldn't be hard to imagine him in the moment. With his legs kicked up, his arms folded behind his head, and a smile on his face so smarmy, it could put the best snake to shame.]
but we'll get to that later. feel free to take one of the rooms on the second floor. haven't found the keys to some of them yet so let me know if you can't get in on your own. [A not-so-subtle hint that he's either broken or picked a few of the locks already.]
anything to do with sleep, this place, what some of the people might be up to. information's worth a whole lot in my line of business, shar. think that'll make us more than even
[ Along with a few other things, huh? Damn, Greed. ]
Don't worry, I've been taught to pick locks. I'll make sure my name is on the door in big, bold letters, too. [ She is beaming, an emotional sense of appreciation flickering through the connection. ]
Lucky for you, you're talking to the girl who keeps an ear to the ground. I'll drop you off some nuggets soon. I might've recently had a chat with Sleep, actually.
have you now? ha - ! knew there was a lot more to you than you let on. learned that here or ? [He's moving. To where is anyone's guess. Most likely pilfering whatever else he can possibly find.] good. wouldn't have it any other way. better to let everyone know what's yours, right?
[Greed plucks up a quarter, pinning it between both his thumb and index finger, and a jolt jitters against their connection. His interest as live as a wire.] oh ho. had a talk with our friend, have you ? well, you've got my attention.
but get settled first. we can talk later. in the meantime, there's a few things i'll be dropping off in the bar. feel free to take anything if you're hungry.
Here. Lots of downtime to learn new skills. [ And she enjoys learning, particularly when it can prove useful in their current predicament and it's a cool skill. As for the statement that follows, it earns a flutter of amusement along the connection. She isn't one to lay claim to much of anything, not unless it's necessary, not without reason. ]
It's not my first conversation with her, but I'll save those goodies for later.
Thanks, Greed. [ She doesn't fully understand this exchange between them, but appreciates it all the same. ]
i'm sure. got nothing but time don't we? [He slides the quarter into his back pocket with a pat of his lips.] keep it up kid. ya never know what might come in handy.
[While his hands may be busy (ripping out drawers, clawing through cabinets, and dumping whatever else happens to be lurking inside), his focus is completely on the conversation at hand. He hasn't had the pleasure of getting a one-on-one with Sleep himself, nor does he have any plans of seeking her out personally. However, the fact that Sharon has, well.]
[He'd be lying if he said it didn't pique his interest.]
[Greed huffs as he pushes away a pile of wood-rot spoons, spatulas, and takeout forks with the side of his boot.] what the hell are you thanking me for? save it brat. i'm greed remember? don't start thinking i'm something i'm not.
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A gun and a room for rumors? [ She doesn't doubt him, but it feels like an uneven trade. Hell, it is an uneven trade. ] I can do that, but I'd like to know what type of rumors you're most interested in.
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[It wouldn't be hard to imagine him in the moment. With his legs kicked up, his arms folded behind his head, and a smile on his face so smarmy, it could put the best snake to shame.]
but we'll get to that later. feel free to take one of the rooms on the second floor. haven't found the keys to some of them yet so let me know if you can't get in on your own. [A not-so-subtle hint that he's either broken or picked a few of the locks already.]
anything to do with sleep, this place, what some of the people might be up to. information's worth a whole lot in my line of business, shar. think that'll make us more than even
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Don't worry, I've been taught to pick locks. I'll make sure my name is on the door in big, bold letters, too. [ She is beaming, an emotional sense of appreciation flickering through the connection. ]
Lucky for you, you're talking to the girl who keeps an ear to the ground. I'll drop you off some nuggets soon. I might've recently had a chat with Sleep, actually.
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have you now? ha - ! knew there was a lot more to you than you let on. learned that here or ? [He's moving. To where is anyone's guess. Most likely pilfering whatever else he can possibly find.] good. wouldn't have it any other way. better to let everyone know what's yours, right?
[Greed plucks up a quarter, pinning it between both his thumb and index finger, and a jolt jitters against their connection. His interest as live as a wire.] oh ho. had a talk with our friend, have you ? well, you've got my attention.
but get settled first. we can talk later. in the meantime, there's a few things i'll be dropping off in the bar. feel free to take anything if you're hungry.
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It's not my first conversation with her, but I'll save those goodies for later.
Thanks, Greed. [ She doesn't fully understand this exchange between them, but appreciates it all the same. ]
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[While his hands may be busy (ripping out drawers, clawing through cabinets, and dumping whatever else happens to be lurking inside), his focus is completely on the conversation at hand. He hasn't had the pleasure of getting a one-on-one with Sleep himself, nor does he have any plans of seeking her out personally. However, the fact that Sharon has, well.]
[He'd be lying if he said it didn't pique his interest.]
[Greed huffs as he pushes away a pile of wood-rot spoons, spatulas, and takeout forks with the side of his boot.] what the hell are you thanking me for? save it brat. i'm greed remember? don't start thinking i'm something i'm not.
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[Call him guilty as charged.]
[Kids. Why is it always kids? Who let this happen?]