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.
( feeling other people's emotions - especially like this - remain strange, but that one just now makes her giggle. bubbly, very much so like the first sip out of a newly cracked bottle of soda.
yes, she supposes she could give him a break. )
that's really nice of you to offer!
( the name is interesting though. it brings to mind a few choice brands that ghost stories like to use; the sort that one ought not to just wander into like sheep to the slaughter. but hey, if she's welcome there and it's a kept and warm place to be, why not? )
looks like i'll be in your care ~
( hmm.. )
this wouldn't happen to come with breakfast in bed would itt?
( she definitely does not think something called the devil's nest is a quaint bed and breakfast place, so worry not, she's just being a little shithead. )
[Again, a sense of exhaustion wheezes from his end; his internal grumble, shaking through the Murmur like a vent loosened just enough to let off a little steam.]
oi, oi, oi. nothing nice about it. don't take me for something i'm not. [But he's already grabbing his vest, his sunglasses. Fixing a window wasn't on the top of his list for the day, but the sooner he can get it repaired, the better.]
[A Sin's work, it seems, is never done.]
sure, sure. for the time being, at leas - [However, his sentence cuts itself off the moment she continues. It's stark, sudden. As if the question itself had been cocked back and thrown out to slap him across the face.]
[Did she really just fucking - ]
[Greed howls. So much so that he almost snaps his neck in the process. Breakfast in bed. Just what kind of place did she think he was running, anyway?]
GAHAHAHA - ! aren't you demanding? sorry, sweetheart. if you want something like that, you'd have to come down to the bar. but i'll admit, i do like that avarice of yours. a place isn't enough, is it?
[The pull of his grin turns jagged between them; a spread of teeth, hungry for more, more, more.]
[The Sin lifts one of his shoulders.] but don't push your luck too much, hmn?
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yes, she supposes she could give him a break. )
that's really nice of you to offer!
( the name is interesting though. it brings to mind a few choice brands that ghost stories like to use; the sort that one ought not to just wander into like sheep to the slaughter. but hey, if she's welcome there and it's a kept and warm place to be, why not? )
looks like i'll be in your care ~
( hmm.. )
this wouldn't happen to come with breakfast in bed would itt?
( she definitely does not think something called the devil's nest is a quaint bed and breakfast place, so worry not, she's just being a little shithead. )
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oi, oi, oi. nothing nice about it. don't take me for something i'm not. [But he's already grabbing his vest, his sunglasses. Fixing a window wasn't on the top of his list for the day, but the sooner he can get it repaired, the better.]
[A Sin's work, it seems, is never done.]
sure, sure. for the time being, at leas - [However, his sentence cuts itself off the moment she continues. It's stark, sudden. As if the question itself had been cocked back and thrown out to slap him across the face.]
[Did she really just fucking - ]
[Greed howls. So much so that he almost snaps his neck in the process. Breakfast in bed. Just what kind of place did she think he was running, anyway?]
GAHAHAHA - ! aren't you demanding? sorry, sweetheart. if you want something like that, you'd have to come down to the bar. but i'll admit, i do like that avarice of yours. a place isn't enough, is it?
[The pull of his grin turns jagged between them; a spread of teeth, hungry for more, more, more.]
[The Sin lifts one of his shoulders.] but don't push your luck too much, hmn?