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'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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[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?]