texts from last night's deeply regretted rum venture

[groundrules]

DON'T PIRATE AND DRIVE

o1. Nothing settles the Crossing jitters like a bit of liquid courage — and with pirates, sharing is caring. Maybe you took it willing, under duress or subterfuge, or you completely underestimated the potency of what your esteemed sailor companions style the 'Mother's milk — but you are hereby sloshed. Inebriated. Tipsy. Under the weather. Toasting the gods. o2. Top level with one or more of your character's most philosophical, amorous, or otherwise deeply wrong drunken thoughts or observation. Don't leave an empty comment, that makes the wine gods sad. o3. Comment aroundkeep incriminating evidence. o4. Feel free to make any of your threads game canon, just check with your partner too!

Comments

[paperbutterflies]

They sound... sweet? Unless magic makes them taste differently.

[reparo]

Sweet is right! Imagine an 11 year old girl who hasn't been allowed sweets before, let loose in a magical candy shop.

[paperbutterflies]

[ A small pause because he needs to conceptualize that... ]

I think I can imagine.

[reparo]

I should be rewarded for my non-existent cavities.

[paperbutterflies]

Cavities?

[ ... even aside from the state of GOOD health that cultivator bodies are in, he may be missing the connection between sugar and tooth decay. A little. ]

[reparo]

Tooth decay.

[paperbutterflies]

Then I am glad you do not have that.

[reparo]

That's good enough a reward for me.