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]

Well! One of the crew tipped over a candle, and his sleeve caught on fire! But when I did, my sleeve did not even get singed!

[ Sans rum he'd realize that may be the quality of the cloth making the sleeve, but. ]

[traaaaaash]

whoa

impressive

previously undiscovered power?

maybe we should've sent you into the volcano