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

3.

[downswing]

( A part of him cannot believe he is the one to say it — )


Perhaps you require... friends.

[techmaturgy]

I have friends. I have a best friend. One who would absolutely, without question, come over and help me make vodka.

[downswing]

He... exists in the realm of the visible and living?

[techmaturgy]

Not

this world. Back home, though, he's very real. And alive.

[downswing]

I do not distrust you.

[techmaturgy]

Someone will have to come make the vodka with me in his absence.

[downswing]

...a close friend?

[techmaturgy]

An acquaintance will do, for these purposes.

[downswing]

No. Your 'acquaintance.' Alive and visible.

A close friend?