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

[somebadnews]

I didn't realize how much I was letting you down.

[downswing]

An observation is not an indictment.

[somebadnews]

How many days until you stop expecting it?

[downswing]

Wait in comfort.

[somebadnews]

You know, it has been a lot less since you tried to kill me.

[downswing]

Sought to chase, not kill.

[somebadnews]

And what would have happened if you'd caught me?

[ Never mind that he remembers how he fought off other predators that were after him... it was a weird night. ]

[downswing]

We did not come to learn.

[somebadnews]

I think I know you better than that.

[downswing]

You assume bloodthirst.

[somebadnews]

With you it's more about efficiency. I don't think you like putting that much effort in without anything to show for it.

[downswing]

There is thrill in hunt. A sharpening.

[somebadnews]

[ ...He can forget for a moment that he gets that. The preparation was always his favorite part. ]

Glad I could be of service.