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

[bravelyrunsaway]

To those with that inclination, certainly. To others, not necessary.

[downswing]

She is no plaything.

[bravelyrunsaway]

It's telling that your understanding of my words is so far from their intention, love. What brings such a fear with you?

[downswing]

Seek another 'love.'

[bravelyrunsaway]

Oh, I always do.

[downswing]

( NOT AS PLANNED. )


A ship only so large.

[bravelyrunsaway]

A voyage only so long.

[downswing]

Not a challenge.

[bravelyrunsaway]

Pleasure is its own reward. Mutually desired, mutually provided, mutually claimed.

[downswing]

Respectfully declined.

[bravelyrunsaway]

Of course, love, and a person doesn't presume otherwise, but if you and your husband ever change your minds, I'm available. Until then!