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

[incantates]

Good, I'll be sure to send him the bill and tag on an extra fee
for dry-cleaning.
Try not to die or drown until I find you.

[downswing]

Swim with us.

[incantates]

That's a hard pass.
Once the sharks get a taste for warlock, they'll never want anything else.

The same can be said of all my exes.

[downswing]

You ever speak in tongues








Sharks like tongues.

[incantates]

I bet they do.
Do you know how many juicy blood vessels are in your tongue?

I'd still prefer it to remain attached to me.

[downswing]

My... tongue?

[incantates]

That mobile bit inside your mouth?
Responsible for taste?
Helps you sound out words?
One of nature's greatest pleasure tools?

Do I really have to explain any further what a tongue is?