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]

Is that why you turn into a harpy?

[ He remembers things, even when drinking. ]

[traaaaaash]

yeah

it's better actually

i'm in control with the harpy

made sort of a truce with the owl beast

[ She wouldn't usually be even NEARLY this open, but heck, she's drunk, she's stuck in a different universe, and whenever she gets out of here she's not gonna see this weird brat again anyway. ]

[somebadnews]

[ Five really doesn't take advantage of what he looks like very often, because that's weird, but it sometimes surprises him what he can learn if he asks.

And... he really can't help but think of Ben here. Who he normally wouldn't mention, but it comes out anyway. ]

It was like that with my brother. His was tentacles that came out of his stomach, but he never quite got control over them.

At least, not while I was there.

[traaaaaash]

wow that sounds gross

no offense to your brother

[somebadnews]

You have an owl living inside you.

[traaaaaash]

less slimy than tentacles

[somebadnews]

[ He should know better than to evoke his dead brother, but he's been drinking and it's hard not to think about the one sibling he couldn't save. ]

Glad I could put it in perspective.