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]

[ So the dog can talk... or well type. ]

The speech to text function still has a few kinks in it,
but it did transmit those dog barks as well as it could, all things considered.

What may I actually help you with? A treat? Some ear scratches? Belly rubs?

[bravelyrunsaway]

Oh, why not belly rubs? Belly rubs are wonderful, truly.

[incantates]

That I can probably accommodate.
Is the dog yours, or are you the dog yourself?