Reflections from the Night Before

[faewildmods]

J-Dawg

my bro from another ho

Puck

Did you get the name of that naiad last night?

J-Dawg

Are you fucking kidding me? I should punch you in the junk rn. My M O T H E R is livid

Puck

Oh, that explains a few things.

Puck

Uh, can you get someone with fire magic to come and help me de-ice the walls?

code

You wake up a little bleary-eyed and fuzzy-minded. It's strange. You don't really remembering overindulging last night, and yet here you are with the distinct sense that somehow you weren't making the best decisions. Faerie magic is funny like that.

But it's probably fine. It's not like you made any really poor life decisions, right? Like drunk-mirroring your fellow Faewild guests?

Oh. Oh no.

Better check your messages, and see what's in your Reflections from the Night Before.




All right, dears, you know the drill. Your characters have found themselves firing off (perhaps) ill-advised texts. Choose from the horrifying archive of text based debauchery or craft your own bespoke messages.

All threads in this post may be considered canon if all parties involved agree. All threads may be counted for Activity Check as well as Rewards.

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Tryst Cleary | Original D&D Character

[charmperson]

1. I'm eating cake, naked, in bed. I am GREAT at being single.

2. I woke up naked and alone this morning. What a life.

3. She recognized me by my ass from about 15 yards away. I must have a REALLY nice ass.

4. Well, of course, to the untrained eye I look like a slut.

5. We don't have the same problems as normal people do we?

6. THE CONDOM ONLY COVERS HALF OF HIS DICK I AM IN THE BATHROOM PANICKING.

7. Text him!

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[wardingflare]

To the trained eye you look one one, too.

But in a good way.

[charmperson]

Well, as long as it's in a good way.

And in any case, to the trained eye, I look like a whore. Sluts have no business acumen.

[wardingflare]

That's the difference in sluts vs whores? Look at me, learning new things all the time.

[charmperson]

I'm nothing if not a wellspring of knowledge. Questionable knowledge, maybe, but still. Knowledge.

But yes, mostly. Not that there's anything wrong with being a slut, mind you. So long as everyone's having on board and having a good time, all's well that ends in ecstasy.

Still, if you're going to be playing that game anyway, why not earn a living?

[wardingflare]

I mean, you're obviously right. Doing something you love and making money off of it is the best of both worlds.

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[valsharess]

Think of it this way, now you do not have to share the cake. There is a silver lining and it is made of dark chocolate cream cheese frosting.

[charmperson]

Oh I am not complaining. The lining is silver. The exterior is silver. And I look fantastic in silver.

And in chocolate for that matter. Minor detail.

[valsharess]

Not to mention that you do not have to worry about being held accountable to anyone, you may do exactly as you please and that is freedom.

Chocolate is nice, I am rather fond of raspberries to go along with it.

[charmperson]

It is that. And it's a great deal safer. Hearts are fragile, breakable things.

Oh! Well well, someone with excellent taste.

[valsharess]

I agree, hearts sometimes rewquire some sort of forgetfulness-- or at least a very thorough hobby.

[ Lethica's hobby can be inumerated tea making, wound tending and also maybe converting people to the religion of Shar, but in a kind way (surprisingly enough) ]

[charmperson]

They do. And sometimes nothing is enough to mend them. Or maybe people just don't want to let them mend.

Either way, I'm in no way brave or strong enough to take on that risk.

I'll keep my singleness and cake.

[valsharess]

I applaud you both your singleness and your cake; may your life be uncomplicated and pleasant. Perhaps one day though you will find something that seems easy, or perhaps you will not. The one thing about life is that it is wholly unexpected with twists and turns, it is for us to remain flexible so as to weather whatever shadowy breeze may blow.