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?

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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.

Comments

[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.