Reflections from the Night Before

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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

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[ipreferspooky]

I find it interesting that you would be willing to waste time and effort in a hope that I would do what you want. Even my parents have given up hopes that I will follow them.

[valsharess]

I have spent many centuries playing the long game, and if I can weather a haunted sentient murder house, I can no doubt outwait you.

[ipreferspooky]

Haunted sentient murder house? That sounds a bit like Addams Manor. Tell me more.

[valsharess]

Well, it was a house that we stumbled into not once but twice during our foray into Druskenvold, many gruesome murders happened; there was a clock full of bees, a cellar filled with amber shards, pools of blood and visera and I think that there was ground up seasonings made out of people?

The second time, the Mayor and his wife attempted to refurbish it however it was having none of that. Who would've thought that wallpaper could not cover up demonic witch-walls?

[ipreferspooky]

You said the house was sentient, yes? This mayor and his wife sound like fools. Did they not try to appease the spirits inside before trying to revamp it?

[valsharess]

[ Indeed, they were fools, but powerful fools. ]

We were taking care of a hag problem, so we were not around for the refurbishment. I honestly think that they were waiting for us to come back because they had a grudge against us, the house.

[ Bigger things to think about now. ] I think that my favorite was the bed that, when you lay in it-- you have the overwhelming urge to throw yourself out a window; and that was involving the first owners of the house, and their fate?

[ipreferspooky]

[Fools are still fools. Just ask Crackstone. Oh, no, wait, you can't, because Wednesday killed him. Again.]

You should leave them to their own stupidity with the house. It sounds like they deserve it. You would be doing the world a favor in helping along natural selection.

A bed that could make someone want to throw themselves out of a window? That sounds like my roommate's side of our room.

that made me snort, not even gonna lie.

[valsharess]

[ Lethica cannot do anything to Adella, she is such a wonderful woman even if a tad bit flightly and bubbly, and Phillip-- Phillip has the Bell of Shar which she requires if she is to become her goddess' most favored. ]

Oh? Is her room cursed as well?

[ Lethica does not know what it is that she is walking into but she is very interested now. ]

[ipreferspooky]

[Wednesday does not that the other person drops the conversation about the murder house, but she's not sure where it would go, so she's temporarily okay with letting sleeping monsters lie.]

I suppose you could say that. It looks like a demented pack of unicorns threw up everywhere.