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.

Comments

[ipreferspooky]

Well, it wasn't as bloody as the time that I saw a piranha attack a boy's scrotum, so not particularly.

[stolentrinkets]

[If Wednesday could only see the wince on Vex's face.]

I sure hope he deserved it.

[ipreferspooky]

No one tortures my brother but me. My only regret is that he lived.

[stolentrinkets]

Then well done, darling. I feel the same way about my own brother.

[ipreferspooky]

Normally, I'd be disdainful at such a forward attempt to be friendly with me, but my powers of making people afraid of me seemed to have lessened in the last year and I hate to waste energy on useless behaviors.

Pugsley is many things, but he is still my brother and no jock with one brain cell and no balls is going to be torturing him haphazardly if I can help it.