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

[heroofcocoon]

Wouldn't be the worse thing if that's true. I mean, if you spilled the alcohol on yourself, it makes sense that you'd want to wash them. I've heard and seen worse things when alcohol is involved. My friend was a bartender for a while and me and my best friend worked as security to make sure that none of the drunk tourists got rowdy or handsy.

[makingmyway]

I can only hope it was just alcohol and not something else.

[ His clothes don’t smell, so he’s hoping he didn’t throw up on himself. ]

I can only imagine the types you’d see as a bartender and security. What’s the craziest story you have?

[heroofcocoon]

I mean, only you can smell yourself right now to tell, so you'll have to check.

Some hotshot tourist with more money than brains tried to get handsy with my friend, the bartender, and Lebreau used a bottle to literally knock some sense into him. Right into our other friend's not-so-loving arms to be tossed out on his arse. And when he stood up to yell, he threw up on a Guardian Corps that was walking by and spent the rest of his vacation in the local drunk tank.

[makingmyway]

I haven’t noticed any smell, so that’s probably a good sign.

Well, it sounds like he got what he deserved.

[heroofcocoon]

Well, do you see any stains on your clothes either? Might help there too.

Hey, if Gadot hadn't tossed him out, I would have, but not because Lebreau can't handle herself. She's the scariest member of NORA and crossing her is the last thing I'd want to do.

[makingmyway]

None that I could see. I still might give them a more thorough was anyway, though, just in case.

[ One can never be too careful. ]

Still, even if one can handle themselves, it doesn't always mean they should have to endure things like that. It's good that she had you all looking out for her.

[heroofcocoon]

Then you're good. Although, giving them a wash anyway isn't a bad idea.

And when it comes to Lebreau, we all respected her. In a group of orphans, one is always going to be the 'mom' friend. She was it. The rest of us were just her dumb kids who got into trouble.

[makingmyway]

Yes, I probably will anyway. It certainly couldn't hurt.

Ah yes. I've certainly had that kind of friend. Not many people are talented enough to wrangle the more troublesome of the group.

[heroofcocoon]

The alternative is worse. Besides, pretty sure that everyone enjoys clean, good-smelling beefcakes. Least that's what I hear a lot.

Yeah, well, she's got plenty of experience being the bossy member of our group. Plus, for a while, my fiancée was around to help her boss the rest of us around.