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]

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.