folkmeme | april first tfln

1 April Edition TFLN

Welcome to Folkmore's Texts From Last Night meme, April Fools edition! See, Thoth learned about April Fools from reading Chaucer but enjoys that it's an ongoing thing. Thoth's switched things up. Initial messages (aka top levels)—all set April 1st ICly—maaaaay go to the wrong person! So not all hell breaks loose, replies carry forward with whoever you've reached, but you might be texting your innermost intoxicated or sleep deprived secret to someone you don't even know.

If you'd like to opt out of misfires, please include this in your top level (by prompt or overall). Otherwise, enjoy indulging Thoth's amusement and building some new CR.

This meme can be used as a branch off from our Test Drive Memes and be used as game canon or just for casual fun in the setting! You do not need to be in our game or be invited to play on our TFLN. This can be a great way to meet current players for future invites, get a feel for the setting, or just have some fun.

This can be used for samples on our applications and as spoons for players accepted into the game.

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Coffee and mistakes, specifically together?
Or just each individually?

Individually. I can't be good at coffee if I make mistakes making it, no?

I don't know! Maybe it tastes perfect, but you're always dumping it in people's laps.
Although now I want some coffee...

Without the scalded crotch to be clear.

I'm offended. I'll have you know I'm well coordinated. If I'm dumping into people's lap, it's on purpose.

Just stop by, and I'll make you some. With extra no-scalded crotch.

Even super soldiers can be uncoordinated sometimes.
Probably.
With extra cream and no sugar, and I'm there.

I think you're thinking of Steve.

[He's stumbled a few times in the past. Not that he'll admit to it.]

You'll have to pick up cream if you want it, I only have milk. I'll leave the bay window unlocked for you.

I guess it was my turn to make the mistake, Mr. Perfect.

Regular milk is fine. I'm not that picky. I'll see you in a few.

It's fine, I won't hold you to it.

See you in a few.

[Coffee is already brewing when she drops by his place, and Bucky's put a whole box of cookies on a plate. If she's anything like Peter in his world, they'll both easily go through the whole thing.

He's already munching on one as he waits for Gwen, thinking about how he'll have to ask Peggy where she got them, because they really are delicious. He doesn't move from his spot, leaning against the kitchen counter as he hears her open the bay window:]

Hey kid.

[Gwen crawls into the window, not in her spider-suit, but just normal run-of-the-mill street clothes. Once she's right side up, she adjusts her blonde, pink-tinged hair with a flip. Her eyes scan around the room, taking in the place before heading into the kitchen. She only knows about the Avengers vaguely from her time in the Spider-Society and Miguel constantly bitching about Dr. Strange and the Peter from the one universe making a mess of things, and so she's by association vaguely familiar with him. Or some versions of him. Maybe it's dumb to trust him so readily, maybe especially knowing what she knows. But she's a cocky-teen with superpowers, so naturally she's pretty sure she can handle herself.]

Hey, Gramps.

[That's probably going to be the nickname that sticks, by the way. Her eyes fall to the plate of cookies, and she already bee-lines to grab one.]

[He watches her crawl inside the apartment on the ceiling, and it's hard for Bucky not to be instantly reminded of Peter. Maybe that's why he sees no problem in inviting her: if she's the female version of Spider-man in her world, then she probably has a good heart like the kid does in his world. Just like Steve is always Steve, no matter what universe he's from.

He raises an eyebrow at the nickname, his lips curling into a small, amused smile:]

Does that mean I can call you 'Sticks'?

[Once the coffee is done being, he reaches into the cupboard for the only two mugs he owns, and pours the coffee before sliding a cup in front of Gwen, alongside the carton of milk.]

So. Spider powers, huh?

[You can tell already he's a great conversationalist, can you?]

[She sighs a bit at the 'Sticks' name, shaking her head. Her finger wag at him is anything but serious.] Fine, but don't go spreading it around so that everyone else around here starts using it too.

[Gwen sits down at the table, chewing the cookie as she takes the coffee to slide the rest of the way in front of her.] Yeah, Spider powers... so is that something you're familiar with?

[She's already run into two Peters here, so it's reasonable there might be more people here who were familiar.]

[That earns her a silent chuckle and he nods:] Deal. As long as you don't go around telling people my age.

[He sits in front of us with his cup and the plates of cookies. He hums as he blows lightly on the hot liquid in the cup before taking a careful sip.]

I do. There is a Spider-Man in my world. [He doesn't give out more details that could reveal that the masked hero is Peter. Even if in his world, there's no one left to know their real identities, he understands the value of anonymity.]

We were part of a small group of survivors that was trying to save the rest of humanity. Something like a Thursday night for you, I'm guessing. [he adds with a small smile that doesn't really reaches his eyes.]

Deal. [She chews on a cookie, looking around the place.] I know there are a couple Spider-Men here in the city too. I've run into both of them.

[One had been a far more awkward meeting than the other, since that Peter had gotten all weird upon learning her name. Gwen wishes she didn't know the reason why, but she did without him even needing to tell her.

Stopping in her next bite of cookie, she lowers it from her mouth, a pit forming in her stomach as his words catch up with her. Clearly something pretty terrible had happened in his reality.] Uh, I don't know about that... survivors from what?

I'm aware, though neither of them is from my world. [Maybe it's selfish, but there are times Bucky wishes his Peter would show up here. At least, in Folkmore, he would be safe from the zombies.

Bucky drinks from his coffee, pausing for a moment, before answering her:]

A zombie apocalypse. It's not going very...well, to be honest.

[His worst nightmare is that he is one day sent by to a world that's completely lost.]

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