april first tfln

[folkie]

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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(exact use is not required, you can modify them for your character, you can use other sources/random text generators/shower thoughts!)

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[anothergo]

Thank you. Do you happen to know who's shirt I absconded? It smells nice.

[pursuitofcappiness]

You know, I'm not sure, but it's got a funny saying on it. Maybe Hawke?

[anothergo]

Hold on, it's somehow inside out. Probably why I haven't ripped the tag off yet.

[pursuitofcappiness]

Peggy, did you steal a shirt? From a store?

[anothergo]

No! Not the store tag. The washing directions tag that itches!

[pursuitofcappiness]

Well, that's different. Okay, how about we get you into a different shirt, and we locate the owner?

[anothergo]

That sounds like an excellent plan.
Preferably one without those pesky tags that itch.

For the shirt.

[pursuitofcappiness]

I'll bring you one of mine - my place is closer, and my clothes are broken in. Won't itch, promise.

[anothergo]

Soft, but not about to fall apart? That's the perfect comfort level. Thank you.

[She's starting to understand why the women stealing hoodies stereotype exists.]

[pursuitofcappiness]

Only the best for my favorite Cap.

I'll be there soon.

[anothergo]

Expect me to return the favor for my favorite Cap in the future.

Door's unlocked. See you soon.

[pursuitofcappiness]

[ There's a knock at Peggy's door. ]

Hey.

[anothergo]

[That was quick, or more accurately, she's not paying attention to the clock. She's not in sight, thankfully around the corner in her room.]

Steve! Hello! [She pokes her head and shoulders out from around the door frame.] Minor secondary issue. I cannot find my pants.

[And while the shirt is long enough to cover her, it still feels indecent and embarrassing for Steve to see her like this. Luckily the pants in question look to have been kicked off immediately upon arrival, landing tucked in a pile half under the couch.]

[pursuitofcappiness]

Think I found 'em underneath your couch, Peg.

Can I come in? Or - I can wait out here.

[ He even pulls the door closed, and talks from the other side of it. ]

[anothergo]

Really? Brilliant.

[That location tracks. As for Steve, the shirt she's wearing somehow covers all the indecent parts. Besides, he's seen her in a swimsuit at this point.]

Come in and toss them at the door.

[She steps to the door frame, not full in view, but she's visible enough, offering him a sheepish smile and keeping most of her hidden.]

[pursuitofcappiness]

[ There's definitely a difference between a swimsuit and a state of undress for him, regardless of the amount of skin. He wants to be respectful, in any case, both to her and her relationship, and his relationship too. So he looks pretty much everywhere else as he tosses the clothes her way - perfect aim. ]

You had a pretty wild night, Peg.

[anothergo]

[It's that little gesture that reminds her of those nuanced differences, and she blushes, catching the pants and making quick work of pulling them on behind the doorway and out of sight. They're comfortable joggers, likely men's by their size and the way she fills them out.]

The pants were more a casualty of too much kick during removal than whatever happened with this shirt snafu.

[Maybe he'll understand. When she's tired, sometimes she forgets to dial down the strength during mundane tasks.

Peggy appears towards the end of that explanation, clearly more comfortable, though still slightly embarrassed.]

[pursuitofcappiness]

Oh, yeah, I've lost a whole lot of garments that way.

[ He pats her on the arm. ]

Let me go make some tea. Still one splash, no sugar?

[ She might not take it like the other Peggy does. Either way, he'll also go get some cookies out of his cupboards, though they're a little American. ]

[anothergo]

You should see what I found under my couch back home when I finally had a chance to move and sweep beneath it. It was like a giant cat lived there.

[She chuckles and shakes her head at herself. Instead of missing toys and bottle caps it was pants and hair ties.]

Tea sounds lovely, thank you. And yes, that's right.

[It should be a surprise that he remembers, except it's Steve.]

[pursuitofcappiness]

One tea, coming right up.

[ He takes out some cookies too. They're not biscuits, but they're the closest thing he's got. ]

[anothergo]

[So far, she hasn't been able to find proper biscuits to her liking here in Folkmore. Nor clotted cream for her scones. It's a travesty.]

Thank you. [There's a pause before she follows him into the kitchen, looking to either help or simply have his company.]

Alcohol doesn't typically affect me.