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[folkie]

Texts From Last Night

Welcome to Folkmore's Texts From Last Night meme! 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 used as spoons for players accepted into the game!

TEXTS FROM LAST NIGHT GENERATOR
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[faithfulson]

Okay; I'll keep an eye out.

[survivingsister]

[ Given ten or fifteen minutes time, there is indeed a small cloud of green mist that seems to just appear. It drifts, encircles Luke for a moment, then pulls away and forms a sphere which glowed brighter than the mist had, and if Luke moves, it follows him, staying about a meter away. ]

You have been located. I can have it guide you to a location or I can travel to you.

[faithfulson]

[ Give him a moment to stare in fascination, reaching out and trying to touch the sphere. He's never seen the Force made manifest like this before. ]

I can follow it.

[survivingsister]

[ Different manifestations, via different religious practices. ]

Very well. I will have it lead you.

[faithfulson]

Thanks.

[ He followed after the light, part of him still wanting to reach out and touch it. After all, a physical manifestation like this had to feel like something, right? He held himself back, though; his luck him trying to touch it would poof it out of existence. ]

[survivingsister]

You are welcome.

[ It would burn like Hellfire, unbarely hot and fridgily cold at once, but it would not disappear.

The path is a careful one, avoiding trip hazards or things which hand low enough to hit Luke in the head. ]

[faithfulson]

[ Luke followed willingly, mindful of the path regardless, and broke out into a smile when he finally caught sight of Morgan. He gave a friendly wave, breaking out into a light jog as he approached. ]

Thanks for the help.

[survivingsister]

[ Morgan didn't wave back, her hands covered in green mist, which disappeared along with the green sphere. She inclined her head in a small bow of greeting. ]

You are welcome. Do you often end up in such predicaments?

[faithfulson]

Not usually; usually I just use the Force to direct myself if I get lost, but there are times in this place where the Force just says 'no'.

[survivingsister]

[ Sounds like a skill issue Jedi. ]

Inconvenient, certainly. Where would you like to go?

[ Otherwise, she's going back to Maul's. ]

[faithfulson]

I can get back to my place from here. If you're ever in Gram, feel free to stop by for some tea; I'm in number seventeen.

[survivingsister]

Good, I will remember. Try not to get lost where none can find you.