texts from "last night" or whenever

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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. (You also don't have to use TFLN itself as a source for your messages, or you can modify them for your character.) 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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[somethingrevolutionary]

Every people hoards something and everyone within those peoples. [ Zaun is not unique in people hoarding information, resources, and more. Why, Silco could as easily have spoken about the houses in Piltover and the members of the council. They hoard wealth, knowledge, and connections. It's the reason Jayce's first attempts to protect the ports went so far awry. Everyone on the council, save Jayce and Mel, were hurt by his crackdown on the usual flow of bribes and illicit trade. Mel knows of their interests and uses it to her advantage, to making things better in a practical manner, not the idealistic sledgehammer Jayce initially represented. Fitting, given his house.

As wealthy as Mel is, as keen as her business senses are, knowledge is the true currency of power. It informs little things as well as large. It enriches her relationships, and it allows her to sit at this table with Silco and hold her own. She's generous today. She's generous with this cheap information. He'll have to do more later if he expects more. ]

I look forward to you proving her wrong. So many people here will enjoy her getting her comeuppance. The natural consequences of making so many people spill their secrets. It provides one common purpose, though naturally some of the people saved from death are grateful to be here, rather than dead. For all her interference, Folkmore isn't a prison.

[conflictresolution]

And there will always be those that will fight for what others have. [Anyone worth their salt in the undercity knew to follow the money; normally, the Chem-Barons were too focus below to see the opportunity above them. Zaun's chaotic 'political' scene was a messy affair with petty squabbles, bruised egos and gang wars over people, territory and resources. It made it all seem like there was no local politics compared to the crisp order of Piltover with its Great and Lesser Houses and Council of seven. In the end, where the money pooled was where they power lay and that was true in both cities.

Disruptions to the illicit trades had proven how vulnerable that pooling was and it made people nervous on both sides of the border. Silco claimed to be a realist, but he was perfectly willing to lose vast amounts of money to politically gain the upper hand. It was nothing more than a game of understanding the wins and loses. He didn't have to explain it to her, he knew, so he wouldn't waste both of their time, least of all when their drinks arrived at the table.]

My, my, thinking I will arrive to be the revolutionary already? No doubt others have tried, but we both know that people who arrived here did so willingly for opportunity. If those opportunities die up, that's when the pitchforks come out. [As he had no where else to go and in the haze of a fading consciousness, perhaps he had mistaken the fox for the wolf or lamb. Who knew. He was here, and that was an opportunity.] I expect if we're oh so unhappy here, we can leave at any time, yes?

[somethingrevolutionary]

[ Mel inclines her head to signify her agreement with what Silco says. Some people might call that fighting for what is theirs (in the future). Some level of competition and fighting is natural in business, but too much conflict only impoverishes everyone. Better, certainly, to help everyone grow wealthier together. Shimmer has its proper uses, Mel is sure, but the reports she's read is that it's ruined far more lives in Zaun than its helped. Her business workings aren't tied to Zaun, something most helped along by her avoidance of illicit trade. Unnecessary for her profits. Everyone else was too scared of hextech, the largest source of profits of all.

Mel will work to gain more information about Silco, little as it is written down and thus readily accessible. The fact he's here will present more opportunities along with the danger. Her drink is a fancy cocktail, as might be expected, and dangerously delicious. It doesn't taste like there's liquor at all. ]

Some people believe they were tricked into coming here. Willingly, yes, but they either cannot or will not face the truth or were unable to see what was happening before them when they came. [ Mel shrugs. Silco can decide for himself if that makes them fools, and people speak openly enough of it all around her it is no secret. ] I would suspect so, but no one has stated that plainly as their intention then gone to meet her and left. Those least happy here seem least willing to accept her help, even if only to return home.

[ Though some like Silco and possibly Mel are dead back home. It becomes a terrible choice then. People usually prefer to persist over certain death. ]

[conflictresolution]

[Silco made a point to stay off the grid as much as possible when it came to Piltover; it was better that they focused their attentions on other power players so that he could operate in the shadows where he was best served. It would have been a better uprising without the invention of hextech, but his frustrations about Zaun being left behind were short and often spontaneous. When Jinx had kicked the hornet's nest, there had been opportunity that had lead to his demise, but it didn't matter. He was little more than the push for freedom; it would continue long after he was dead and rotten.

His loss would create a power vacuum that would leave many warring with each other, but he had left the future in his daughter's hands. Piltover had thankfully never seemed to make the association of the two of them as being family; it didn't matter anymore anyway.

He picked up his tumbler of whiskey and gently swirled the ice in the amber liquid. He eyed her drink, though it was what he would expect he supposed. Alcohol was an acquired taste and those that needed it to cope with life didn't care about the taste over the effect. Those that could afford to be affronted by the taste covered it.]

There are always some that will blame their regrets on someone or something else. It is easier to bay at the empty sky than take ownership of one's lack of insight.

[Even if it wasn't as what one promised, it was still an opportunity. Fools let opportunities pass them by. Idiots accused the opportunities for their problems.]

[somethingrevolutionary]

[ Piltover and Zaun are both ever present on Mel's mind and incredibly far away. After more than a year, a year and a half even, in this place, she's changed, and her relationship with herself has changed so much that she could not be the same person on return to Piltover. Oh, she could act it plenty well, however well as the situation calls for, but the player behind the moves differs. Her options have changed, though the expansion would undoubtedly be unpopular with her peers and draw a different kind of attention to Piltover. Best to operate in Piltover with that part of her identity and ability still in the shadows, yes, but no longer off the board.

She sips her drink, enjoying the mix of flavors and the impression Silco might get from it. It fits the image he has of her, and Mel sees no reason to dissuade him of it. These drinks and fine wines are at plenty a party in Piltover, and Mel is as used to them as conversation, gifts, and more to smooth things over in politics. Fortunately, it also tastes good, so she's sacrificing nothing by playing into expectations. ]

I've heard talk of people wanting to take her down, but it is hard to imagine anyone getting the better of her. We certainly haven't seen the full extent of her capabilities.

[ Mel opts not to share that she's seen Thirteen dampen people's abilities. It made for an ... interesting tournament a couple months into Mel's tenure in Folkmore. Everyone evened out in each match, so that no one had an inherent advantage. It let other traits shine through, ones frequently hidden. Yet Mel didn't participate herself, having no interest in violence. She only went to support Viktor. Who... won depending how one looks at it since he lost every fight. ]