The Third Sunday

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The Midnight Texting Meme It's the middle of the night and you're trying to catch some z's — or brooding alone in the alleys, as one does — when your phone dings and suddenly a stranger or a friend is texting you. What could they possibly want at this hour? Is it important? Stupid? Are they drunk or maybe just needy? Do they need help hiding a body??? Pick up your phone and find out! Rules: ● Post with your character's name and canon on the subject line, indicate preferences as needed ● Tag others ● Have fun!

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[w4tched]

[ Wrench leaned his head on Marcus's shoulder and signed deeply. ] Oh Marcus, you really know how to make a guy feel special.

[ he lifted his arm and made a gesture toward the city.] Just imagine, all the white upper-middle class lives we have ruined so far. Froze their assets, ruined their credit scores, stole thousands upon thousands of incriminating e-mails! Tax evasion, money laundering, sex scandals! [ He shook Marcus's shoulder in his excitement.]

[retr0spect]

[Marcus laughed and shook his head, elbowing Wrench's side gently.]

Bro, you hate white people way too OD for a white guy. I know you're all masked mystery and what not, but you gotta tell me--are you actually white??

[w4tched]

[ Wrench's mask showed a pair of elipses then it went pitch black for a minute. ] Yeah, no.

[ It hadn't been relevant before and Wrench had decided to keep that close to his chest, like everything regarding his past.

Times up. ]

I'm I'm Mutsun, native from the bay area, bro.

hell ya all ur favs are ntv

[retr0spect]

[Marcus raised his eyebrows and nodded, grinning in spite of himself. From what little he'd heard about Wrench's past, it seemed like a good idea to leave that can of worms alone.

But it was good to know anyway.]

Whaaaat? That's dope, man! My mom's family is Choctaw! Going way back pre-Great Migration, but you know.

no Whites allowed

[w4tched]

Yeah, on my mom's side, she still speaks the language and everything. [ Wrench's face lit up immediately, bold and blinking exclamation points all around.]

Wait seriously? I've never met any Choctaw folk before. That's fucking cool.

NO SETTLERS ALLOWED IN DEDSEC sorry josh

[retr0spect]

Yeah dude! I ran into some bay area folks back when my grandparents dragged me to socials and powwows and stuff but--that's dope as fuck. See, no wonder we got along so quick.

[He cuffed Wrench's shoulder gently.]

We had a connection on a level we didn't even know about, man.

[w4tched]

I've been to those since I can remember. So chances are we probably saw each other. [ Wrench could have seen Marcus and his family and they might have seen him do the chicken ddance

He leans on Marcus's shoulder and looks above at the night sky.]

That explains everything. We can't disappoint our ancestors now, can we? [ his mask lights up in a wink. ]

very hetero rn

[retr0spect]

Damn, that's crazy. You don't look familiar at all though, so who knows. I feel like I'd remember your face.

[Marcus snorts because, honestly, he's pretty sure he's actively letting down his living relatives by not landing a Silicon Valley job in tech dev or some shit.

Maybe his ancestors get his cause, though. He's not holding his breath.]

We're doing our best, I guess.

NO BROMO LETS GET I ON

[w4tched]

[ Wrench starts dangling his feet again, this time in excitement. He's never been up here with Marcus but it's pretty sweet, the view, the warm breeze, the sight of cars speeding beneath them. He's feeling it.] We're dismantling entire empires--sure I'm not telling you that we're going to end it all by ourselves but I think even the smallest little dent counts and our dent is getting little teeny bit bigger everytime we screw these bastards over.

[ he drapes his arm over Marcus's shoulder, still leaning against him. ] Yeah, I was a pretty weird kid too, hard to miss. Anyway, you know what this means right? It's you and me and powwow season baby!