midnight textings

[cherrytrees]

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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[outtaluck]

[ Those Turtlez really won't know what hit them, then. ]

I wonder if it got jostled around and activated while in transit...

[quakeinboots]

[It'll be return to sender with no postage necessary.]

"Activated"? Eizen. [Oh for the love of--] I'm throwing it away now before it blows up or something.

[She's not really, but it IS going on the other side of the mountain just in case.]

[outtaluck]

Hold on! I don't think it's anything dangerous.

If you send it back with the Turtlez the next time they come by, I can look into it more.

[ Partly for Edna's safety and partly for his own curiosity. (Sorry, sis.) ]

[quakeinboots]

You don't think it's anything dangerous.

[Can you hear the heavy note of disapproval dripping from every letter? Pots that spew daemons, sneaky normin spies, and now this? She's almost afraid what might show up next. A Lord of Calamity themself??]

Fine. Shall I break it into smaller pieces first to save on shipping costs?

[outtaluck]

[ Oh, Eizen may as well be able to hear Edna's voice in his head, along with every judging lilt of her tone.

Of course, that follow-up message makes her displeasure abundantly clear. ]

I wouldn't say you need to go that far.

I'm sorry. I should have inspected it more carefully before sending it.

[quakeinboots]

[It's not even that she minds there being potential doom in the post. But if danger is going to find her anyway, she'd rather be by his side for it.

So after another carefully calculated pause to draw out the punishment suspense:]

Apology accepted on the condition you send two dozen madeleines and do the normincarena in front of your crew.

Photographic proof required.

[outtaluck]

[ Sending Edna baked goods is more or less the norm, so there's nothing too worrisome there. What follows that request, though... ]

If I do that, they'll never let me hear the end of it.

[ The fact that he hasn't just outright refused is proof enough of how much he cares for his sister (and also of who's really in charge here). ]

[quakeinboots]

[Would it be unnecessarily mean to point out that his everlasting embarrassment is the goal? Yes. Is she going to do so? Nope.]

Or

I could come visit you.

[Okay, she lied. Bro-shaming isn't what she's after. Not long distance, anyway. It'd be much more effective if she could get his shipmates in on dancing like fools.]

[outtaluck]

[ There it is. ]

Edna, we've talked about this.

[quakeinboots]

[Even if the answer is roughly what she expected it still... sucks. Not hurt. Hurt would imply that it bothers her, which it doesn't. At all.]

Fine. Then I want three dozen madeleines, a batch of drago stew, and the pictures.

And you have to wear a stupid hat while dancing.

[outtaluck]

[ Oh no. He shouldn't have protested in the first place. ]

What determines whether or not a hat is stupid?

[ May as well make certain he gets this right. ]

[quakeinboots]

[That's right, bro. It's going to take a lot to get her out of this sulk. She's had hundreds of years to practice.]

If your silly human companions either complain about it or fall off the boat laughing.

[outtaluck]

Hmmm. All right, I can use them as a barometer.
It might take me a while to find a hat that meets those parameters. I assume you don't mind waiting?