sunday texting

[meeem]

texting meme You’ve got your TFLN, you’ve got your sexting, now here’s the meme for all those gen texts, phone calls, voicemails, pictures of your cats, and whatever else your little heart can come up with, because who doesn't like a little old-fashioned friendly texting. (Or enemy texting, if that's more your bag.) instructions: What it says on the tin! Leave a comment with your character, include preferences, a start, absolutely nothing or whatever you want. Run around and reply to others. Lather, rinse, repeat.

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[riftings]

I won't complain, but I can't promise Bull won't have something to say. Snarky, acerbic, or sarcastic, take your pick.

What about one of Leliana's nugs? Those are nonthreatening, and they don't grow to the size of a dragon, either. And they're...cute. Ish.

[hugeinorlais]

Good luck with that. I'm sure she'll love the Kid hanging out with her beloved pets.

As for Bull, eh, he can roast me after he wrestles a horse sized spider down a flight of stairs without hurting it.

[riftings]

It's an idea. Didn't one of them have babies or something recently? Couldn't we talk her into giving Cole one of the little ones?

"Without hurting it" being the operative phrase. How did he even get it this far up the mountain? And no one noticed? How did no one notice, Varric?

[ There's a fishy smell in the air. And it's not, for once, coming from the kitchen. ]

[hugeinorlais]

Beats me--how does the Kid do anything? He probably just walked it up here on a leash. Of all the culpability running rampant in this situation, that one? I really had nothing to do with.

As for baby nugs? Nuglets? It's worth a shot. There's a nonzero chance he'll try to feed it to Sweat Pea though. I'll leave that conversation to you, or maybe to Chuckles.

[riftings]

[ Maybe she shouldn't drink tonight. It'll no doubt only make the throbbing headache even worse. Maker's breath. ]

Asking him won't make any difference, either. And I don't want him to think he did something wrong, because he didn't. He just...doesn't know better.

Maybe if we sit him down and explain that Sweet Pea needs a strict diet of...not things that are baby nugs, it'll sink in. Andraste's ass, what do those spiders even eat, anyway? Besides our guts.

[hugeinorlais]

Remember those little bitey cave lizard things? The ones that swarm? Those.

[riftings]

Deepstalkers, right. Well, I'm not about to go collecting lizards so Sweet Pea can snack. But I can't let it starve to death, either.

Maybe we should talk to Solas about a spider diet.

[ She can just imagine the elf's delight at that conversation. ]

[hugeinorlais]

[Varric's sigh is so heavy it will probably echo all the way to Blackwall's little workshop/stables. Chuckles is nice enough, but the longwinded stories he tends to go off on are numerous and astonishingly boring. Especially when they're about something with an easy answer like: what to feed a spider.]

I'll ask. After a bath and alcohol.

You might want to go invite Curly for drinks. He looked like he could use a shot or five.

[riftings]

[ One of the towers actually sways with the echo of that sigh. She gets it. ]

Bless you, Varric. I'll owe you one. Or three.

I'll bring Cullen something once he calms down a little more. I just saw him running out of the main keep towards his tower, followed by several couriers looking worried. I think if I go up there now, it'll just send him into another gibbering panic.