OOC INTRO: SEPTEMBER

[inthenightmods]

OOC INTRO: SEPTEMBER

welcome to in the night.

We're so glad to have you! Feel free to use this post to introduce yourselves to the rest of the game.

Not sure where to begin? Letting other players know your name, pronouns, who you play, and how to contact you is a good starting point. And, of course, shitposting with gifs and memes is always good too. Welcome aboard!

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[moderatelymaladjusted]

Hey, so am I, so- that gets us nowhere fast. You throw something up and I'll find you?

Uhm, I only died a little and got better apparently and no, no peaches! No peaches like ever! They are banned from the hut and Quentin is going to throw them out if Eliot ever brings any. They're too sad and really, with what Q knows, that was just a slap in the face.

Hey, it's a small town and he's already dead? How much trouble could he possibly get in to? (the answer is; a shitload.)

[itselbitch]

yeah sure. I'm out for a few more hours but Ill put something up.

wow no. peaches are fucking delicious. fuck you, q. he's going to keep them in his room.

SIGHS. it's that exact mentality that makes him a magnet for trouble.

[moderatelymaladjusted]

Sure thing, I'll tag back when I get up tomorrow. Don't get too drunk

Uhm, nah ah. Also, Quentin has no moral problem ransacking Eliot's room to find them and oops! out the window they go. Sorry-not-sorry?

That's like a birth-defect or something. And he goes looking for it directly, which really doesn't help. But yay, El is going to find him before he hurls himself off a cliff as a sacrifice to the Old Ones or something.

[itselbitch]

I'll do my best. no promises. 😉

WOW. he will fight you, Coldwater. and he's taller and MUCH stronger.

yes, thank Christ he doesn't have to find your dead body this time.

[moderatelymaladjusted]

Ha! Riiiight, that sounds promising

Oi, Quentin's got muscles. Somewhere. I mean, he's walking upright, right? So... like, in his legs, from all that pacing? And he's sneaky and not above fighting dirty, so come at me, Waugh!

He didn't find his dead body last time either. And - this is a big and- Quentin already had to dig a grave and shove (place gently and wrapped in their quilt) Eliot in to it. By hand. And keep on living with that. So. Just. That's a thing that happened and that Q remembers. How? No one knows, because while El remembered everything from that peach he ate, Quentin never eats anything in the throne room. He just - remembers. From the letter he wrote or the scent of peaches. I dunno. But he remembers burying you! And it sucked!