being one bad click away from scandal 8 is terrifying, not because of the immediate danger–i’m writing stuff for the court and it’s basically impossible for me to fail a persuasive check there–but because it’s most definitely gonna come back to bite me.
like, days will start to go by and i’m absolutely gonna forget about it, and one day i’m gonna be at a party or something, just chilling, completely oblivious that my good name is hanging by a thread, and i’m gonna make some innocuous little comment about the hostess’ mushroom canapés and everyone there is gonna look at me like i just insulted their mothers. a lady is gonna throw her drink at me and call me a degenerate, and then a bunch of burly gents are gonna pick me up, throw me out of the house, and then chase me all the way to wolfstack docks where i’ll be forced to get on a boat headed to the tomb colonies, and all for some fucking mushroom canapés.
I just passed someone pointing at their black boots and saying very firmly “it IS gay the shoes make it gay” and I said “it’s true” as I passed and they turned to their friend and said “SEE” and I’m just glad I could be helpful
I love those moments when I get to be a helpful NPC
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