text, @TARANTO, day after the saloon fire

[heavyhitter]

hey guys guess what: blankets!!! me and TF to the fucking rescue, we rustled up like 40 of these bad boys
super cozy, some nice patterns. one of them has a robot wolf on it
it was also all entirely legal

they're ALMOST free, all you gotta do is tell me a story then come get one (i'm by those spiky ass fat plants that bleed if you knock them over)

also since i have 40 and there's more than 40 of us, i guess also pick someone to get cozy with

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[heavyhitter]

stop by me and sigma's cute little hovel, gotcha covered

[headlining]

Alright then, here's a quick little Irish folktale for you.

A man once had a son and wanted to see him grow up and make a difference in the world, but he was poor and did not have enough to send him to school. Unable to find any other means to get money, he became desperate, and decided to sell his soul to the very Devil himself to pay for his son's education.

His son grew up to be a very fine young man, and decided to become a lawyer. His father was surprised, disappointed even, but relented in the son's decision, thinking that as long as he was happy, then his bargain with the Devil was worth it.

One day, when the father and his son were sitting in their house, the Devil appeared before both of them, claiming that it was time to claim the father for good and drag him down into hell at that very moment. The son, lawyer that he was, stood up and protested, yelling out with a cry:

"Please, spare my father! I will make you a deal - could you allow him to live in piece until that piece of candle standing on our table has burned down to it's very end?"

The Devil looked at the lit candle, which was barely an inch tall, and laughed. Of course the candle would not last for long. He agreed, ever so amused...

Until the lawyer reached over to the candle, and, with a smile, blew out the flame and pocketed the unlit piece of candle. And that was that! The Devil had to keep his bargain, and the lawyer and his father were able to live in peace for the rest of their lives.

...So, how was that? Was it worth a blanket?

[respired]

[ Dryly. ]

Yes. Selfless is the first thing that comes to mind when I think of either of you.

[ofobedience]

Someone ought to channel that overabundance of imagination into something more useful.

[fateality]

Koltira, are you implying I would ever do anything selfishly?
A man could be insulted.

[fateality]

That's what I like to hear.
Much appreciated.

[respired]

He could be. But I suspect that he is not.

[fateality]

Luckily, your suspicions are correct.
Anyway, I don't suspect you need a blanket. But maybe anything else?

[respired]

You have the right of it, too.

[ But ... he raises an eyebrow. ]

You could tell me how you came by so many blankets.

[fateality]

I asked a gentleman real nicely to help us out.

[respired]

[ It's audio, but he has the most deadpan expression possible right now. ]

I have doubts.

[fateality]

You would doubt Ramir and me?

[respired]

Constantly.

[ Literally any day of the week. ]

[fateality]

So cold. I thought you liked me.

[respired]

You have your moments.

[ Smile. ]

[fateality]

What high praise. I'll take it, I suppose.

[heavyhitter]

aw are you grumpy because you wanted it until you heard it was pink
it's ok it still looks cool!

[respired]

[ It's the highest praise he can offer ... in public, anyway. He makes a 'hmnh' noise in his throat. ]

Very gracious. I'll see you soon, Fate.

[fateality]

That so? Guess I'll be seeing you.

[thornydisposition]

Hm... Unfortunately, many of the stories I know slightly predate explosions.
The other specifications, however, I think I can manage to fulfill.

Does the quality of the story impact the quality of the blanket, in any way?

[digiorno]

I didn't realize you liked kittens so much.

Do you prefer stories with happy endings?

[ofobedience]

Why would I need a blanket.

[heavyhitter]

to cuddle with, obviously
unless you already got someone to cuddle with, then i guess, to enhance the cuddling

[ofobedience]

You've met me. Do I seem the type for cuddling?

[Seriously, never in his life :(]

TEXT, UN: BATSHIT

[slushfund]

Easy enough.
Count me in for a free blanket, it's cold as fuck.