Ainmhian IC Inbox

[ralliesprotests]

Good afternoon, you've reached Rowan Lewis at Gay Agenda dot Com.
Unfortunately it's no longer the 90s, so feel free to leave a message after the beep but I ain't gonna check it.
Text me like a normal person. BEEP.

Comments

[ragesagainsttheodds]

Agreed.

But any of that participation medal "everyone's a winner and we all had fun" shite and there will be a proper fight.

Fair warning.

[ralliesprotests]

Obviously not, that won't solve nothing. [Give them a break, they might be a Glass Walker, but they're still Garou.]

I'm not helping you find someone either, that's all down to the pair of you. If you can't find someone to shag you you're automatically out. And you have to explain what's going on, or at least as much as you can, before hand as well, so they know what's happening.

[ragesagainsttheodds]

Aye, well, no harm in making it crystal clear.

[Ren snorts.] I never struggle to find someone to shag. Don't you worry your pretty lil' head about that, Rowan 'nd I'll explain everything. Only fair to let them know what they're in for.

[No shame, this one, at all. Ever.]

[ralliesprotests]

[Rowan doesn't doubt that, but finding someone to shag her as part of a competition might be a bigger deal than she realises. Still, they shrug.]

I'll get back to you both when I know the where, when and how then. I'll have to see if I can remember a precedent. Unless you can think of one from your lot? [If any tribe has had a fucking contest before, they're pretty sure it would be the Fianna.]