[
Public:time-fuzz, a couple days after the party]
A man spends a day or three at a party and comes back to find the ghosts have been through his drawers. Literal ones, not figurative ones.
[
Adrian M]
Hello. Were you the good samaritan?
Dahlia H]
I think this is known as checking in. I'm not dead. Are you?
[
Destiny S]
You disappeared impressively quickly. Was it the shenanigans, the undertones of compelling interpersonal relationships, or the drugs?
[
Cat C]
I think I'm going to call you Rembrandt now, in memory.
( Newt P: in person )