Event Log - Horoscopes!

[lucetimods]

Who: Everyone
What: That's your horoscope for today ♪
When: November 25th-30th
Where: Anywhere you want!
Summary: The event has begun, and- oh, you guys know the drill 8|
Rating: ???

The horoscopes have appeared on the journals, the effects are in place, and just about everyone is acting a little bit... quirky, shall we say.

Event details and plotting can be found HERE!

Comments

Mid 27th to 30th

[pugilistinpink.livejournal.com]

+ The sun is shining up your ass. Enjoy it.
+ Yeah, you're probably gay.
+ A sneeze will nearly cripple you tomorrow.
+ Give up on your dreams, everyone else has.


(ooc: Since I cannot decide when these effects should come into play, and in what order, I will choose one or two of the above and have Mac greet your character that way; alternatively, if you have preferences, please let me know! The only prediction that will be in play the whole event is the second one. Thanks!)

Pfeh, whatever day suits XP

[tailasoldastime]

♫Frère Jacques, frère Jacques...♫ [Wait, isn't that Mac?

He'll be approaching Mac with an obvious intention for something, but what may not be evident yet. He might just be fluffing his fur a little.] Mac!

Alrighty!

[pugilistinpink.livejournal.com]

Beast! [Mac'd have asked about the primping and the jovial singing, but he's interrupted by a vicious sneeze that results in fire blasting out his nostrils.] Jesus Christ- - [He slaps a hand over his nose, offering Beast a rueful look.] This has been goin' on all day. Don' get too close... iunno if it's contagious.

Re: Alrighty!

[tailasoldastime]

Wh-what-?! [He immediately jumps back before patting his fur to make sure it hasn't been touched somehow by the fire... well, now how is he going to do this?] Th-that... how... d-do you need help?

[pugilistinpink.livejournal.com]

Hell yeah, I sure do, but iunno if anybody can - - ah...... [He wrinkles his nose in discomfort, his eyes narrowing - and then, suddenly, his head snaps forward with a massive, explosive sneeze that sounds startlingly identical to a blaring foghorn.] What- - what the hell was that??

[tailasoldastime]

[Well that made Beast jump a couple of feet. What kind of a cold does he have?

Wait. If it's a cold, then...] ... Maybe you need someplace warm. [What's a little heat when your friend is sneezing fire?]

[pugilistinpink.livejournal.com]

Think that'll work...? [He contemplates the suggestion with a healthy measure of doubt, if only because he has never had a cold quite like this before. Heck, it defies logic.]

[wantsaprince.livejournal.com]

_{[Carrying a sack of various cleaning supplies, she's got a not so happy expression on her face because it has not been a pleasant couple of days and- Oh, hey it's that guy! As she nears Mac, she'll offer up a small wave and force a small smile.]}

[pugilistinpink.livejournal.com]

[Piloutte has caught him at a time when he is practically radiating restless energy. He beams at her; perhaps making eye contact was a mistake.]

Whoa, hey, it's been a while, huh? Well, maybe not. How y'doin', huh? How y'doin'? Doin' okay? I'm doin' okay. Feelin' like a million bucks. Maybe two million, yeah? Wouldn't that be nice, havin' two million bucks? So how y'doin', huh?

[wantsaprince.livejournal.com]

_{[That's...that's a lot of questions to be thrown at her all at once. She looks at him, surprised and wide-eyed for a moment just processing that flood of words before answering.]}

I'm doing terrible. My room is probably filled with...creepy giant bug eggs and icky bug germs and the only way I'll get rid of them is to clean the whole floor and if there's icky bug germs I can only guess what else is in there, but I can't clean it because there's this...panda and it won't leave me alone and it keeps making the mess messier and...and it's terrible and I hate it. I HATE IT!

[pugilistinpink.livejournal.com]

[He watches her anxiously, biting his lip; it is a Herculean effort just to try and not to interrupt her with a another wave of verbal diarrhea. Oh, but it comes bubbling out the instant she has finished.] A panda? What's the heck's panda doin' there? ...Y'know, maybe you can get it t'do some cleanin' around for ya. That'd be awesome, yeah? Y'know what else is awesome? Cheeseburgers. D'ya feel like one? 'cause I feel like one! Whew! [He begins to bounce lightly on the balls of his feet, as if warming up for a sparring session.]

[wantsaprince.livejournal.com]

I TRIED to get this thing to clean but it's LAZY and it SUCKS!

_{[She seems to practically spit these words at the poor bear who...doesn't really seem to give a damn. He's just gonna roll around for a second.]}

And no, I don't feel like a cheeseburger, I don't have time to EAT! I need to clean! There's probably even more grody bug germs out here...!

_{[As if to punctuate this, she fishes a small squirt bottle out of a bag and sprays her hands with it.]}

[pugilistinpink.livejournal.com]

[He looks past her at the animal.] Jesus Christ, you wasn't kiddin' 'bout this guy. ...He's kind a' cute lookin', but he don' belong out here. He's gonna freeze, won't he?

[no-use-running.livejournal.com]

Mac! [Well this isn't quite the normal. Ami is running up to Mac, smiling quite brightly.]

How are you today? [And... reaching to link her arm with his.]

[pugilistinpink.livejournal.com]

[The Bronxite glances up at her, startled, but only mildly by the physical contact. No anxious smile for her today; he lowers his head after a moment to gaze dazedly at his hands, his response slow in coming. No words - he offers only a shake his head expressing more weariness one may think Mac could ever possess.]

[no-use-running.livejournal.com]

[She may not quite be her normal self either, but her feelings for her friends haven't changed. She's concerned at once, even if her chattering might make it more annoying than helpful.]

Hey, you really don't seem very energetic today! We should go out and do something to have fun and cheer you up!

[pugilistinpink.livejournal.com]

M'sorry, Ami... it's jus'... I ain't feelin' it. [It was the most polite way, he felt, of suggesting to her that he preferred to be alone.]

[no-use-running.livejournal.com]

[Nope, nope, not taking the hint at all. In fact, she might be tugging him towards one of the village hot spots.]

Come on, come on. Going out awhile will be just what you need!

[pugilistinpink.livejournal.com]

Ami... [He tries, imploringly, exasperatedly. Rather than pulling at his arm in an attempt to break free, he lets himself be dragged a little, stumbling along. C'mon, m'serious.

Whenever/Whatever

[dun-measure-up.livejournal.com]

[Another run for gum is go; Jason's down to just a pack of the stuff, and believe-you-me no one wants him to run out. Quitting smoking is the worst idea he's ever been forced to have. He's also totally humming Dixie as he walks.]

Works for me!

[pugilistinpink.livejournal.com]

[Mac with good ol' sunshine up the bum and too much energy to burn nearly bumps carelessly into Jason.]

Geez, sorry 'bout that...! Almost ran into ya. [He cracks a grin, babbling while jogging on the spot.] So, how y'doin', huh? How y'doin'? Doin' okay? I'm doin' okay. Doin' great, really. Feelin' real awesome, like a bottle a' cola all shaken up. What about you? D'ya like cola? Y'lookin' good t'day, y'know?

o7

[dun-measure-up.livejournal.com]

[Yankees...sometimes, you just had to smile and nod.]

Doing fine, Sugar. You kind of look like a coke going fizzy, too, don't mind my saying so.

[Contrary to Mac's rush of words, Jason's drawl is just that; slow and deliberate with every word. He always speaks carefully, but it might be a little more noticeable now. He slips another square of gum into his mouth as he finishes.]

[pugilistinpink.livejournal.com]

Nobody ever told me that b'fore. ...Is that good or bad? Hey, y'know what's good? [He barely pauses as to allow Jason to answer, that is, if he feels inclined.] Cheeseburgers.

[dun-measure-up.livejournal.com]

Sugar, you been in the...well, sugar, today, or something?

[pugilistinpink.livejournal.com]

Sugar? Naw, I'm tryin' t'stay away from the stuff as much as possible. Got a big match comin' up an' Doc's always tellin' me t'eat right. Everythin' 'counts. Been tryin' t'jog off all that turkey an' stuffin', anyway.

[Falling into Orthodox stance, he spontaneously throws a flurry of punches at an invisible opponent, bouncing lightly on his feet.]