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

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.]

[tailasoldastime]

Uh... sure. [... Maybe he should give a reason.] You... y-you can't just wander out here like this. [That's true for colds, right?]

[pugilistinpink.livejournal.com]

Definitely don' wanna hurt nobody by mistake, neither. [He stuffs his gloved hands into his jacket, deeply thoughtful.] ...Is there some kind a' quick fix for sneezin', like, holdin' y'breath or somethin'? Oh, wait, that's f'hiccups.

[tailasoldastime]

[Hrm... Beast hasn't had too many experiences with colds, but he can sort of remember how Mrs. Potts dealt with them.] ... Chicken noodle soup...?

[pugilistinpink.livejournal.com]

Oh man, that sounds good... real good. [He sniffs stuffily.] But I ain't got a clue how t'make that. I don' really cook nothin' that ain't an egg, or that comes in boxes or cans or somethin'.

[tailasoldastime]

[Oh, if only Beast knew that chicken noodle soup does come in a can. Then he'd be much more helpful.

But, he doesn't need to know that - but, Mac isn't a friend, he shouldn't lie, right? - but... but he must come back with him!] I... I... h-have some...

[pugilistinpink.livejournal.com]

Really? ...I don' wanna be a bother or nothin', but... could I have a lil' bit? I'll, uh, think a' some way t'return the favour?

[tailasoldastime]

[A little nod... maybe he'll just forget about the soup when they get there? Hopefully?] Uh... f-follow me then. [Turning toward the clinic.]

[pugilistinpink.livejournal.com]

[Nodding acknowledgingly, Mac tags along with one hand clapped over his nose. Despite his best efforts, however- -]

Jesus!! [- -An unexpectedly powerful sneeze not only lifts him off his feet but launches him some ten feet backwards into a crumpled heap.]

[tailasoldastime]

Mac-? [But then he turns to see Mac all the way... how did he get...?!] MAC! [He hurries over to him as quickly as his form will allow him.] A-are you al... wh-what happened?!

[pugilistinpink.livejournal.com]

[He sits up tentatively, wincingly, a low moan escaping him.] Ugh... Geez, man, that was one hell of a sneeze! It was like blastin' off in a rocket or somethin'! [Using a nearby tree to brace himself, he shakily rises to his feet, aching.] Gotta get that soup an' fast b'fore somebody gets hurt real bad... Y'better go ahead. Stickin' right by me ain't a good idea.

[tailasoldastime]

Y-you can barely stand... [He can't go on like this forever, and they need to...

He turns around to face his back toward Mac.] Get on.

[pugilistinpink.livejournal.com]

I'm ok- - [At the invitation to climb onto Beast's back, he promptly shuts up, blinking dumbly. He hadn't ever thought of this furry fellow as an animal to be ridden, like a horse.] Wait... y'serious? Y'want me to sit on ya? ...What if I sneeze on ya?

[tailasoldastime]

If we don't get there soon, you will. [Besides, his fur... strangely wants some attention right now.]

[pugilistinpink.livejournal.com]

[Well, Beast does have a point.

Complying, Mac cautiously mounts the other's back, unsure of what to grab for purchase - after all, gripping fistfuls of fur would be kind of painful, he figures. He may be packing a fair bit of muscle as a result of his training, but being under five feet, he should not be too great a burden for Beast to carry.] This is kind a' weird an' lumpy... Uhh...

[tailasoldastime]

[Yes, being a beast is awkward, he knows. He shrugs his shoulders for Mac to see.] Here.

[pugilistinpink.livejournal.com]

Uh... okay. Think I got it. [He hooks his hands around Beast's shoulders as suggested. Gee - this guy has got some serious bulk to him.] How's that?

[tailasoldastime]

That... [Hold on; the grip on his fur feels nice. If only Mac didn't have to keep his hands here to stay on, or else he'd ask for a pet.] ... I-is good. Alright. [And now he drops on all fours to make sure he gets to his house in sooner time.]

Sorry for the edits!

[pugilistinpink.livejournal.com]

Whoa! [This would be more thrilling if it weren't a little uncomfortable - being jostled around and flopping against Beast's back while he bounds through town, that is. This is what riding a mechanical bull must be like, he muses, while holding on for dear life.]

No worries ^^

[tailasoldastime]

[It doesn't take too long for them to reach Beast's new house, but Mac probably got quite shaken up during the ride and he's a little oblivious to this at the moment. He skids through the snow before coming to a halt in front of the door.]

[pugilistinpink.livejournal.com]

Ooh... [A light moan. Mac's brain still feels like it's rocking in his skull when he dismounts, swaying slightly on the spot.] I get the feelin'...I'm the first guy y'ever carried on y'back. [He fights to shake off his daze after a while.]