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

[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?

[wantsaprince.livejournal.com]

Pffft. He's a bear, I'm sure he'll be fine. Besides I at least able to clean him, so he won't get sick or anything!

[pugilistinpink.livejournal.com]

Uh, okay. If y'say so. [He seems skeptical, but he leaves it at that.] Bet I could beat 'im in a race. MAN, I'm so PUMPED!

[wantsaprince.livejournal.com]

Yeah, you probably could beat him in a race along with, like, EVERYONE ELSE!
Golly, did you just down a pot of coffee today or like, what?

_{[She moves back a little. What if this excess energy is part of some kind of sickness?]}

[pugilistinpink.livejournal.com]

[He seems blissfully unaware of her wariness.] Coffee? Nah, I don' drink the stuff. I'm jus' feelin' great! [Adopting orthodox stance, he bobs and weaves around invisible jabs, driving his fists into the air.] Bam! Jus' like that! Slip the jab, always gotta slip the jab! Dancin' like a fly an' bitin' like a mosquito! [He babbles between punches, far from breathless.] Have y'ever seen The Fly? I mean the 1986 remake? Maybe this was how Seth Brundle felt right after he went through the telepod. He was all antsy. But then he started feelin' bad an' losin' fingernails an' stuff... It was a real creepy flick.

[wantsaprince.livejournal.com]

_{[What. Wow. She takes a step back, because, oh geez this guy is just...freaking her out so much right now. She hasn't seen anyone with this much energy since she was in kindergarten. Though, if he's really this pumped up...]}

You knoooow, maaaybe you could help me since you're so full of energy! I mean, I've got an awwwful lot to clean all by myself...!

[pugilistinpink.livejournal.com]

Huh? [Oh, he heard her properly - but for the first time in five minutes, something has actually shut him up longer than a few seconds. Congratulations!]

[wantsaprince.livejournal.com]

_{[She's trying to turn up the sweetness here. There's a good chance it won't work, but no harm in trying!]}

Yeah, since you're all pumped up and stuff anyhow, maybe you could give me a hand! There's an awful lot to do and it's just little old me around to do it all!

[pugilistinpink.livejournal.com]

Huh. [He deliberates.] I could help ya, like, with carryin' an' movin' things around. Had a job like that back home, y'know, doin' work with m'hands like heavy liftin'. Feel like I can lift a car right now! [He smacks a fist into his open palm.]

[wantsaprince.livejournal.com]

_{[Sounds like she'll have to do all the mopping and whatnot, but any help is good help!]}

Are you sure? Because you can't change your mind later!

_{[W-Well, he can, but...she'll probably just throw a fit.]}

[pugilistinpink.livejournal.com]

Sure, it ain't no prob'm, an'- - wait, I can't? Why not? I mean, I ain't sayin' I'm gonna quit on ya, but why'd ya say that? I can change m'mind 'bout anythin'. That ain't a bad thing, changin' y'mind. But then, sometimes it ain't too good either. What d'you think? [So much energy to burn, here.] I think- - oh, right, I already toldjya. So? Whatchya think?

[wantsaprince.livejournal.com]

_{[Oh god trying to think through that wall of words.]}

Well, I...uh...
That is...
I mean...

Ohhh, just don't get bored in the middle of it and quit, okay?!

[pugilistinpink.livejournal.com]

How long's it gonna take, y'think? Jus' curious.

[wantsaprince.livejournal.com]

...

_{[Give her a second.]}

I have no idea!

I mean, I guess you don't have to help me all day or anything. I just wanna make sure there's not some kind of icky infestation!

_{[She's not going to mention that she's been cleaning the same room over and over for the last few days.]}

[pugilistinpink.livejournal.com]

Sounds okay t'me. I'll move stuff around f'ya an' hopefully y'won' have a swarm a' bugs crawlin' out atchya. Had some roaches back home, once. They ain't pretty. [He says this almost pleasantly.]

[wantsaprince.livejournal.com]

_{[ROACHES. UGH. Just thinking about it makes her shudder a little. Not something she's going let happen.]}

O-okay! Let's go!

_{[And with that, she begins to lead the way back to CH4.]}