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

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.]

[dun-measure-up.livejournal.com]

[Wrong week to quit smoking, that's for Damn sure, it is.]

How's that been working out for you, then?

[pugilistinpink.livejournal.com]

Good... I guess! Been workin' up a sweat these last couple days, an' I don' feel all heavy an' sleepy no more. Feelin' like a million bucks, actually. Well, ain't sure what money feels like, but I'm feelin' good. [He barely pauses between sentences, rambling tirelessly.] Real good. I'm real pumped! Ever had a million bucks?

[dun-measure-up.livejournal.com]

Once, briefly.

Turns out the banks get uppity when you don't ask for it.

[He smiles; joke? Probably?]

[pugilistinpink.livejournal.com]

Huh. [He wouldn't know - but he smiles as well, nonetheless.] So y'didn't spend it on nothin' or give it t'people? Is there somethin' you'd really wanna get with that kind a' money? [Oh, hey, he didn't actually ramble too badly this time around.]

[dun-measure-up.livejournal.com]

Well, I was gambling, and made it that way. Lost it the same way next hand, too. So if there is anything I'd spend it on, ain't never had it long enough to find out.

[pugilistinpink.livejournal.com]

Aw man. But, that's still cool that y'won that much. I ain't into the whole gamblin' thing. Y'always see on tv an' movies all them people on slot machines lookin' like zombies, an' guys at tables losin' a lot a' money. It's real risky.

[Only in recent years has he had more money due to his success as a professional boxer, and he has taken care to set some aside just in case.]

[dun-measure-up.livejournal.com]

Slot machines are for addicts, Sugar. I played poker. Takes at least a little skill.

[Not an outright lie...poker face helped in his line of work.]

[pugilistinpink.livejournal.com]

Yeah, okay, but still. I woulda saved some of it, at least, 'cause y'never know what's gonna happen... but yeah, it's a lil' late f'that, huh.

[dun-measure-up.livejournal.com]

Never really missed it.

[Furthervlying here; money is nice to have.]

[pugilistinpink.livejournal.com]

Oh. [And that shuts him up... for all of five seconds.] Y'know what I miss? Doc; Doc Louis. He's m'trainer from back home, a former heavyweight champ from the fifties. He's the best trainer a guy could have. A nice guy, real dedicated. He's sure as hell tough, but that's the way y'get better, y'know?

[dun-measure-up.livejournal.com]

Sounds like a good trainer for a boxer, Sugar.

[pugilistinpink.livejournal.com]

[Standing still now, he nods dimly.]

Yeah... [He peters off - but briefly, absently chewing on his lip as he gazes down at his feet. ] He's... I... sometimes I ain't sure where I'd be without 'im. I ain't sure if... iunno... [Rubbing the back of his head, he lets out a breath that almost sounds like a weak chuckle.] ...ain't sure if I'd still be around, y'know? [While he manages a closed smile that could almost pass as being sincere, he looks everywhere but at Jason for a long moment.]

...Y'got somebody like that?

[dun-measure-up.livejournal.com]

[A moment of silence.]

Not at the moment, Sugar.

[pugilistinpink.livejournal.com]

Oh. [It is rather awkward, the way in which Jason's answer is left hanging in the air.]

...Guess I should get goin'. [Smooth; very smooth.]

[dun-measure-up.livejournal.com]

[A smile; forced a bit, probably, but still genuine enough]

Oh, stop it, Sugar. I'm fine.

[He pops another piece of gum into his mouth]

How'd you meet him?

[pugilistinpink.livejournal.com]

It's jus'... I don' wanna... [He shrugs a little.] Hold you up or nothin' if y'got some place t'go. [Well, it's partly true, at least. He inevitably begins to ramble a little.] If you do wanna go somewhere, I mean.

[dun-measure-up.livejournal.com]

I have plenty of places I should be heading for, Sugar, but ain't none of them here, so don't your worry you little Yankee head over it.

[pugilistinpink.livejournal.com]

Uh... right. Okay.

Well... about Doc... he'd drop in the local gym a lot an' check everybody out. I started goin' there 'round thirteen, fourteen, an' it was real somethin' seein' him around. He said a couple things t'me, but we ain't ever really talked 'til, iunno, 'bout half a year or somethin'? It seemed like whenever I was lookin' his way, he was always lookin' at the other guys. I was real sure he was gonna wanna train one a' them instead a' me.

[dun-measure-up.livejournal.com]

But then he went and saw something in you, huh?

Short but spunky. I like that.

[Self interest? No...]