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

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.]

[tailasoldastime]

What? ... Oh. [He puts a paw out to support him.] S-sorry.

[He then moves over to the door and opens it for Mac to come in.]

Was going to post this last night but LJ was being screwy >.>

[tailasoldastime]

What? ... Oh. [He puts a paw out to support him.] S-sorry.

[He then moves over to the door and opens it for Mac to come in.]

That's okay! Understandable~.

[pugilistinpink.livejournal.com]

[Thank you, Beast (and your furry paw,) for steadying him. The kid accepts the invitation to enter soon after, looking about the place curiously after tugging off his shoes. If the place doesn't happen to be messy, he will be a little surprised; no offense, but he simply wouldn't assume Beast to be the sort obsessed with keeping things neat and tidy ...although his had felt smooth and luxuriously clean, even. It begged the question of whether Beast used shampoo as a body wash, or if he simply used it on his head.]

Apologies for my "fluffiness" line sounding unintentionally forward XD

[tailasoldastime]

[Mac would be right in assuming that Beast isn't the cleanest housekeeper in the world, but thanks to the large space he now has, it's much easier to make it look less messy than it really is.

As for the fur, he has cleaned it especially for today, which is why he's suddenly coming up to Mac after he closes the door, displaying his fluffiness to him as he ruffles it again.] I... c-could you?

Lol!

[pugilistinpink.livejournal.com]

[He blinks, looking into Beast's face for an explanation. Should he be feeling a little uneasy?] Could I... what?

Oh god, need to stop with the entendres. "Stroking himself"? XD

[tailasoldastime]

I... um... [Okay, he's not going to say exactly, that's too much. Instead he's stroking himself with his own paw, looking up at it, really hoping this gets the message across.]

Ffffffffff.

[pugilistinpink.livejournal.com]

[And after a great deal of puzzled starting, realization dawns upon him with all the subtlety of something dropping on his head.] ...Wh... whoa! [Clearly, he has just so happened to misinterpret the situation as one he does not want to find himself in.

This can't be right... Although he isn't sure if he'd want to stand and think it over a little longer.

Stepping backwards, he stumbles into an end-table, nearly knocking it over. He instinctively steadies it.] Look, uh, I, I think I should go-- uuah! [A sudden sneeze interrupts him, sounding like a honking noisemaker - and what do you know? It comes complete with tissue-paper streamers and confetti.]

[tailasoldastime]

Wh-wha-? Mac...? [And then that sneeze happens and what... what is happening? Is this a party?

Wait, no it's not, because Mac is...] Mac! [He rushes over to help him up again... well, at least before he accidentally slips on a streamer and falls flat on his back.] OW!

[And now the pain distracts him from pondering what just happened.]

[pugilistinpink.livejournal.com]

What the- -?! [The heavy thump of Beast hitting the floor startles him and he ends up stopping short of leaving, with one hand over his nose and another on the doorknob.] Uh... you... okay?

[tailasoldastime]

[He slowly gets up from the floor.] Y-yes. I just... f-fell on my... [He looks at his tail before promptly correcting his statement.] O-on the floor.

[Then he sees Mac's position.] Wait... Mac, you're... y-you're leaving...?

[pugilistinpink.livejournal.com]

[Oh, he's got a firm grip on the knob alright, although his widened eyes never leave Beast's face.] Look, I think you's a nice, uh, guy an' all, but... I really ain't into that kind a' thing. [No need for the soup anymore, hah!]

[tailasoldastime]

[And now his own eyes are widening at Mac's.] ... What... k-kind of thing? [He is much too confused to think about that soup anyway.]

[pugilistinpink.livejournal.com]

Wait a sec... [Blink.] ...Whaddya askin' me t'do exactly?

Gaaaah how did I forget to reply to this? >_>

[tailasoldastime]

I... I-I... [He'd better say to avoid further confusion, so he's just spitting it out.] I-I needed you to pet me!

[pugilistinpink.livejournal.com]

...What? ...You... huh? [Those little gears are whirring in his head.] Pet ya, like... pettin' a dog or a cat or somethin'? [He supposed Beast wouldn't appreciate being treated like a pet.]

[tailasoldastime]

I... [He looks down at the floor.] Y-y-yes. I... I-I don't know why, j-just uh... i-it's n-needed it s-since the day th-that I saw... [... Whatever the journal was saying then. He remembers it because it bothered him so much that he couldn't figure out what it said.]

[pugilistinpink.livejournal.com]

Uh... well... I never knew y'like that kind a' thing. [Phew, okay, it's not what he expected; his shoulders lower.] I mean, you's a big... uh... guy, an' y'talk, so I didn't know if you'd like bein' treated like that. It's a lil', uh... [Awkward? Oh yeah.]

[tailasoldastime]

I... I-I don't. [Well, he might not mind if it was someone else... like Be... o-or someone!] W-well, I mean... [This... is hard to explain.] I-it's just n-now. I... I-I don't know why... I-I almost don't... a-always... [He rambles more as he starts to feel worse about this. He didn't know his needs would bother Mac!]

[pugilistinpink.livejournal.com]

Huh... well... some people been actin' kind a' funny these days, come t'think of it. I mean- - [He swiftly presses his hand to his nose, actually managing to suppress a fierce sneeze. - - This sneezin' thing sure as hell ain't normal.

[tailasoldastime]

[He looks up. Mac is right, though he never paid much attention to it before.] Uh... [Hmm...]

Th-the words... in th-the journal... d-did you get th-them, too?

[pugilistinpink.livejournal.com]

Actually... yeah... [He frowns thoughtfully.] I 'member readin' some real weird stuff.

1/2

[tailasoldastime]

[This leaves Beast in a pensive position. If they both got one, and they have something to do with this...]