Event Log - Total Recall (2)

[lucetimods]

Who: YOU AND ME! THAT SPELLS... MOUYE?
What: More event shenanigans
When: Today until the 4th! (Backdating is okay too)
Where: All around Luceti. Actually that's wrong. Anywhere INSIDE Luceti.
Summary: It's that special time when the Malnosso collect all their recent experiments and apply them all at once to measure effectiveness. Although invaluable as research, it tends to leave the subjects looking just a bit mad.
Rating: Rated BLARGHARGHBLARGH

So there is a mod post and it pretty much tells you EVERYTHING you need to know. This is a second log so people can change up their effects and try something new, jump into the event late, or just avoid the impending CAPTCHA on the first log.

Don't forget to tag in using the appropriate format: [canon] character name

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[alloys]

[Okay so the porch is quite copacetic. Except for the part where he feels positively domestic sitting out there, even if he's working on advanced integrated circuitry. Ah well.

...What's taking the kid so long, anyway? God. He never does anything as fast as he should.]

[selfhelp]

[You know that scene in Sleeping Beauty where the utensils make their own cake? Yeah, the kitchen looks kind of like that for a while. He's only busy as long as it takes the coffee pot to fill, though, wandering outside a little later with a sleeping cup of freshly-sweetened coffee.]

Hey, here's your- ...whoa, that are you working on?

that is the derpiest icon I have ever seen.

[alloys]

[He takes a drink of the coffee before answering, and then promptly shoots Billy a dry look.]

--Let me ask you something, Cinderbilly. Are you an engineer?

dont you just wanna squish him

[selfhelp]

[Oof. He's going to regret asking, isn't he.]

Well... no. I never graduated past grade-school cardboard robotics.

pretty much

[alloys]

[Yes, probably.]

Oh, good. Well, let me tell you something--actually, don't. Because cardboard robotics is about as far from this as you can probably get, engineering-wise. So don't worry your little head about things you don't stand a chance of understanding, okay? Okay. I'm glad we had this talk.

[selfhelp]

[...Wow. He can't even be stung by the rejection. It was just so beautifully thorough.

Billy gives Tony, then the circuit board, a series of brief glances. Opens his mouth to respond. Closes it. Scowls.

YOU KNOW WHAT HE DOESN'T CARE ENOUGH]

Sure, whatever. Call if you want anything else, then, I'll... get back to work.

[Ugh, ugh, ugh. Tony is going to be so lucky if he doesn't quit by the end of the week. End of the day. Except he can't, because he's Cinderbilly, and dammit Luceti.

Wandering back to the kitchen now. Jerk. 8|]

[alloys]

[...Give it a half hour, and Tony is calling for him again. Still out on the porch. Still picking away at that circuit board.]

Hey, Fanboy--while I'm still young. Chop chop. Time's a-wastin'.

[GOD YOU'RE SO SLOW BILLY, HE'S BEEN CALLING FOR YOU FOR LIKE FIVE SECONDS, COME ON.]

[selfhelp]

[HE REALLY KIND OF WANTS TO PUNCH YOU, EVIL STARKMOTHER. But no, like a diligent young slavedaughter, he heads out in minute or so. Hey, Cinderella took her sweet time and never got that much of a lashing for it, right? Besides, one should never leave floating dishes unsupervised. It's just asking for trouble.]

Yeah, yeah... what now?

jaksdflg EVIL STARKMOTHER

[alloys]

[Such a fact has been proven by numerous Disney movies.

Tony gives Billy a dry, impatient look.]

Fanboy. Fanboy, Fanboy, Fanboy. What do you see here? [He gestures to the little table on the porch next to his chair, which holds only an empty coffee cup.]

the nicknames in this thread are flawless now ok ok

[selfhelp]

[Billy frowns down at the cup. Well, that didn't take long.]

You want a refill already? I'm still trying to get the rest of the work done.

[Well, actually, he'd been reading his journal, but Stark doesn't have to know that.]

[alloys]

[He holds up a hand. Stop. Just stop. Your protesting is SO WEARYING.]

Cinderbilly. It's almost noon. It's a ripe, summer day. I'm sitting on the porch. And you think I want another cup of coffee?

[selfhelp]

[The liniest of linefaces is Billy's response.]

Iced coffee, maybe?

[alloys]

Close, but no cigar. [UGH YOU'RE SO USELESS.] Lemonade. I'm talking lemonade. Freshly squeezed. Hop to it. Three minutes flat.

[selfhelp]

[ . . . . . ]

We don't have any lemons here.

[alloys]

[He leans forward.]

Well then, you better start sprinting, shouldn't you? Look--you're already ten seconds into your time allotment.

[selfhelp]

I can't sprint in this dress, it'll ruin the embroidery.

[DON'T QUESTION IT OKAY, EMBROIDERY IS IMPORTANT.]

[alloys]

I'm dying of lemonade-related thirst, and all you're worried about is the embroidery on your dress?

[Really, Billy. TONY DOESN'T CURR ABOUT YOUR EMBROIDERY.]

[selfhelp]

[.....SIGH.]

I'll go check the fridge again.

[Back to the kitchen, then. If a quick teleportation spell will satisfy his slave driver, then it'll have to do.

He could really use a princely rescue though, sheesh.]

[alloys]

[Finger-tapping. Loud, obnoxious finger-tapping. Sigh. How long is he going to have to wait for this? By the time Billy gets here with his lemonade, he's going to want something else.]

[selfhelp]

[Sorry, Tony, he can't do a double-teleport, lemon-shopping, and lemonade-making in three minutes. Tony's lucky if Billy makes it back with a glass of lemonade within ten. He does return in... well, reasonable time.]

Your lemonade, sir.

[alloys]

[Oh my god. That took forever. Do you know how many new things he's thought of for you to do while you were gone?

He gives the lemonade a distasteful look.]

This isn't lemonade.

[selfhelp]

[No, no, no, he is not playing this game, he is not.]

It's lemonade. I made it myself. From scratch. It's definitely lemonade.

[alloys]

Cinderbilly. Look at this glass and tell me what it's missing.

[It's as obvious as day.]

[selfhelp]

...I put ice in it. [And sugar! And some water! And... well, okay, that's mostly it. He actually doesn't know how to get lemonade that isn't out of a can or a jug.]

[alloys]

And yet? It's still in the state of missing something. Keep guessing. Come on, now. Be a sharp lad.