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

Comments

[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.

[selfhelp]

[He thinks again. Tony's rich. Rich people like fancy drinks. Fancy drinks have...]

...A paper umbrella?

[alloys]

[Bingo.]

Exactly. Now, run along and fetch one before the ice melts. There's a good fanboy.

[selfhelp]

We don't have any. I can't just wish it into existence.

[Well okay he could, but he's not going to, dammit.]

[alloys]

Then I don't want it. Take it back.

[Simple as that. WAY TO SCREW IT UP.]

[selfhelp]

...Suit yourself.

[You know what? Cinderella persona or not, he is taking a goddamn break. Billy takes the glass from Tony, considers it for a moment, then flops down on the front steps of the house, taking a swig. Waste not, okay? Besides, he's thirsty. And now Iron Man has to deal with a sulking teenager.]

[alloys]

[...You just turned your back on the most epic of linefaces, kid.]

...Excuse me? Pardon? Fanboy? I think there's a sink full of dishes calling your name. They're saying, 'A fanboy in a dress isn't much, but we need to get clean, so we'll take what we can get'. Hear that?

[selfhelp]

Actually, the dishes are saying "Ooh, we're so glad to be free of the filth that cranky old man heaps upon us every day, because we're clean, now, thank you very much".

[Siiiiiip. Look at all the fucks he gives.]

[alloys]

[Oh, it is so on. It's on like Tron.]

Yard. Weed pulling. Now. Of course, if you're not bright enough to pull a bad plant out of the ground, I could use a foot rest. Choice is yours, really.

[selfhelp]

[He takes another leisurely sip. He'll get up and work when he's good and ready, thank you very much.]

I think I'd better stick to gardening. I doubt my back could support that big of an ego.

[alloys]

[Whatever, William. You know better than most around here he's got a good reason for that ego.]

It's a shame you're not hopping right to it, then. Here, I was about to hand you the polish rag for my armor if you got it done fast enough.

[selfhelp]

[Cue the least excited expression in the entire world.]

No you weren't. Even if you were gonna let me do it - which you aren't - you'd make me find the rag myself.