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.

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[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.

[alloys]

Maybe I was. But you'll never know for sure with an attitude like that.

[selfhelp]

If I haven't gotten to polish that armor by the end of the week I'll have lost all faith in you.

[Still, he does set aside the glass and get up, both to stretch his legs and to start for the garden. One can only fend off the urge to do as the wicked Starkmother commands, after all.]

[alloys]

[Oh no, not all faith yeah he's clearly devastated.]

You don't need to worry about that happening. I'd hate to crush your little fanboy soul.

[selfhelp]

Yeah, I'm really sure about that.

[SIGH. Onwards to the garden, though. Friggin' slave driver.]