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

Comments

Day 4? | This was meant to be.

[mirrorbirth]

[Hi, Luke. Have an Asch who is at the moment a compulsive liar.]

I know, I love you too.

[And holding a pair of scissors.]

But I'm busy- I need to cut my hair right now.

[And feeling really lazy.]

Here, you do it.

[HAVE FUN, REPLICA.]

/SCREAM

[cakeblocked]

[... What.

What.

WHAT.

It's as if each and every sentence Asch said was even more brain breaking than the last. He stares dumbly for... quite a few seconds, before he snaps out of it enough to speak up.]

... What?

[Really, what else is there to say? At least the sheer impossibility of everything that came out of Asch's mouth made Luke forget about his own love confession.]

/awesomeface

[mirrorbirth]

[Asch's brows furrow, giving Luke a look one might give a moron. Or a heap of rotten garbage. Something like that. Did he say something wrong? Sure didn't sound like it to him...]

What are you, deaf? Take the scissors already, I can't cut the back properly.

the world exploded with that first comment alone

[cakeblocked]

[There's another moment of silence as Luke stares at the scissors. Seriously? Seriously? Asch wants him to... him to...

Now he's looking at Asch like one might give a moron. Or maybe if he grew another head.]

I-I'm not going to cut your hair! You love your hair!

so we're in limbo now?

[mirrorbirth]

[Asch waggles the scissors impatiently. Stupid dreck, why are you taking so long!?]

I don't love my hair, that's stupid. Come on, hurry up. I have things to do.

I THINK SO

[cakeblocked]

Yes you do! [He does take the scissors, swipes them out of his hand at that, but he doesn't move as if to start cutting his hair or anything. Merely holds them as if containing some kind of weapon.] I don't know what's going on, but I'm not going to let you cut your hair!

there is so much left undone

[mirrorbirth]

[Asch waits for a moment, brows lifting, before he narrows them abruptly, reaching for the scissors again.]

Fine, then I won't cut my hair- now give me my scissors back!

if only we had more time

[cakeblocked]

[Luke holds the scissors away, even stepping back to make sure Asch doesn't get them.]

Why do you want them back?!

[mirrorbirth]

So I can stab you for being so stupid, obviously. [Makes you really want to give them back, doesn't it.]

[cakeblocked]

... Now I'm really not giving them back! [Stepping back moar, FUUUU - ]

[mirrorbirth]

[STEPPING FORWARD. Come here, dreck, there is violence to be done.]