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

[markofthewise]

Day 1-5: The goat will become increasingly important...

[All week, wherever Sokka goes, he'll walking around with a goat that he found. He's not sure why, but it's important. In the latter part of the week he'll begin actively consulting it for advice, even though it seems to ignore him.]

Day 2: Something will slip out of your hand and break your foot tomorrow

[This comes true in an unfortunate way at the smithy, when he drops one of Zack's swords-in-progress on his foot and- yes, he does break it. Looks like someone will be limping this week.]

Day 4: Your next Career: Pet Therapist

[Sokka will be taking a place by the fountain. Though dressed warmly, his usual blue parka is topped with a red cape. Also, he's beardofthewise. A sign outside on his booth says: Pet Therapist.]

Day 5: You will be the butt of a hilarious joke

[Growing ever more paranoid by the progression of the week, Sokka is expecting everything and ANYTHING. What will make him the butt of the joke? How bad will it be? He's on guard and whether he's at home, at the smithy, or

Day 4 1/3

[cakeblocked]

[Luke's hair might be tame now, but he still keeps his hood up, just in case it's merely lying in wait, ready to strike. He's heading out to get the groceries he had dropped and never returned for a few days ago, so seeing Sokka there is pretty inevitable.

He gives him a long look, taking in the beard and the... sign (wat), and with slightly narrowed eyes of confusion, he heads over, intent on asking what this pet therapy thing is supposed to be.]

Sokka - ?

2/3

[cakeblocked]

I love you.

3/3

[cakeblocked]

[..... GODDAMMIT NOT AGAIN]

I-I mean...!

[beardofthewise]

[Love? Love? Wang Fire exchanges glances with his goat. The goat, for his part, seems to have very little opinion on this matter. So Wang Fire turns to Luke, folding his hands beneath his luxurious beard, and keeps a level gaze.]

And how long have you felt this way?

[cakeblocked]

[He shakes his head before he shuts his head, lets out a sigh through his nose in frustration, and flings his hands downward as if to push his point:]

I haven't! I don't like you like that; I don't get why I keep saying stuff like this either!

[beardofthewise]

Perhaps you're having difficulty admitting to your feelings. [It seems like the most reasonable conclusion, but he is quick to add:] But don't take my word on that. I usually only work with animals. See the sign? [He points to it: "Pet Therapist"]

[cakeblocked]

There's nothing to admit! [He just has to get that out there before moving on to the next thing. He squints slightly at the sign - right... that sign.]

So you... uh... give therapy to pets?

[beardofthewise]

That's right, young lad. I'm a master pet therapist. A skill I mastered from the greatest Pet Therapist in the Fire Nation, Wang Fire the First.

[cakeblocked]

Wang... Fire?

[... Well, whatever. He's seen weirder impersonations.]

How do you know if a pet needs therapy, anyway?

[beardofthewise]

When you're a pet therapist, you can just tell. Isn't that right, Goat?

[The goat does nothing of interest.]

[beardofthewise]

[Are those guns? Where did Hiccup get those? Wang Fire frowns and exchanges a disappointed glance with his goat. For its part, it makes a groaning noise and goes back to eating muffins.]

Hello young man. I take it you and your pet are having problems?

[beardofthewise]

[Sokka may be a little older than Hiccup, but Wang Fire is OLD AND WISE.]

Is that right? [Turning to Toothless.] Well. How do you feel about it, boy? You can be straight with me.