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

[truthget]

Day 1: You have a great singing voice, stop hoarding it!

[Edward will spend the day around the house- nothing unusual there. Aside from the fact that he is occasionally humming a jaunty tune, or a lullaby, or the latest Amestris radio pop songs or something. Weird, but nothing extreme there.]

Day 2-3: Baked goods are in abundance.

[Goodness me, why is the house not crammed full of baked goods? Winry had told him to cook more, after all! So Edward is off to the store - still humming - for baking supplies. And then he will bake. He will bake a lot. And he will occasionally sing as he does so. Hope the Hughes household likes sweets!]

Day 4-5: You're not a cannibal, you're just curious.

[All those baked goods... they need to be eaten, and there's no better way to do that than with a ~bake sale~! So Edward's setting up a little booth just inside the grocery store at the plaza, all his baked foodstuff on display. Even the burnt ones. Some are decent, some are delicious, some are downright poison. Choose carefully

[truthget]

[....

....

....

This was inevitable, wasn't it?]

You want to try it?

[goldenglasses]

Of course I do! Where do you keep your plates and forks?

[truthget]

[Crikey, now he wants full service?

Well, whatever, he could probably use a taste-tester, and he can't do it all by himself. With a shrug Ed fetches him a fork, plate, and even a knife to cut a piece.]

[goldenglasses]

[Hey! He would have been happy to route through all your cupboards to find it, this was the nicer option!] Why thank you! [And considering he's already cutting himself a pretty big piece suggest he's expecting it to taste good.]

[truthget]

[....Well.

It might.

And it might also taste like sour apples and a slight overdose of baking soda. Congratulations, Vash, you have chosen the Roulette Pie.]

1/2

[goldenglasses]

[For one moment, Vash looks like he's really enjoying the pie! It's delic-]

[goldenglasses]

UGH! That's sour!

[truthget]

[.... 8[ ]

Well, what did you expect? I've never done this before!

[ooc: if you wanna continue it sans recaptcha I made a thread here!]

Day 5

[calm_emerald]

[The weird noises in his head have finally gone away at this point, but now he finds himself counting everything today. He's counting all the baked goods that Edward was giving away. After doing so, he frowns.]

Why are there 10 burnt items? They shouldn't be edible...

[truthget]

[Edward looks up from the book he's been perusing, looking none too impressed by the criticism. Who are you to judge his shiny bake sale?]

If you don't like it, don't eat it.

[calm_emerald]

But--you really think someone will take them?

[truthget]

Doesn't really matter to me either way. Maybe somebody around here likes burnt food.

[calm_emerald]

[...that just gross to even think about, moving on!]

You made the rest of these? [Looking to the ones that are edible.]

[truthget]

[EVERYONE'S A CRITIC.]

Yes, geez! Now try some or go away and stop bothering me already!

[calm_emerald]

[G-geez...well, ok Kazuma felt a little bad for getting on his case about the burnt stuff. --why even put them up in the first place he'll never understand-- So...he'll try one of the baked goods that wasn't burnt now.]