∞ 99: Horoscopes [action]

[chikaidestroyer]

[Aquarius:
- Your next shower will be interrupted by a large mildly poisonous insect.
- Your sudden sweet tooth is probably a sign of impending doom.
- Duck!
- Learn to drive, jerk!

Albert had raised a brow when he had seen the horoscope predictions. There were, of course, mentions of the horoscopes and comments over the journals that the predictions were coming true. He's understandably somewhat wary when he takes his shower that day -- especially when the prediction comes true and he finds the hand-sized insect skittering around his feet. He jumps out of the shower.

The insect jumps out with him. And makes a beeline for the crack underneath the bathroom door.

...Wonderful.

After that experience, he finds himself heading to the plaza to visit ... the bakery. Anyone seeing him around the plaza or in the bakery will discover that he is being followed around by a male mallard duck -- everywhere. Maybe it has something to do with the prediction, or the fact that Albert seems to have taken to eating a lot of pastries. Either way, he is being followed by a duck. Everywhere.

Said mallard duck is still following him as he heads down to the battle dome -- because there is no other place that he can think of where he can cure this sudden need to learn how to drive. He may just spend the entire day there, which is entirely strange for him no matter what day it is.]

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[corrinesbell]

[There is someone else at the bakery. Someone with a slight headache, and looking entirely too depressed about certain things.

And when she sees Albert? A few different feelings compete for front place in her head and...oh. Oh great not now no don't-]

Hey, Albert.

[At least he already knows some things.]

[[ooc: So my very first thought was OH YAY ALBERT IS LEARNING TO DRIVE! I hope this amuses you.]]

[chikaidestroyer]

[Albert raises a brow when he sees Sheena in the bakery, and that distraction is enough for the duck to scuttle into the building after him. Albert frowns at the duck, but walks over to look at the pastries as he acknowledges Sheena.]

Hello Sheena. Looking for something?

[corrinesbell]

Nope. Unless you've got an answer that'll stop me from thinking. What about you? Adding to your collection?

[chikaidestroyer]

[The brow remains raised, a silent question to the first part of Sheena's response. He glances down at the duck waddling around the bakery in the most harmless way possible.]

It's been following me for awhile. Part of this experiment, I suppose. ["Duck!" had not made him immediately think of waterfowl, so an unknown force had a sense of humor.]

[corrinesbell]

[You'll note she's sipping from a glass of water next to her there.]

I guess it could be worse. Ducks aren't so bad. ...How's your house?

[chikaidestroyer]

As well as one could be during an experiment with ... multiple effects. [He gives a look of a distaste, briefly gripping his journal in his pocket before turning his attention back to Sheena.]

How have you been?

[corrinesbell]

Oh, I've been just great. It turns out my parents wanted a boy, which is probably why they just up and left me in the first place, and if that hadn't happened then I wouldn't've even been in the right place to screw up and cause all those-

[There, she caught herself. Sounds like the need to beg forgiveness is still there. Sheena forces her mouth to stay shut until she knows her words are under her control again.]

Sorry.

[chikaidestroyer]

[Albert had been reaching for a very appetizing-looking doughnut when he hears Sheena begin rambling, and he stops with a hand still hovering in the air.]

...I see what you mean about the thinking. This revelation came up recently?

[corrinesbell]

It's part of this stupid experiment! I don't...I-I don't think it's really true. Maybe. I mean, I dunno if it is or not but that doesn't matter. It's not important. I shouldn't care.

[chikaidestroyer]

But the experiment is making you think about it. [This time, he reaches for the doughnut and gives it a delicate sniff.]

you cemented my fail into existence

[corrinesbell]

All the time. ...I wanna tell people about...y'know, that stuff that happened, when I was a kid...and make it up to them.

[Albert, do you hear this shift in her voice?]

And there's...a few people that I keep wanting to say other stuff to.

it's very tame fail, at least!

[chikaidestroyer]

[That stuff that happened. He frowns slightly, brows knitting together as he recalls what she's talking about. That was definitely something he would not want to go through during this experiment.]

Other stuff? Something less worrisome?

[corrinesbell]

That completely depends on who the person is. ...Like you, Albert.

[There's that infernal blushing again. No wonder she turns into a drinker by the end of the week.]

[mydearapple.livejournal.com]

[Caesar's walking back toward his room when he sees this huge bug crawl out from underneath the bathroom door. It's so big and gross that it causes Caesar to drop his glass of soda in surprise, and it drops right onto his foot and spills all over the floor.]

D-dammit...

[He's paying more attention to his poor foot and the mess he's made that he doesn't really notice where the bug's wandered off to. No matter what he does, he seems incapable of not hitting his feet with everything this week.]

[chikaidestroyer]

[Better get used to these terrible surprises, because only moments later the bathroom door is pulled open to reveal a dripping wet Albert, a towel hurriedly wrapped around his waist and soap still slicking his hair.

He looks up and down the hallway, frowning when he sees Caesar and the spilled soda.]

Where did it go?

[mydearapple.livejournal.com]

[He looks up when he hears the bathroom door opening and stares. He continues to massage his foot and continues to stare at his brother as he responds. Ow ow ow.]

Where'd what go?

[chikaidestroyer]

That insect. Don't tell me you didn't see it. [He gestures at the spilled soda with his chin, giving Caesar an accusatory look.]

[mydearapple.livejournal.com]

There's an insect? [He looks down at the fallen glass when his brother gestures to it, and he frowns.] I didn't see anything.

[A blatant lie, considering the scene of the crime.]

[chikaidestroyer]

[Albert gives Caesar a withering glare, then steps back into the bathroom and shuts the door behind him.

Moments later, there's a frustrated sound reverberating from the bathroom and another large, identical insect skittering out underneath the door.]

[mydearapple.livejournal.com]

[Caesar sighs to himself when Albert disappears back into the bathroom, and he sets his foot back down. Of course, right then, he sees yet another disturbingly large bug come from underneath the bathroom door, and his eyes widen in surprise as he moves to try and avoid this one.]

What are you doing in there, Albert?

[chikaidestroyer]

[There's the sound of the water stopping, and then stumbling about in the bathroom, before Albert emerges again -- this time with his hair soaked, but free of soap. He again looks up and down the hallway, spotting Caesar still standing there with the spilled soda.]

Well? Did you not see that other one, too?

[mydearapple.livejournal.com]

[When Albert comes back into sight, Caesar makes an attempt to regain his composure. The question makes him huff a little.]

I don't know what you're talking about.

[chikaidestroyer]

[The silence that follows Caesar's response is much like the earlier one. The annoyance doesn't fade from Albert's gaze as he steps out into the hallway and heads for his room.]

Clean up that mess.

[mydearapple.livejournal.com]

[Caesar isn't quite content to just go and clean up his mess just yet. Not after what he saw out here.]

Wait a minute. Where did those things come from?

[chikaidestroyer]

[That gives Albert pause, and he frowns as he looks over his shoulder at Caesar.]

So you did see them.