∞ 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.]]

[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.]