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kamiyandisease) wrote2011-11-25 11:21 am
kamiyandisease) wrote2011-11-25 11:21 am
Chapter 02 - The Day That Became a Mistake - Horoscopes [Voice/Action]
["Face it, you’re a hilarious drunk!"
... Was one of the messages and more that Touma had gotten on his journal today. Considering it was a simple prank made by someone on the network, he did not pay it any matter. He came to the conclusion that it was something similar to internet spam in your e-mail account. After that, Touma had decided that he was going to have a completely happy day with no misfortune whatsoever. It was just a bunch of messages, so what could possibly happen?
... Five minutes after those optimistic thoughts came around, his day suddenly went into the usual downward spiral. He was totally used to this daily routine for himself like it was horribly scripted. But a random thought had popped into head: "Maybe I should drink some alcohol to keep my spirits up." Disregarding the fact that he wasn’t old enough to drink, it still sounded like a good idea at the time. One shot or two wouldn’t have hurt, he thought!
Assuming that he had encountered someone who was randomly giving out alcohol to minors, he figured that he would test his luck. Touma decided to take one drink. Or two. Maybe a little of three... At this point, it didn’t really matter how much he drank because he didn’t remember. As a matter of fact, there was a good chance that he wasn’t going to remember anything that happened today. Swaggering through the village, Touma awkwardly takes out his journal and you’ll hear his slurred voice.]
S’cuse me, erryone... I've got an important question to ask ya. Does November really only have thirty-eight days?
[YUP. With that said, he closes his journal and continues his wobbly walk through the village. Any common sense he has left is telling him to head back to his apartment and crash for the rest of the day, but he might end up walking into your apartment or some other random place! Either way, you can have those kinds of encounters happen or simply bump into him while he’s swaggering along.]
... Was one of the messages and more that Touma had gotten on his journal today. Considering it was a simple prank made by someone on the network, he did not pay it any matter. He came to the conclusion that it was something similar to internet spam in your e-mail account. After that, Touma had decided that he was going to have a completely happy day with no misfortune whatsoever. It was just a bunch of messages, so what could possibly happen?
... Five minutes after those optimistic thoughts came around, his day suddenly went into the usual downward spiral. He was totally used to this daily routine for himself like it was horribly scripted. But a random thought had popped into head: "Maybe I should drink some alcohol to keep my spirits up." Disregarding the fact that he wasn’t old enough to drink, it still sounded like a good idea at the time. One shot or two wouldn’t have hurt, he thought!
Assuming that he had encountered someone who was randomly giving out alcohol to minors, he figured that he would test his luck. Touma decided to take one drink. Or two. Maybe a little of three... At this point, it didn’t really matter how much he drank because he didn’t remember. As a matter of fact, there was a good chance that he wasn’t going to remember anything that happened today. Swaggering through the village, Touma awkwardly takes out his journal and you’ll hear his slurred voice.]
S’cuse me, erryone... I've got an important question to ask ya. Does November really only have thirty-eight days?
[YUP. With that said, he closes his journal and continues his wobbly walk through the village. Any common sense he has left is telling him to head back to his apartment and crash for the rest of the day, but he might end up walking into your apartment or some other random place! Either way, you can have those kinds of encounters happen or simply bump into him while he’s swaggering along.]
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I've got a lovely bunch of coconuts~ There they are standing in a row~
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Can you lower your voice a little?
[Okay, attempt number two.]
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98 bottles of beer on the wall...! [HIC.] S'your turn.
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Well...here we are.
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Ehh...? W-whoa... Hey, onee-san! H-how did we walk so fast?
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[She's not about to let him fall over, whatever the circumstances.]
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...more magic?
[Either way, approaching a bed now.]