11/20/2017
Aries: You are hovering in the morgue, again. The EMS took your body here and you followed. You aren’t sure what would happen if you went too far from your body, but considering how adamant the shadow people are that you stay with it, probably something bad. You’ve been doing flips and other tricks while the shadow people stand and watch in awkward silence. It’s probably only awkward to you. One of the shadow people do their version of a smirk, which is impressive considering they are silhouettes without faces, and jokingly ask, “So, 99% straight, huh?” You kinda preferred the silence.
Taurus: You tell them stories. Ones they like hearing, ones they don’t, and ones they are hurt by. You make them match you story for story. They talk about their family, you speak of the way the sky bends before it breaks open. They talk about their school life, you talk about the imperfect beauty of a blossom’s hope when opening for the first time. They talk about their job and coworkers, you tell the fables of heroes and adventures, victories and losses. They speak of their friends, and you talk of beast beyond imagination, nightmares and broken worlds. They say how much they want to leave, you say how pretty they are, how fun. They curl up as you describe the laws that govern reality and how they shatter, covering their ears. This is not your fault. You’re aware they aren’t built to know half of what you’re telling them, but they’re your friend, so you tell them anyway.
Gemini: Punch a duck. You’re just really upset with birds for some reason.
Cancer: Surprisingly, you are not dead. You wake up in a cavern on the stone floor, your teammates still collapsed around you. You ache but force yourself to sit up, because something is wrong. Ridali. Where’s Ridali? He isn’t passed out with the rest of you. You start shaking people awake, double checking that everyone is okay. No one else knows what happened to Ridali either, but at least the worst injury is bruises. That seems off as well, y’all should be hurt worse after that fall, not that you’re complaining, but. You don’t know what’s going on.
Leo: You go to get you hair cut. The hairdresser has many arms, but she doesn’t mention the foot so you don’t acknowledge the extras. You get an undercut because it’s all the rage right now. You rock it.
Virgo: You need to rest. You don’t want to. You think that if you’re good enough, then they’ll come back. You think that if they come back, then they’ll be able to explain or maybe even say it’s all a mistake, that you were dear to them. You weren’t. You know you’re fooling yourself, but you don’t want to acknowledge it, because what are you supposed to do otherwise? You based so much of your life on them. Baxter is trying to help. He thinks that maybe if he helps, then whatever you need done will be done faster and you’ll get better. You’re worrying him. You should rest, get some food. They aren’t coming back, you weren’t dear to them, running yourself ragged won’t change that. I know it hurts.
Libra: You have skipped a day. You’re not entirely sure how, but it happened. You aren’t going to overthink it. On another note, the Brownies have carved a lovely piece of art out of the chunk of wood. It’s a statuette of Caireen, holly leaves scattered around her feet. It’s masterfully done, you can see every indent and fold of her robe and the holly leaves seem like they could have been picked from outside. You place it in the shrine to her. It’s a lovely addition.
Scorpio: You should learn sign language. What? Why do you look so shocked? You don’t like to talk, and it makes you so obviously anxious and upset, so you shouldn’t have to. If you learn sign language, then you can still communicate while avoiding verbal speech. You deserve to avoid situations that make you so distressed.
Sagittarius: Everybody has returned to earth. None of the viewing party has answers, which means Harold gets the pot for betting that it would go unexplained. You all go your separate ways, but not before exchanging phone numbers for when (you’re all aware enough to know to say when not if) something like this happens again. Somehow this has become a stupid support group for the people who have to watch the unexplainable happen. You kinda hate it but you also really love not being the only sane person.
Capricorn: Punchy is fighting in a gladiator’s pit, today, another overused trope. You and Fluffy go to cheer him on from the sidelines. Who knows, maybe the script will weave itself so that you 2 end up being the voices of friends that make the hero gain the strength to beat the big bad when all else seems lost.
Aquarius: You do your laundry today. You forgot to, yesterday, and it takes up the slot of time you don’t know how to fill in your routine. Two birds with one stone. You get the pack of flowery-smelling soap from the vending machine. It smells nice, you like it.
Pisces: You weave more of the lace. You have all the threads you need, you don’t gather more.
