The full moon does crazy things to people. I wonder if it's a coincidence that so many birthdays coincide with it... Probably, I mean ... Rosetta says the simplest explanation is most likely the correct one. But you can't deny that stuff gets weird when the moon goes full globe.
Gnome hate crimes notwithstanding, things start to get weird a bit beforehand. In the nights leading up to the full moon, you have things like your rebellious tornado of a mother hating on
herself after exploding the junkyard for the 5,000th time.
But hey, at least she got her supermax. You also realize your home has a serious gnome problem. It's like an infestation ...
Your Dad up and quits his job as an acrobat after developing a sudden, violent need to study alchemy.
And then the birthdays start. First the dog:
Then dear old Dad
It was a pretty solid reminder that my young adult birthday is right around the corner, you know? At midnight on the night of the full moon, in fact! My parents seem a little bit more aware of passing time than usual too.
Yeah, no one wants to see or hear about that. Let's look at old man Humberto instead. Look at those awesome genes I've got!
Granny has been a bit pushy about getting ready for adulthood. It's no mystery what is on her mind.
For the most part, I am just trying to be carefree in my final days of teendom. I'm getting pretty good at the smustle.
What?
I spent my last night as a teen (and also the last night of fall) playing for tips at the Fall Festival. I made approximately nothing.
I spotted our cat, hanging out at the street market and acting unusually hostile, on the way home. I tell you, it's the moon!
I avoided Granny, but I have started thinking about my duties as an immortal. There's this picture of Eden up in her tower room of her gardening while heavily pregnant. Sometimes I look at it and wonder if people will tip the pregnant guitarist ... or if I can even play the guitar over a giant baby bump.
These are serious concerns.
Anyway, no matter how much you want to hold it off, the full moon always arrives, and with it a bunch of weird, out-of-character nonsense.
Ewww! Stop that. So wrong.
Anyway, cake time came. I felt the strong sensation I've felt since childhood: forum presence. Hey there. I still see you.
Mona Lisa thought a bathing suit was a good look for this occasion. Granny went back to her old self.
I wished for the luck that would bring me enough opportunities for my supermax, so I wouldn't have to speed learn alchemy against the ticking clock as an adult.
Dad looked so intense during this. He kind of teared up a little. I think he finally realizes I'm growing up.
He was what I focused on while the sparkles came. After all, he's the only relative in this room that's finite.
And then the inevitable happened and I saw swirling lights.
Shockingly I didn't age up with The Hair or in ugly clothes.
But you know me, I'm all about my own fashion statement. So I rushed to the wardrobe. First to update my hair and apply my first-ever make up!
That's right. Adult Allegra. How exciting! I started working on my wardrobe next, but you know, all of my creativity tends to cause crashes. So I've blacked out and will likely come to back at the cake right before my sparkles come.
Just for the sake of curiosity, here's my first attempt at an every day outfit. The full moon, man. I tell you. It makes strange things happen.
