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route_10652012-12-23 03:53 pm
worktodo) wrote in route_10652012-12-23 03:53 pm
Entry tags:
- albert rosenfield | twin peaks,
- carmen sandiego | where on earth,
- crow hogan | yu-gi-oh! 5d's,
- dale cooper | twin peaks,
- harry mason | silent hill,
- harry truman | twin peaks,
- heather mason | silent hill,
- henry townshend | silent hill,
- hiccup horrendous haddock iii | httyd,
- kaito kuroba | detective conan,
- spencer reid | criminal minds
We Survived the Snowmageddon
Who: Albert Rosenfield (worktodo) and whoever is congregating at the Justice Farm for the Christmas holiday!
Where: El Rancho del Justicia, aka Albert's house in Saffron City
When: Anytime between Monday the 24th and Wednesday the 26th!
Summary: A lot has changed in a month, but some things never do. Losers getting together to fail their way through the holiday season is one of them.
Rating: Individual threads may vary, but let's go with G overall and warn otherwise!
Log:
Despite generally doing a very excellent Grinch impression, Albert doesn't actually hate Christmas. Granted, it's not one of his favorite holidays the way that Thanksgiving is — it's a little too overdone, a little too commercial, lacking in some of the spirit of togetherness in favor of the spirit of consumerism — but it is decidedly a holiday, and once again Johto has presented him with a situation where he is forced to make a choice. For the second time this year (by Albert's reckoning), Johto appears to have done everything in its power to prevent them from putting on a holiday, including but not limited to summoning up the actual apocalypse. The question that begs to be asked, therefore, is simply: is Albert willing to surrender Christmas in the face of all these apparent attempts to ruin it?
The answer, naturally, is: oh, hell no.
It is, however, an undeniably different atmosphere from the one that filled the house on Thanksgiving. Most of the occupants of the house are worse off now than they were then, be it emotionally or physically — some from spooky encounters, some from harsh truths, and some from going out in the apocalyptic snow like the damn fools they are — so if there's slightly less pep and enthusiasm saturating the grounds, that could certainly be why. Any decorations applied to the outside of the house have been battered at best and outright wrecked at worst. But as the slightly paraphrased song lyric goes, "Though the weather outside is frightful, by the fire it's so delightful", and the interior of the house is a thankfully different story.
On Monday, Albert will be spending the Eve of Christmas largely in the kitchen, having allotted the whole day for getting all the components of Christmas dinner prepared and readied in advance; on Thanksgiving, it's a fundamental part of the holiday tradition to run around the kitchen like a madman trying to get dinner to the table on time, but for Christmas, he'd rather everything just go smoothly. Early arrivals are welcome to hang out in the cozy parts of the house, grab some cocoa, and carefully avoid him; otherwise, they might get drafted into menial labor like shoveling out the front walk or putting the finishing touches on the interior decor before the party officially kicks off.
By Tuesday, it's all Christmas all the time; there is no victory quite so sweet as the one that comes hard-won, and as far as Albert is concerned, the most effective "screw you" to Johto's Snowmageddon is putting on an occasion that is positively bursting with holly and jolly anyway. Somewhere near the kitchen, Zack the Porygon2 is contributing by blasting from his Gear's speakers a concert of every Christmas song he knows (of which there are three: "Feliz Navidad", "Grandma Got Run Over By AStantler Reindeer", and the Weather Girls' "It's Raining Men"). A stately (albeit slightly lopsided) Christmas tree that is probably the Johto equivalent of a Douglas fir is set up in a corner of the living room near the fireplace — which is burning merrily — and its branches are decorated with makeshift ornaments like Pokeballs and paper throwing stars along with the standard colored bauble variety. Stuff your presents below; there'll be time for opening them later, but for now they're part of the decor. There's holly on the piano and fake candles in the windows, and you better believe at least half of those doorways have mistletoe strategically placed near them. Don't get caught! (Or do, if that's what you're here for.)
The one new and interesting addition to the house can be found in a corner of the living room, where a little space has been carved out for a small end table topped with coasters, a chair, and a tripod apparatus just the right size for holding a standard Pokegear. Got someone to call and wish a Merry Christmas? Do it from the comfort of this corner like it's Masterpiece Theater.
But however Tuesday is spent, there's sure to be a lot of love, gifting, and good Christmas cheer. Or else.
When Wednesday comes along, it'll be the standard post-Christmas wind-down — leftovers aplenty in the kitchen, trash bags of crumpled wrapping paper tucked into the corners, and a nice low-pressure environment in which to interact, gush over gifts, and enjoy the spirit of the season a little longer before getting right back to work on Important Business. For some, that might mean playing in the snow or having a snowball fight; for others, that might mean coordinating federal agent business for the future. But either way, it's another Christmas survived, and that's what really matters, right?
[OOC: Just like last time, this is an open log for everybody coming to Albert's for Christmas! Feel free to start your own threads as you please — open them to everybody, close them to specific people, whatever works for you. Just make a note in the header of what day it's taking place on and who all's invited, and have fun, everybody! Also, for people who aren't physically present at the Farm on Christmas, feel free to use the designated Skype Thread™ to chat with them over video anyway!]
worktodo) and whoever is congregating at the Justice Farm for the Christmas holiday!Where: El Rancho del Justicia, aka Albert's house in Saffron City
When: Anytime between Monday the 24th and Wednesday the 26th!
Summary: A lot has changed in a month, but some things never do. Losers getting together to fail their way through the holiday season is one of them.
Rating: Individual threads may vary, but let's go with G overall and warn otherwise!
Log:
Despite generally doing a very excellent Grinch impression, Albert doesn't actually hate Christmas. Granted, it's not one of his favorite holidays the way that Thanksgiving is — it's a little too overdone, a little too commercial, lacking in some of the spirit of togetherness in favor of the spirit of consumerism — but it is decidedly a holiday, and once again Johto has presented him with a situation where he is forced to make a choice. For the second time this year (by Albert's reckoning), Johto appears to have done everything in its power to prevent them from putting on a holiday, including but not limited to summoning up the actual apocalypse. The question that begs to be asked, therefore, is simply: is Albert willing to surrender Christmas in the face of all these apparent attempts to ruin it?
The answer, naturally, is: oh, hell no.
It is, however, an undeniably different atmosphere from the one that filled the house on Thanksgiving. Most of the occupants of the house are worse off now than they were then, be it emotionally or physically — some from spooky encounters, some from harsh truths, and some from going out in the apocalyptic snow like the damn fools they are — so if there's slightly less pep and enthusiasm saturating the grounds, that could certainly be why. Any decorations applied to the outside of the house have been battered at best and outright wrecked at worst. But as the slightly paraphrased song lyric goes, "Though the weather outside is frightful, by the fire it's so delightful", and the interior of the house is a thankfully different story.
On Monday, Albert will be spending the Eve of Christmas largely in the kitchen, having allotted the whole day for getting all the components of Christmas dinner prepared and readied in advance; on Thanksgiving, it's a fundamental part of the holiday tradition to run around the kitchen like a madman trying to get dinner to the table on time, but for Christmas, he'd rather everything just go smoothly. Early arrivals are welcome to hang out in the cozy parts of the house, grab some cocoa, and carefully avoid him; otherwise, they might get drafted into menial labor like shoveling out the front walk or putting the finishing touches on the interior decor before the party officially kicks off.
By Tuesday, it's all Christmas all the time; there is no victory quite so sweet as the one that comes hard-won, and as far as Albert is concerned, the most effective "screw you" to Johto's Snowmageddon is putting on an occasion that is positively bursting with holly and jolly anyway. Somewhere near the kitchen, Zack the Porygon2 is contributing by blasting from his Gear's speakers a concert of every Christmas song he knows (of which there are three: "Feliz Navidad", "Grandma Got Run Over By A
The one new and interesting addition to the house can be found in a corner of the living room, where a little space has been carved out for a small end table topped with coasters, a chair, and a tripod apparatus just the right size for holding a standard Pokegear. Got someone to call and wish a Merry Christmas? Do it from the comfort of this corner like it's Masterpiece Theater.
But however Tuesday is spent, there's sure to be a lot of love, gifting, and good Christmas cheer. Or else.
When Wednesday comes along, it'll be the standard post-Christmas wind-down — leftovers aplenty in the kitchen, trash bags of crumpled wrapping paper tucked into the corners, and a nice low-pressure environment in which to interact, gush over gifts, and enjoy the spirit of the season a little longer before getting right back to work on Important Business. For some, that might mean playing in the snow or having a snowball fight; for others, that might mean coordinating federal agent business for the future. But either way, it's another Christmas survived, and that's what really matters, right?
[OOC: Just like last time, this is an open log for everybody coming to Albert's for Christmas! Feel free to start your own threads as you please — open them to everybody, close them to specific people, whatever works for you. Just make a note in the header of what day it's taking place on and who all's invited, and have fun, everybody! Also, for people who aren't physically present at the Farm on Christmas, feel free to use the designated Skype Thread™ to chat with them over video anyway!]
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But there's still the matter of her having very sharp teeth, and sharp teeth + that area is not an ideal combination, so he tries gently nudging her away from his front and toward his side.]
Careful there, Gandhina.
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(Albert is also her FAVORITE PERSON EVER, coincidentally. No one has explained to her the concept of favoritism being mutually exclusive, and most likely no one ever will, being that she is in fact a dog.)
ARE THERE PERHAPS PETS HERE? SOMETIMES THERE ARE PETS. She is a very good dog, you know, rescuing Albert from the snow and everything. Good dogs get all the pets, yes. And little bites of ham that "happen" to "fall" from the kitchen counters during food prep, but shhh, we're not talking about that.]
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[Hey.
Hey, Gandhina.
You know what?
THERE ARE TONS OF PETS HERE. Once she's in a safer spot, Harry's hands descend upon her furry head, and lo, the petting begins.]
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She loves you so much.
She will always love you.
AND NOT JUST LIKE GANDHI, EITHER.]
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There's always been something therapeutic about petting dogs, and Harry knows there's some kind of scientific research out there to back it up. He's basing this entirely off of personal experience, though, and oh, look! The hypothesis is holding up under testing yet again.
In fact, he is going to get out of the chair and sit on the floor with her to work from a better angle. That's how dedicated he is.]
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...a reward for whom, though, it is difficult to say. :|a
Either way, Gandhina will be flopping RIGHT OVER onto her back now and wriggling around all over the carpet because BELLY RUBS? BELLY? PLEASE YES NOW GOOD?]
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Just as Harry's about to proceed with all the belly rubs ever, Clara bounces into the scene and right onto Gandhina's ribcage.
Good thing she's tiny.]
—Clara! Jeez, be careful.
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Suddenly, Gandhina is up and at attention again, which may drop Clara rather unceremoniously onto the floor. Good thing it's only a few inches to fall.
...that is a pink thing, she ultimately decides with the authority of one who has perused many things in her day.
But is it perhaps a squishy thing?
It looks squishy.
MAYBE HARRY WILL KNOW WHAT IT IS.
And clearly the way to find that out is to pick the squishy thing RIGHT UP and present it to Harry for inspection.]
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Except then he realizes Clara's not freaking out, Gandhina's jaw isn't closed nearly tightly enough to do damage, and everything is fine.
For the record, Clara is very squishy.]
Gandhina, please put Clara down. She's not a toy.
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No, really, Gandhina is pretty sure this pink thing is a squeak toy. She has some of them and it is squishy just like them and maybe if she bites it, it will squeak. She's not going to yet, but maybe it would if she did.
She wags her tail hopefully.]
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[UH-OH.
HARRY'S BUSTING OUT THE STERN VOICE.]
Put her down.
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She is sorry, favorite person Harry. She will put the squishy thing down now, very gently and without any tooth marks in her, even.
Her ears droop; she hasn't been bad, has she?
PLEASE DON'T SAY SHE WAS BAD. ;; ]
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Clara's completely fine, though. She bounces once back on solid ground, looking pleased.
And then she tries climbing back in the dog's mouth. Harry has to resist the urge to facepalm in order to stop her before she succeeds.]
Are you crazy?
[Since Clara has learned to recognize the upward lilt in voices that means a question has been asked, she responds the only way she knows how: by nodding.]
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Gandhina resists the urge to shove her snout at Clara (and by extension, Harry) for all of about two seconds before moving in for another extensive and inquisitive wet-nosed sniff, and also possibly to poke the pink thing in the belly to see if it squishes.
Harry said it was a Clara.
Gandhina doesn't know what a Clara is, but by golly she's going to find out.]
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Clara seems okay with sniffs, too, as she lets out a sound that might pass for a giggle and clamps down on Gandhina's snout with her nubby arms.
And yes, she is kind of squishy.]
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OH SHE KNOWS WHAT THAT IS
THAT IS A HUG
She and the Clara are best friends now. c:
Triumphantly, she aims to pick up the Cleffa once again, and proudly show Harry her new friend.]
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Harry almost protests, but then decides to just let it go. They can have their fun and be adorable if they really want to.]
Be careful with her, Gandhina. I've got my eye on both of you.
[Clara wriggles. SHE WILL ALSO BEHAVE. Probably.
...leaving a baby alien alone with a dog is a smart thing to do, right? WHAT COULD POSSIBLY GO WRONG?]
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AND THEN SHE IS OFF, because she needs to show the Clara the whole house! The Clara is probably too small to go up the stairs on her own, but Gandhina is totally big enough.
TALLY HOOOOO.]