Albert Rosenfield (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
worktodo) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
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!]
no subject
Kaito, on the other hand, has to reach out to brace himself on both the door frame and Heather's arm to avoid face planting right into the ground]
She couldn't even wait five seconds for you to let him out on your own...
[... he says with a grump in his voice, but there's a bit of amused fondness in it, too. He had long since grown used to these kinds of Pokemon antics]
no subject
[Heather takes one look at it, makes a face, and then looks back down at Kaito.]
[.. And visibly pales as she remembers where she is, and realizes that she's practically holding him up bride-dipping style. And that the mistletoe is plainly visible up there behind her head.]
[HEATHER HAS ENCOUNTERED AN ERROR]
>>[DISTRACT HIM BY SAYING SOMETHING SUPER WITTY]
>>[KISS THE EVERLOVING FUCK OUT OF HIM]
>>[FORGET THAT YOU'RE HOLDING HIM UP AND DROP HIM ON THE FLOOR]
[DROPS HIM ON THE FLOOR]
no subject
Hey--!
[Thankfully, he was already close enough to the floor that the landing doesn't hurt too much. He takes a moment to rub at his back where he landed, one eye shut, the other still focused on that sprig of mistletoe on the ceiling. He stares at it for a second, then glances at Heather. Then back to the mistletoe. Then Heather again.
Time to cope with this somewhat awkward situation the only way he knew how: wry humor]
... who the heck put that there, anyway?
[... well, an attempt at humor, anyway]
no subject
[She... totally didn't mean to do that. But rather than apologize, she's sort of busy trying to think of a way out of this situation.]
[It's not that it's not a situation they haven't been in before. They'd gotten caught under it at LEAST once, and while it was pretty awkward back then too, it still, you know, happened.]
[It's that everything's so COMPLICATED now and mostly in ways that don't actually have anything to do with Kaito HIMSELF and ... and...]
Uhm...
[Ever seen Heather's entire being sort of compress in one giant, grimacing wince? Now you have!]
I, uh... won't tell if you won't.
[Meaning IF THERE'S NOBODY WATCHING WE COULD TOTALLY JUST EDGE OUT FROM UNDER THIS SYMBOLIC PLANT AND NO ONE WOULD KNOW.]
no subject
Er, well...
[She was right, they could sneak away completely unseen. But it also wasn't like they hadn't done the mistletoe thing before... with a deep breath, he pulls up a small quirk of a grin, and replies:]
S'not a big deal. [He says as he pulls himself to his feet, dusting off his pants as he did so] I've taken longer, more painful falls than that.
[Once again, he glances up at the mistletoe, this time contemplative]
It'd be a shame if we didn't show at least some Christmas spirit, wouldn't it?
no subject
[Things are different now. And frankly, not really for the better. It's been one of those years. But at the very least, the grimacing is abandoned for cautious surprise when he speaks up.]
... Uhhh...
[REAL ELOQUENT THERE, HEATHER. How about you just go ahead and drool on yourself or pick your nose or something too, just to complete the whole unflattering portrait of herself that she's painting.]
... Are you serious?
[... Oh well NOW she's just coming off as sort of rude wow you win at boys Heather. Someone needs to just give you a trophy with the word 'BOYS' on it.]
no subject
... even if before was a long, long time ago. And things were really different back then.]
I'm just saying, it's not like a little sprig of green has stopped us before, y'know?
[... now he just sounded ridiculous, like he was making excuses for wanting to kiss her, and with a scoff, he tilted his head away a bit and lifted a hand to brush a hand through his hair]
It doesn't have to be weird! I-- er.
[... nope, she probably did think he was being weird]
Nevermind! F-forget I said anything.
[Being awkward around Heather was certainly a new experience]
no subject
[She falters once he does, because wow yeah realizing that she made this situation several times worse.]
Uh-- nnnno, it's okay, sorry-- I just... uh...
[What happened to the old days when there was minimal awkward and then lots of snarky joking about stuff like this? THOSE DAYS WERE GOOD.]
no subject
So, uh. We could try very discretely removing the offending plant from the premises just to make sure we don't accidentally fall into it's trap again?
It's a fool-proof plan. You could be the look out just to make sure no one sees?
/SLOWLY WATCHES HEATHER ANNIHILATE HER CHANCES
[Heather hears that, but... she doesn't have much of an idea what to do about it that wouldn't make it worse.]
[So she just nods.]
Uh, yeah! Cool! I'll just uh.
Make sure... no one sees. Yeah.
MISTLETOE AWKWARDNESS STRIKES AGAIN
This is the kind of mission that requires cool background spy music,.
[With a firm nod, and TOTALLY DISCRETELY, Kaito glances around the room, just to make sure no one is watching... before he props himself between the doorframe, reaches up, and brushes his fingertips against the tuft of green]
no subject
Uh-- heheh, yeah, insert imaginary Mission Impossible music...
[She steps back a little, keeping a shifty eye on their surroundings...]
no subject
Mission accomplished.
no subject
Sweet.
Man, like, this should be a career.
Like bomb defusers, except, you know. Mistletoe removers.
no subject
Think that would be a well-paid position? I bet I could start my own business and everything.
no subject
[Somewhere behind Kaito, a presence approached.]
no subject
[For how observant Kaito was, he was far too engrossed in the familiar snark he was exchanging with Heather (and far too distracted by the lingering awkwardness between them) to feel that ominous presence]