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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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It's not even about what Crow wants, since his brain literally shuts off the moment their lips connect. The Pokéball that used to store Butch falls on the ground with a light knock, but the duelist doesn't quite register he dropped it, not even after Heather lets him go. He just stands there, gawking at her with his jaw dropped, his face covered with the shade of red that could easily outmatch most of the Christmas decorations in the house.
Did he just-- Did they just--
HOLY CRAP, THEY TOTALLY DID.
At this point, Crow suddenly remembers that breathing is a thing that should happen, and ends up sort of hyperventilating while trying to catch a breath. He also figures he should say something, but since his mind is still kind of blank, he just opens his mouth and closes it repeatedly until he finally regains the ability to form semi-coherent sentences and manages to stutter out the first thing he can think of.]
Your dad's gonna kill me.
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[Still, she steps back, kind of alternating between wincing and glancing at him apologetically.]
Dude, he doesn't need to know. Just-- act normal!
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"Normal", however.
NORMAL.
If acting normal involves standing completely stiff where she left him and still looking rather shocked, then yeah, he's doing a good job at it.
Although seeing her expression makes him realize something: it's not Harry that he needs to worry about now. Instead, he should probably be begging Heather for forgiveness right this moment.]
--Sorry! I never thought-- That wasn't-- I didn't-- I'm really sorry!
[It probably goes without saying he looks utterly distressed, panicked flailing included.
8( WHAT IF SHE HATES HIM NOW HAS HE RUINED HER LIFE CAN THEY STILL BE FRIENDS TALK TO HIM HEZAH]
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[She has backed up a little, safely out of mistletoe range, but um... dude Crow if you keep standing there, you're probably gonna have to kiss someone else. <8I;]
[Now looking more... well, CONCERNED than awkward, she sort of leans forward to grab his hand and pull him OUT from under the festive plant.]
Hey-- whoa, hey! It was-- you know, an accident! I'm sure neither of us would've-- you know, if we'd-- seen it. You know. Okay?
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Perhaps.
Having not expected to be pulled all of sudden (...again), Crow stumbles forward before catching his balance and tossing a terrified glance at the mistletoe over his shoulder, almost as if he was looking at a shark rather than a plant.]
Right. Okay.
[Well, if Heather isn't mad -- and she doesn't seem to be, then... yeah, it's okay. Totally. Perfectly fine.
He hopes.]
... Thanks.
[Wait shit did that come off weird as if he was thanking her for kissing him BETTER SPECIFY WHAT HE MEANS--]
--for getting me outta there, that is.
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[Still, she backs away from the plant another few steps for good measure, ferociously straightening her hair as though worried that there might be mistletoe CAUGHT in it-- although she DOES give Crow a sort of surprised look, because that was exactly how she interpreted it at first-- only for it to quickly become sheepish when he clarified.]
OH. Uh-- yeah, y'know, that's what... like, friends are for and stuff.
So, uh...
[In a feeble attempt at blowing this all off with her normal Cool Attitude (tm), she feebly lifts a hand for a subdued high five. WE ARE GOOD, YES? RIGHT?]
[oh my god you guys are like twenty and you're too dysfunctional to handle mistletoe GOD IS JUDGING YOU RIGHT NOW]no subject
This in turn causes Crow to give her a confused look, because for all he knows, friends aren't exactly for awkward kissing under the mistletoe-- and then he realizes what she's referring to and mentally smacks himself for being an idiot.]
Y-Yeah! Sure.
[The duelist stares at Heather's hand for a moment, taking way too long to understand what the gesture implies. When he finally does, he blinks slowly, then gives her a small and still somewhat uncertain smile and claps his hand against hers -- although it may seem a bit like he's retreating it in a rush, almost as if afraid any sort of physical contact made in the general vicinity of the damn plant could be interpreted wrong.
AND ALL IS RIGHT WITH THE WORLD.
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[Well, at least they've both thoroughly proven their total inability to deal with situations involving unexpected smooching.]
[Heather flashes him a quick, awkward grin, and then promptly MAKES HER ESCAPE INTO THE CROWD, because hey, if he's retreating, she might as well do the same thing.]
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Without further consideration, Crow turns around in place and heads towards the exit.
... Without his jacket.
He needs some fresh air
and possibly frostbiteto get his brain back in gear, okay.]