Michael Bublé Wrote A Song About This Log

[worktodo]

Who: Anyone currently living on or welcome at the Justice Farm!
Where: Albert Rosenfield's Justice Farm of SCIENCE!! in Saffron City
When: Anytime in the month of January
Summary: A compilation of all those one-off threads, logs, and other general social interactions that don't warrant their own individual post and yet promise to be too much fun to outright handwave, either.
Rating: May vary! But assume PG unless noted otherwise.
Log:


☆ YOU ARE HERE ☆
(IT LOOKS LIKE THIS.)


Let the shenanigans ensue.

Comments

For Reid and Mio~

[remainingtwin]

[Visiting the Justice Farm wasn't a strange occurrence. Reid's friends were there, and Mio... well she wouldn't call them her friends--maybe Hiccup and Heather?--but the rest were just people she knew.

If pressed she might admit it's something akin to family, just family she's not close to, that's loud and noisy and there's Dad Cooper and the grumpy Uncle Albert and Big Sister Heather, Big Brother Reid, etc.

...Speaking of family, she has a serous inquiry to make with her niisan. When Mio finally gathers her courage about her, she jumps at him, grabbing at his sleeve]

Niisan! I need to talk to you!

[leftinbasketforfbi]

Hmm?

[Reid looks down at her, putting a bookmark in the book he was reading and leaving it on the table.] Alright. Let's talk.

[He suspects it's about Mayu. He stands up, brushing himself off, and gestures for her to follow him to a more private spot out on the patio.]

[remainingtwin]

[She's a bit startled--or some reason she'd expected it to be harder then that--but she dutifully follows him out, fingers twisting the material of her shirt.

When they're outside she chews on her lip and looks at him, all quiet seriousness as if debating on how best to go about this talk.]

My sister's here. [Which, of course, he knows already. Mio hesitates. It feels like she's on the verge of something terrible, because won't this mean she'll have to share Spencer now? It's one thing when he has his friends--she can't stop him from having friends (although a part of her really kind of wants to), but this was her sister. For the first time she'd had something without her, and now--

But it was silly to worry about that. They were sisters; promises had been made and Mio didn't intend to break them again. So she set her jaw stubbornly against the unnecessary thoughts and continued]

I want to go and get her. I can't let her go on her own here, I... I just can't. I made a promise.

open; the afternoon of january 17

[likewatson]

[It's been a long, cold, and arduous journey for the Truman team. There was blood, there was sweat, there were more tears than Harry will ever admit; there was urinating out in the open air (and plenty of it); there were battles won and lost, there was breathtaking scenery followed by more breathtaking scenery, and then there was the journey home filled with all of the above, again, in reverse.

And now it's over, and Harry's back, and we mean that in more ways than one.

With Clara trotting happily along at his side (which is really the side of his calf, not his side-side), he enters the house, wipes his feet on the mat, opens his mouth to proclaim that he has returned, and —



And then Clara realizes that they're back and wow that's just the best thing ever and hey do you know what the only proper response to such a welling up of positive emotions is? SINGING.

So a sweet little melody fills the air, and if you're listening carefully and not asleep by now, you might also hear the very distinct thud of a fairly well-built 6'1" human body collapsing in a heap on the floor.]

[worktodo]

[...what the hell?

BRB COMING TO INVESTIGATE]

open, whenever

[bywiseguidance]

[Albert's diagnosis of cabin fever was accurate. Ziva doesn't like being indoors, she doesn't like being idle.

So at various times throughout the month, despite the chill, she can be found outside, conducting elaborate mock battles between her various Pokemon, or a bit farther down the road battling wild ones.

She's probably going to have to find a new diversion soon.]

[atsaicbrickagents]

[You know what's a good diversion?

Dive-bombing Eevees.

GERONIMOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Reid's Eevee has jumped from the edge of the roof and is now aiming to land in your hair, Ziva. What do?]

[doitrockapella]

[So here's the thing about having fifty million Pokemon in your roster — it's still your obligation as a trainer to actually train all of them, which means it's not altogether strange to see Carmen with a hodgepodge lineup of roster members, some completely different from her commonplace lineup, working with them in small groups and putting them through various unorthodox training regimens to keep them in shape.

Today she's going through the motions with a mishmash team of six: a Koffing, a Ninetales, a Swellow, a Rufflet, an Archen, and an Absol. They're a little slow and gawky, the lot of them, but they seem to be having fun — possibly more fun than actual training, to be honest.

Not that Carmen minds.]

[tapestodiane]

<sub>[And outdoors is a pretty common place to find Cooper, too - especially now when his Sawsbuck is fully evolved and sporting a beautiful winter coat and is usually found wandering around the back yard.]

[Then, she also likes to keeps him company as he takes his usual walks, and he comes across Ziva on one of them, the huge deer in tow.]

[One of these days, he should try to ride her.]</sub>

Good morning, Ziva!

_[C:]

open; whenever!

[thecabinet]

[The light dusting of glitter on one of the couch cushions could easily be shrugged off as a Christmas leftover brought to light again by one of the many Pokémon wandering around.

And that's all it is, at first.

But then Franklin somehow finds the entire stash of glitter (never mind the question of why the hell did anyone buy that much glitter in the first place?), and that's when all sparkly hell breaks loose. It begins in Harry's room.

It then spreads to the bathroom he shares with Coop and Carmen.

He catches the mess in the laundry room, too, and he cleans all of it, but there's no hiding the traces of glitter shimmering on the carpets. It's glitter. It never goes away.



And then, one morning, the mother of all glamorous explosions bursts forth from atop the fridge, adding a bit of unwanted pizazz to just about everything in a ten-foot radius and then some. Sparkles drift into the dining room, some into the hall — there's a little bit of it everywhere, actually.

Everywhere.]

[thecrooks]

[...EXCUSE ME.

what the actual shit is this.]

action

[bywiseguidance]

Ziva is reading in the front room when there's a knock on the door. This puzzles her for a couple of reasons, mostly being that anyone that comes over to the house generally has a standing invitation and a key--even if they knock they let themselves in a moment or two later. Secondly, even if someone wants to show up who doesn't have the means to let themselves in, they generally call first.

A second knock definitively proves that neither of these are the case, and Ziva being the only one in range to answer the door, she sets her book aside and gets up to do so.

The young man framed in the glass panel of the front door is unfamiliar to her, unremarkable in appearance, wearing a black wool coat open over a black shirt and dark green apron, with what is presumably the logo of a store in town. Well, nothing to do but open the door and see what he wants.

...apparently he wants to make sure everyone in the house is alive.

"Um...no one came to pick up your standing coffee order this week, usually that guy comes every week like clockwork. Monday, between 2 and 4 o'clock, and it's Thursday..."

"Evidently he forgot. He has been rather busy these last few days. One of us will come tomorrow, I assure you. Thank you for your concern as well, you certainly did not have to come all the way out here just to check on us." It was rather touching, really. Ziva gives the kid a tip, offers a brownie from the tray of them she made earlier, and sends him on his way.

At least if they are in trouble, someone will notice.

For Reid and Harry~

[leftinbasketforfbi]

[One of the many responsibilities of a trainer is to keep one's Pokemon out of trouble. Failing that, the responsibility of a trainer is to make one's Pokemon calm the fuck down after causing enough trouble to last a lifetime.

So Reid has Ellie the squirming Eevee in his lap while sitting at Albert's piano. Reid taps the keys experimentally, then launches into a soft, gentle tune. This is sort of his last resort.

And luckily, it seems to be working. Ellie slowly stops squirming, her ears perking up to listen to the wonderful noise her trainer is making. He lets out a sigh of relief, his fingers dancing across the keys, and he takes the chance to practice. It's been a couple weeks since he's played the piano.]

[likewatson]

[Harry just happens to be in the kitchen when Reid begins playing, so it takes all of forty seconds for him to peek curiously into the living room. Should Reid notice him, he'll offer a smile and a little wave — for the moment, though, he's content to stand there and listen, looking impressed.

(Christmas is a big blur — Harry'd forgotten how talented Reid is.)]

FOR THIEF MOM AND ZEN DAD

[doitrockapella]

[This sure is a Carmen Sandiego just hanging out on the couch in the Justice Farm living room reading a book, all right.]

[tapestodiane]

_{[Sure is just walking past and oh hi there.]}

Open, about 2 am January 24th. SCIENCE DOES NOT SLEEP.

[bywiseguidance]

[Every so often, Ziva is struck by either insomnia or an idea. Usually it's the latter brought on by the former in some combination that ends up with her awake until all hours, reading or researching or just considering.

This time it's ended up with her camped out on the floor in the living room, surrounded by books--any book that she could find in the house on the topic of gardening and horticulture, a few different varieties of berry, and a cup of tea long since gone cold and bitter, forgotten as she got absorbed in reading.

...just wait, she's going somewhere with this.]

[thecabinet]

[HI, ZIVA.

You have some tiny company. Or will, once Clara makes her way down the stairs — a difficult feat, considering how stumpy her legs are. There's a lot of actual climbing involved.

Where the hell is Gandhina when you need her? :|

Anyway, after the five-minute journey down the stairs is complete, Clara waddles her way over to Ziva and sits down right next to her, looking for all the world like she's ready to help.]

[leftinbasketforfbi]

[Guess who else doesn't sleep?

Reid woke up because of a nightmare. One of the ones about trying to chase a child through the woods because you know what's going to happen to it if it doesn't come home soon, but when you've finally almost reached them, the monster you knew was coming already has them.

Reid's not eager to relive the nightmare, so he comes downstairs silently, ready to make rounds through the house to check on everyone, when he comes across the living room.

He hovers at the doorway, considering leaving the woman to her work, but curiosity wins out. He creeps inside, peering at her and the books she's reading (plus the cup besides her).] You know, some research shows that tea loses nutrients as it cools down. Do you want me to get you a fresh mug?

Open to all~! Mio shows Mayu around and introduces her to her friends

[remainingtwin]

[She was full of a dual anxiety and excitement. She'd been living in this place for some time now, so she as excited to see her sister and have her with her. She was excited to show her around the new world they'd found themselves in, some place safe and beautiful and so far removed from the horror of their previous situation.

Sometimes Mio could pretend it had all been some terrible dream.]

Everyone's very nice. [She told Mayu this, talking with her as she led her up to the house] Well--Albert's pretty mean and rude, but he's just like that. I'm not sure he knows what happiness is.

[She giggled a little.

It was easy to pretend it had never happened, to repress the memories and pretend things were okay with it. Her desperation to have everything be normal helped her to bypass all the obvious clues that thing were Wrong. She didn't want to believe them, so she ignored them. Simple as that]

I'm sure everyone else will be nice though!

[tapestodiane]

<sub>[Okay so it's just a bit past the Puppy Discovery, and so, when Coop answers the door, he's got a Growlithe in his arms and a Poochyena behind him, which he's discreetly shooing back with his foot so it won't escape out through the door.]

[HI THERE, GIRLS. It's just a taste of what's to come, really, cause there are probably puppies anywhere you look. Most of them in the yard, but still. So many puppies. Twenty-four of them.]

[Coop looks largely untroubled by this, though, and gives Mio a quick smile in greeting - Mayu gets something a little more searching, but not unfriendly.]</sub>

Mio! Come on in. I take it this is your sister?

[togetherforever]

[To be honest, Mayu doesn't know how she should be feeling. Yes, it was nice that this seemed to be another chance to patch things up with Mio and live life like how it used to be but this seems to good to be true. Almost like a dream perhaps? She was doubting that this new life was actually happening.]

[As they approached the house, familiar feelings of timidness and worry entered her mind; meeting totally new people was totally not her area. She also seemed to have a dejected look on her face but for what reason?]

...Do you think they'll like me? [It was the only sentence that came out of her mouth. This girl was still not really thinking straight even after 2 weeks of being here.]

Should we do Mio, Reid, Mayu?

[leftinbasketforfbi]

[Some time after Mio has had a chance to properly show Mayu around, Reid is curled up on the edge of the living room couch, reading a thick brick of a textbook (apparently on Pokemon anatomy). He looks up when they enter the room, quickly marking his place in his book.] Hey there. [He smiles and gestures for them to come closer, turning his attention onto Mayu. He's been trying pretty hard these last few days to make her comfortable, since she's obviously been through a serious trauma, and the least he can do is try to make her transition into all this as smooth as possible.]

How are you liking the house so far? Everyone's been friendly, right? [Beat.] Everyone except Albert?

for cooper.

[likewatson]

[Harry's usually a quick thinker. It's part of the job description, after all — what kind of sheriff would he be if instead of acting, he stood around considering and reconsidering any given set of variables before doing what needed to be done?

(Not a sheriff at all, that's for sure.)

But when he's given time to do some considering, he takes it. He plays out situations in his mind, trying to account for every possible outcome; he chooses the best approach and reacts accordingly.

The problem, though, is that this process is so effective, he sometimes doesn't see when it's unnecessary. Take the talk he's been meaning to have with Coop, for example.

How can he try to predict any of it when he remains clueless?

And that's why, even after pulling himself back together, Harry still hasn't faced the issue, whatever it is.

That's also why he ultimately decides to throw caution to the wind and knocks on Coop's bedroom door.]

Hey, Coop? You in?

[tapestodiane]

<sub>[And doing precisely that will probably prove to be a good tactic, for several reasons. Caution is great in many cases but in others, it's not bound to give you any straight answers.]

[But that's for a bit later.]

[Coop is in fact in, evidenced by the "just a second" and a moment later his presence as he opens the door with a smile, the kind that's both expectant and curious. There's some hustle behind him, but that's normal in this place. Them pokémon.]</sub>

Hi, Harry. What brings you next door?

_{[Casual, jovial and a far cry from the worn and shaken version who greeted Harry on his arrival in New Bark.]}