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

[likewatson]

[What Albert will find is the following scene: Harry, sprawled sideways on the floor, with Clara sitting triumphantly atop his hip.

She waves a nubby little arm when Albert appears and says, "Butts!" not like she's naming a body parts, but like she's greeting him specifically.

AREN'T NICKNAMES GREAT?]

[worktodo]

[...so tempted to turn right back around and go back to the lab like grandpa simpson right now, honestly.]

Hey. Shoo, get off him. Go on, get.

[GUESS HE'S GOTTA PICK UP HARRY OR SOMETHING, DAMN. Just gotta wave the little pink alien off his butt first.]

[likewatson]

[Clara has no idea what Butts is saying, but she does move off of Harry.

...so she can attach herself to Albert's leg.

YAAAAAY~]

[worktodo]

[AUGH. LAMPREY ALIEN. LAMPREY ALIEN.]

That's not what I meant, you little —

[He gives his leg a slight shake, trying to dislodge her before he attends to the still-KO'd Harry on the floor.]

[likewatson]

[oh no the shaking is upsetting!! BUT THAT'S OKAY, because Clara is a tiny genius (menace) and knows exactly what to do to make it stop. She opens her mouth, and Albert will likely find himself joining the Narcolepsy Club in 3, 2 — ]

[worktodo]

[AND LO, ALBERT HEROICALLY MAKES A SWOONING SWANDIVE OF HIS OWN, DROPPING LIKE A SACK OF POTATOES (and landing half atop Harry's already-asleep form in the process) AS THE TINY CLEFFA MELODY SENDS HIM FACEPLANTING INTO THE CARPET.]

[likewatson]

[Some nights, the sound of dust settling is enough to wake Harry.

...but right now, half of another man's weight isn't even enough make him stir. Damn, Cleffa magic is powerful. And said Cleffa is fully aware of her own abilities, not that anyone's around to see her beaming as she climbs back onto her trainer's side as if to say, I DID THIS AND I AM PROUD OF MY WORK.]

[worktodo]

[Shortly thereafter, Gandhina is making her usual constitutional through the house like the happy puppy she is, and —

OMG

THE CLARA IS BACK

brb trotting over to pick her up in her mouth, as is customary, and ferry her off to parts unknown on the Farm, as is also customary.]

[likewatson]

[The great thing here is that Clara is actually thrilled to see Gandhina, but not the kind of thrilled where she wants to sing. This is the kind of thrilled where she practically tosses herself into Gandhina's mouth, because while walking everywhere with Harry is fun, nothing beats traveling via dog mouth, and honestly, she kind of missed being drooled on.

Speaking of drool, Harry's doing that now, too.

Right into the carpet.

When he wakes up, he's really going to want to know how many people passed by this scene without doing anything to help.

Because laughter and/or picture-taking will not count as helping.]

[bywiseguidance]

[Too bad, because then Ziva is Not Helping.

She's not laughing, but she is taking her Gear and taking many blackmail pictures from many different angles.

Perhaps stealing their own Gears to snap a couple from especially cute compromising interesting viewpoints, and then setting them as wallpapers on their own devices.

Good luck getting those to go away, '89 boys.

brb, going to share blackmail photos with Carmen.]

[doitrockapella]

[BRB, archiving these photos like a son of a gun.

A+, ZIVA. WELL DONE.]