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

[bywiseguidance]

[Sorry, little blob monster. Hope you don't mind Ziva laughing at you. Just a little, and she doesn't mean it meanly.

And she reaches out to right little Clara immediately and plunk her in her own lap, between Ziva's arms and the book she's got balanced on her legs.

Best way to be bothered after being unable to sleep due to nightmares.]

[thecabinet]

[Alien, Ziva. Alien.

Clara almost objects to being picked up because Ziva isn't Harry or Gandhina, but then she finds herself in a cozy spot and everything is just peachy.

...speaking of peachy.

Clara gestures at a photo of a pecha berry, then looks up at Ziva as if to say I RECOGNIZE THIS THING.]

[bywiseguidance]

[CLOSE ENOUGH also you asked for help man. You asked.]

That is a Pecha berry, is it not?

[she totally knows that because the diagram is labeled but she's trying to help Clara feel useful.

[thecabinet]

[Clara is the most useful.

She makes a little noise. Yes, Ziva! That is a Pecha berry! Cue more gesturing. LOOK AT ALL THE PICTURES~]