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.

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[thecabinet]

[Pretty fast, when he knows he's being chased.

But that's the thing.

He hasn't yet realized there is a cat behind him, so once he makes it into the living room, he decides to take a moment to clean some of the glitter away from his fur.




And that's when he notices the cat.

OH SHI—]

[thecrooks]

[HELLO.

And gosh, don't you look tasty.

She doesn't pounce; precisely; she just looms in that sinister big cat way, languid but ready to react on an instant's notice.]

[thecabinet]

[Similarly, Franklin doesn't make a break for it. He carefully lifts one foot and takes the tiniest, most cautious of steps.

Maybe if he moves very slowly...]

[thecrooks]

[Guess who is just watching. Through glittering hungry eyes.

She will allow this for the moment.]

[thecabinet]

[A moment is long enough for Franklin to make a run for it — or at least try to.

So, he tries, scurrying off toward the living room.

Double Team is a really useful move in a time like this.]

[thecrooks]

[Double Team is indeed a useful move at a time like this.

You know what's even more useful?

Having an actual double team of Persians at your beck and call.

Don't mind Macavity just yowling what is almost certainly a signal to her minions; Franklin will want to make the most of every second he's got, instead.]

[thecabinet]

[So the top of the piano probably isn't the best hiding spot, at the moments.

Cats can climb.

Except Franklin is still new enough that he doesn't really know any of this — he hasn't had many experiences with feline pokémon — so he thinks he's just the smartest little Emolga ever, look at him, KING OF THE LIVING ROOM.]

[thecrooks]

[Macavity takes note of the little morsel up on the piano almost as soon as she pads into the room — not in any particular hurry, thank you — and fixes him with one of her sly Liepard stares just as the two Persians come slinking into the room to join her.

As one, they begin to converge on the piano.

How sure of your throne are you, KING OF THE LIVING ROOM?]

[thecabinet]

[...well now he's not sure at all, thanks.

His panicked gaze darts from one cat to the other to the other.

Um.

Whoops.]