The Rembrandts 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 February
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.)


Commence shenanigans accordingly.

Comments

Open; February 3 or so!

[doitrockapella]

[There's something exceedingly odd taking place out in the back of the Justice Farm today.

Sure, it's not the cheeriest of days outside, what with the overcast sky and the occasional flurry of snow, but it's surprisingly warm for a February afternoon and there's no sense in wasting the brief stint of nice weather — especially not when Carmen's got a team that needs training, and everybody's starting to develop a little bit of cabin fever too.

And indeed, a large portion of the entourage are out today: the Three Biddies (Skye the Salamence, Donna the Aerodactyl, and Clara the Tropius) are all lounging their massive dragon selves over near the house where it's warmer, with Miles the Charmander curled up and snoozing while safely tucked between Skye's wings; meanwhile, Chief's standing sentry at the far end of the yard with Eartha the Golem, Rock the Rhydon, Iron the Steelix, and Cliff the Metagross all positioned in various places between himself and Carmen. And upon closer inspection, each of the bruisers has been paired with a smaller teammate — Ivy the Ivysaur, Dinah the Voltorb, Agent Cooper the Spinarak, and Foggy the Koffing are all in place, too, hovering about with a vaguely anticipatory air.

And there at the other end of the yard is Carmen, mounted confidently on the back of her Rapidash, grinning like a maniac at Chief and her assembled hodgepodge roster.

For anyone who takes a few minutes to stop and watch (and hopefully stay well out of the way), what they'll soon realize is that this isn't just any old training session — it's an obstacle course. And on each run, once Carmen gives the signal and starts riding, Chief proceeds to start telepathically handing out directions to his assorted defenders, trying to trip up his trainer — or at least throw her for a loop she and Tornado haven't seen before.

It's quite the flurry of commotion out there today: bolts of electricity and Pin Missiles flying, clouds of spores and smoke choking the air, the ground moving and shaking as the bruisers upset the terrain at their leader's discretion — and through it all, the gallop of hoofbeats against the ground as Carmen and her trusty steed weave their way through the crossfire.

They're putting on quite the show. Care to stop and watch?]

Plurk is down idk what do :C

[bywiseguidance]

[Ziva is in the kitchen making tea when she notices UTTER CHAOS outside. Holy shit. There's training and then there's the shit Carmen is pulling--making Mossad training look downright sane.

She goes to the doorway to make sure Carmen doesn't kill herself watch from indoors and remind herself that Carmen knows what she's doing.

She thinks.

Geeze.]

Everything is terrible forever

[doitrockapella]

[She does, in fact, know what she's doing, but more importantly she knows what Chief is doing, which is really the key. After all, this session isn't so much about training her fighters how to battle; it's about training Chief to command.

Fortunately, Tornado the Rapidash is a magnificent steed, and he's handling the barrage admirably — still taking the occasional hit, because making it through unscathed is really unavoidable at this point, but he's nimbly dodging the worst of it with majestic leaps and excellent timing.

But soon enough the chaos dies down; at some point, Carmen makes a horizontal swipe across the air in front of her neck in the universal "cut it off" motion, and the attacks cease — making it safe for her to dismount and walk around to feed Tornado a handful of Berries from out of her pocket for his troubles.]

Much better, Chief. Now you're seeing the whole board.

[SHE'S SO PROUD.]

[bywiseguidance]

[Ziva is duly impressed. She applauds from the doorway. WAY TO NOT CHARBROIL YOUR TRAINER, CHIEF.

Seeing that it's safe to come the rest of the way out, she does so, Jethro and Abby at her heels.]

That looked rather harrowing.