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

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.