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route_10652013-02-03 12:04 pm
worktodo) wrote in route_10652013-02-03 12:04 pm
The Rembrandts Wrote A Song About This Log
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.
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.
[shenanigans for Albert; February 20ish]
[He remarks, without looking up from his current task of sticking a turkey baster into the uncorked shell of a Shuckle.]
Which one, which move, how, and why? In that order.
[shenanigans for Albert; February 20ish]
Bruce is a rabbit that you turned into a warmachine.
[BUT THAT'S NOT THE POINT. In response, Hiccup offers his 'gear for Albert's inspection, grin inching wider. Even if it ends up that he's not allowed to, it should be worth it to see Albert's face when he reads what he's got up on the screen.]
Your Dodrio with the weird name. I think the other answers should be pretty obvious, once you read this.
[Because yeah. That thing sure says 'Fly'.]
[shenanigans for Albert; February 20ish]
[Look, kid, PBR's been having some problems getting his juice on here and he's not about to pick the thing up and turn it over like a teapot trying to get at the stuff so he can test it. Turkey baster gets the job done.
...But when it's offered, he takes a look at the gear, and — yup, there's Hiccup's reaction, all right.]
You think you're going to teach a three-headed ostrich to fly?
[shenanigans for Albert; February 20ish]
Hey, it says it's possible! I, for one, would like to test that theory. Wouldn't you?
[PLEASE UNCLE ALBERT, PLEASE PLEASE PLEEEEASE.]
[shenanigans for Albert; February 20ish]
You think you're gonna fly it, too? Or just see if you can make it go?
[shenanigans for Albert; February 20ish]
If the move takes, I would love to try and fly that thing. [Because wow, how does that even work.] I mean, carrying passengers is kind of an important thing when it comes to Fly. If it can't do that, I don't think it actually passes the test.
[shenanigans for Albert; February 20ish]
So really, you're not in here asking me if you can teach my three-headed ostrich to fly. You're in here asking if you can go fly a three-headed ostrich.
[shenanigans for Albert; February 20ish]
[He couldn't just go and hop on Harbertale right this second and expect to shoot up into the sky, Albert. He could only do that after whacking it in the head(s?) with a CD.
Duh.]
So... Can I? [Pause.] I'll wear my helmet.
[shenanigans for Albert; February 20ish]
[And honestly, he'd complain a lot more about this except that...what grounds is there to complain about, really? He knows full well Hiccup's probably the best flier in the house, regardless of what he's flying on. Not to mention an ostrich is probably a lot easier to handle than a dragon, given what Albert's seen of dragons.]
...And take something else along with you to catch you. Those're the rules. Helmet and backup parachute. Then you can go.
[shenanigans for Albert; February 20ish]
Absolutely! I'll have Adder with me the whole time, sure. [He wasn't expecting to fall, but she would definitely catch him if he did.] So, uh, are you going to be coming with, or are you going to continue to treat Shuckle number three like Thanksgiving dinner?
[shenanigans for Albert; February 20ish]
[ALBERT WHY DO YOU HAVE THEM NUMBERED. WHY DO YOU EVEN KNOW THAT.]
And I'm checking to see how his juicing process is going. Shell's not doing what it's supposed to. If you want to hang around five minutes, I can finish up and come watch you kill yourself, but if you're in a hurry, just go.
[shenanigans for Albert; February 20ish]
[He'll stick around for a bit, though. Not like he knows where to find Harbertale anyway.]
[shenanigans for Albert; February 20ish]
Of course I have them numbered, you think I'm gonna let four identical rock bugs wander around this place without being able to tell them apart somehow? Harry's team of dogs is bad enough. Besides, they've got different organic matter in each one.
[He pokes around a little more, during which the Shuckle kind of bobs unconcernedly, and then re-corks the shell.]
[shenanigans for Albert; February 20ish]
They probably wouldn't be so identical if you got to know them instead of keeping them as jars. I mean, even with all the puppies around here lately, you can tell which one is Gmork because he's got funny teeth like this--
[And if Albert cares to look, he'll get a lovely view of Hiccup jutting his jaw out, fingers raised to mimic sharp, crooked teeth. Still, he doesn't seem too bothered by Albert's attitude towards the Shuckle Gang, just a bit thoughtful. After a few more moments, he pipes up again.]
Different colored corks. With their names on the top.
[After all, he wasn't sure if a weird, shelled noodle-monster would be able to wear a collar.]