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

Jesus, I'm so sorry, I lost this tag

[leftinbasketforfbi]

"Yeah, I'm sure. It's nothing a little antiseptic and a bandage won't fix."

He takes out a little tube, rubbing antiseptic onto the hissing Eevee's paw, then wrapped it tightly with the bandage. "I might want to take her to the house soon so she doesn't get more dirt in it, though. You want to walk with me?"

And by 'you want to walk with me', he means 'walk with me or I will badger you'. He's just polite and sweet about it.

It's okay! <3

[foolishwren]

It's the sweet, polite ones you need to look out for.

Whether or not Heather was aware of the intent to badger, his tone was just reminiscent enough of her father's that her subconscious knew that accepting the invitation was probably a better idea.

"Uh, yeah, sure! I wasn't goin' anywhere in particular..."

<3333333

[leftinbasketforfbi]

"That's good. But this time, let's get to the house without serenading everyone on our way, okay?"

Reid smiled, pocketing any medicine used and then cradling his Eevee as he starts down the road. "What brought you out here anyway? Just feeling kind of restless?"

[foolishwren]

At the reminder of their rowdy Christmas Eve adventure (she was amazed that Johto Santa hadn't revoked her present privileges after that one, although considering the year leading up to it, it was sort of a miracle that she'd gotten anything), she grinned despite herself. That had been a good night, in that embarrassing 'oh my god I can't believe we did that' sort of way.

"Okay, I promise... no drunken ballads."

She jogged a bit to get to his side, ducking her head a little.

"N'yeah, I guess. I get cabin fever if I stay cooped up too long, y'know? I want spring to hurry up and get its butt over here."