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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.
open; backdated to Valentine's Day
He's thinking of Josie.
It'd be impossible not to in this situation. It's Valentine's Day. There's romance in the air. (Literally.) But here's the thing: he's not sad. This is not to say that he isn't hurting, because he is. That hasn't stopped, and it's likely it won't for a long, long time—as much as he can place the blame on any number of people for what happened, the sad truth of it is that he still blames himself.
And he's never as hard on anyone as he is on himself.
But he's not sad. He's almost content with her memory, now, happy to reflect on those moments and take solace in the fact that they happened, and that she made him smile, and that things were okay for a little while.
Things are okay now, too.
He tilts his head back, squinting skyward. What he'd really enjoy right now would be an opportunity to see the stars again like he could when he was up at the Cerulean Cape—Saffron's too large a city to allow for that, what with all the light pollution—but there's something to be said for watching all those star-like lights dancing overhead, and that's this: wow.]