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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]
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.]