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.

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[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."