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route_10652013-02-21 09:18 pm
worktodo) wrote in route_10652013-02-21 09:18 pm
He Will Do One of Two Things
Who: Albert (worktodo) and Reid (leftinbasketforfbi)
Where: The Justice Farm in Saffron City!
When: February 21
Summary: Secrets don't stay secret for long. At least not when your Musharna is barfing up your nightmares on your colleague's living room carpet.
Rating: PG-13 for mature themes, talk of dead people, and possibly discussions of drug addiction and abuse. Otherwise known as "GDI Criminal Minds: The Log".
Log:
[It's an average day on the Justice Farm, which technically means it's a day packed with all manner of shenanigans and absurdity, but the thing about the word "average" is that it's a relative term, kind of like "normal", and at least today there are no swarms of puppies falling out of the closet. Yet.
There is, however, a fair amount of the usual commotion and activity. The five Shuckles are...well, presumably up to something, but what that could possibly be, it's difficult to say; Bruce the Crime Against Pokemanity is still securely in his cage, nomming away on a piece of lettuce and looking generally nothing like the hideous engine of apocalyptic destruction he actually is; the cleanup crew, Scrappy and Sweep, are bustling around setting things back in order while the Things canoodle in a corner; and there on the top of a low bookshelf near the fireplace rest a series of eggs, each one tagged with a post-it note indicating the day it's likely to hatch.
And Albert? He's currently in the breezeway with an Octillery and a long lever and fulcrum, trying his damnedest to get the little bugger to just release its suction cups already.
Yup. Just another day on the Farm, all right.
But hey, who knows. Maybe once the kid shows up they can actually get some work done around here. Speaking of which, he takes a break from the levering job and pulls out his Gear to tap out a message.]
Hey. You still coming this way today?
worktodo) and Reid (leftinbasketforfbi)Where: The Justice Farm in Saffron City!
When: February 21
Summary: Secrets don't stay secret for long. At least not when your Musharna is barfing up your nightmares on your colleague's living room carpet.
Rating: PG-13 for mature themes, talk of dead people, and possibly discussions of drug addiction and abuse. Otherwise known as "GDI Criminal Minds: The Log".
Log:
[It's an average day on the Justice Farm, which technically means it's a day packed with all manner of shenanigans and absurdity, but the thing about the word "average" is that it's a relative term, kind of like "normal", and at least today there are no swarms of puppies falling out of the closet. Yet.
There is, however, a fair amount of the usual commotion and activity. The five Shuckles are...well, presumably up to something, but what that could possibly be, it's difficult to say; Bruce the Crime Against Pokemanity is still securely in his cage, nomming away on a piece of lettuce and looking generally nothing like the hideous engine of apocalyptic destruction he actually is; the cleanup crew, Scrappy and Sweep, are bustling around setting things back in order while the Things canoodle in a corner; and there on the top of a low bookshelf near the fireplace rest a series of eggs, each one tagged with a post-it note indicating the day it's likely to hatch.
And Albert? He's currently in the breezeway with an Octillery and a long lever and fulcrum, trying his damnedest to get the little bugger to just release its suction cups already.
Yup. Just another day on the Farm, all right.
But hey, who knows. Maybe once the kid shows up they can actually get some work done around here. Speaking of which, he takes a break from the levering job and pulls out his Gear to tap out a message.]
Hey. You still coming this way today?
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[One thing's for certain; it's much warmer in the house than it was outside. Even so, the natural trajectory is to head for the coffee maker, because this is apparently just what Albert does literally every time he walks into his house.]
You know Ziva; she probably enjoyed the chaos. Gave her something to think about. She's like you — likes to run headfirst toward trouble.
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[Reid smiles, leaning against the doorway. There's a coughing sound, but it's very soft and Reid is becoming accustomed to hearing strange noises, so it slides under his radar.] Hey, I'm not that reckless. [Mostly.] I'm glad to hear everyone was okay, though. Even if I'm starting to wonder if anyone really gets hurt here--it seems like the world itself doesn't want us to get too damaged, sometimes.