Montell Jordan Wrote A Song About This Log

[likewatson]

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 March
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.)


Set phasers to "shenanigans", captain.

Comments

[likewatson]

Are you crazy?

[It's at this point that Harry sets the fire extinguisher down, tries valiantly to not make an "ew, wet socks" face, and pushes past Albert to retrieve Madison from the shower.

The good news is, she's not hiccuping anymore!

...but the bad news is she's really mad at Albert and starts growling immediately.]

[worktodo]

You come to me with a dog that's hiccuping fire, roasts my shoes, ruins my carpet, and expect me to throw everything else out the window to take care of it at the drop of your damn cowboy hat, and now when I do you're gonna call me crazy?

[It's cool, Maddy, he'll glare you down with the best of them.]

[likewatson]

I didn't know that was gonna happen! I'll get you new shoes, I'll pay for the carpet.

[He crouches down, pats Madison's soggy head.]

It's okay, girl. [Then, to Albert — only half-sarcastically, mind:] Nice work, doc.

[worktodo]

Quit the whining. Quackers does blow dries, too. Here.

[He says, holding out...the duck...? ALBERT, DAMMIT, IT'S NOT A HAIR DRYER.]

[likewatson]

[And Harry's just going to gently pull Madison away, because no.

That's weird.]

I think we'll stick to a towel.