Albert Rosenfield (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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route_10652013-06-17 08:31 pm
worktodo) wrote in route_10652013-06-17 08:31 pm
Entry tags:
I'm Longing For Love and the Logical
Who: Albert (worktodo) and Harry (likewatson)
Where: The Justice Farm in Saffron City!
When: Tuesday, June 4
Summary: End-of-canon spoilers means it's time for a talk.
Rating: PG
Log:
[So Cooper's come and gone.
It seems like it's always one of them, those three-day bursts of time that end up halfway into dreams and the other half far too tangible to be anything but reality. Coop says it was him once, a long time ago; the last time around it was Harry stumbling his way in — first by chance for that brief string of days, and then shortly thereafter, for good. This time, it was Cooper's turn to drop in and say hello from the other side of the universe, and that means Albert's not entirely sure what that means, if he'll be back or he won't, or what he might be coming back as if he ever does.
(Or worse — if he's not the one who wanders his way in, because Albert remembers seeing dead Laura Palmer those days, too, and he's not really in the market to spend some lengthy quality time with a girl he once autopsied.)
But Coop came and went, and when he came he brought along an SOS with him. He sent up the flags and waved down Albert, because Albert is the one who needed to hear it. Albert's always the one who needs to hear it, because Albert is the one everybody counts on to get things done, and they do get done. This time isn't going to be any different.
It's just going to be terrifying as hell.
The network is glitching and broken, and who knows what kind of Star Trek technology went into building them and therefore who knows what might've wrecked them the way it did, but the fact of the matter is the tricorders are useless, and Harry's making some kind of racket in the front room.
They've all been quiet and withdrawn since Coop vanished like the ghost he is again.
This time, it's Albert's turn to make the first move.]
Hey.
[He cuts through the kitchen from the lab, retrieving a lukewarm mug of coffee on the way and leaning against the doorjamb that leads into the front room once he arrives.]
You know a girl named Annie Blackburn?
worktodo) and Harry (likewatson)Where: The Justice Farm in Saffron City!
When: Tuesday, June 4
Summary: End-of-canon spoilers means it's time for a talk.
Rating: PG
Log:
[So Cooper's come and gone.
It seems like it's always one of them, those three-day bursts of time that end up halfway into dreams and the other half far too tangible to be anything but reality. Coop says it was him once, a long time ago; the last time around it was Harry stumbling his way in — first by chance for that brief string of days, and then shortly thereafter, for good. This time, it was Cooper's turn to drop in and say hello from the other side of the universe, and that means Albert's not entirely sure what that means, if he'll be back or he won't, or what he might be coming back as if he ever does.
(Or worse — if he's not the one who wanders his way in, because Albert remembers seeing dead Laura Palmer those days, too, and he's not really in the market to spend some lengthy quality time with a girl he once autopsied.)
But Coop came and went, and when he came he brought along an SOS with him. He sent up the flags and waved down Albert, because Albert is the one who needed to hear it. Albert's always the one who needs to hear it, because Albert is the one everybody counts on to get things done, and they do get done. This time isn't going to be any different.
It's just going to be terrifying as hell.
The network is glitching and broken, and who knows what kind of Star Trek technology went into building them and therefore who knows what might've wrecked them the way it did, but the fact of the matter is the tricorders are useless, and Harry's making some kind of racket in the front room.
They've all been quiet and withdrawn since Coop vanished like the ghost he is again.
This time, it's Albert's turn to make the first move.]
Hey.
[He cuts through the kitchen from the lab, retrieving a lukewarm mug of coffee on the way and leaning against the doorjamb that leads into the front room once he arrives.]
You know a girl named Annie Blackburn?