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victory_road2017-03-11 07:15 pm
a_sin_for_him) wrote in victory_road2017-03-11 07:15 pm
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Shark House Log
Who: Shark House Residents
Where: Shark House, Goldenrod
When: Friday the 10th
Summary: Freaky Friday Shenanigans!
Rating: PG-13 for possible language
Log:
[Isn't March when it's supposed to be warming up? Though Lust supposes one can't count on traditional weather patterns here. Snow storms aren't bound by the laws of nature, they spring up whenever they please. Late fall, early spring....middle of summer.]
[It isn't that odd. And Envy and Wrath had certainly made a day of it, filling the yard with rather...creative snow people. Which, she notes as she makes her way along the path to the house, are still standing. She half expected either Wrath or Pokemon to have knocked them down already. Though perhaps she's about to witness that, there's flickers of motion around the lumps of molded snow. She doesn't look too closely as she struggles to open the gate to the backyard and balance a bag of groceries and a to-go cup of cocoa at the same time. It's just become habit to go in through the back door, directly to the kitchen. Why couldn't Guttle open latches?]
Could someone come open the gate? I have baked goods, my hands...
[Lust trails off. The something is still moving in the yard. That's not uncommon, the household is full of Pokemon. But that...doesn't look like a Pokemon... she'd just assumed...]
[What the hell.]
Where: Shark House, Goldenrod
When: Friday the 10th
Summary: Freaky Friday Shenanigans!
Rating: PG-13 for possible language
Log:
[Isn't March when it's supposed to be warming up? Though Lust supposes one can't count on traditional weather patterns here. Snow storms aren't bound by the laws of nature, they spring up whenever they please. Late fall, early spring....middle of summer.]
[It isn't that odd. And Envy and Wrath had certainly made a day of it, filling the yard with rather...creative snow people. Which, she notes as she makes her way along the path to the house, are still standing. She half expected either Wrath or Pokemon to have knocked them down already. Though perhaps she's about to witness that, there's flickers of motion around the lumps of molded snow. She doesn't look too closely as she struggles to open the gate to the backyard and balance a bag of groceries and a to-go cup of cocoa at the same time. It's just become habit to go in through the back door, directly to the kitchen. Why couldn't Guttle open latches?]
Could someone come open the gate? I have baked goods, my hands...
[Lust trails off. The something is still moving in the yard. That's not uncommon, the household is full of Pokemon. But that...doesn't look like a Pokemon... she'd just assumed...]
[What the hell.]
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Don't open the gate!
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[Lust freezes, bag of groceries in one arm and cocoa cup awkwardly balanced on the other. She makes no further effort to flip the latch. Why is Envy in a tree?]
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[She may be able to see through the slats in the the gate enough to tell that something is clearly moving in the yard. A lot of somethings, in fact.]
[But while they're definitely rowdy at times, it's not like Envy's ever been treed by any of the house Pokemon.]
You remember all those snowmen Wrath and I made yesterday?
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[Things have been relatively normal for a good stretch of time. A lull in the madness which was apparently returned eager to leave no doubt of its arrival. What she'd assumed were Pokemon in the yard most certainly aren't.]
[It doesn't take a state alchemist to figure out where Envy's going with this.]
Are you stuck in a tree because of possessed snow abominations?
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...yes. It's not my fault they came to life!
[Help him. It's so cold in this tree. :( ]
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They're made of snow, how dangerous can they be?
[Granted, there had been a great many of them. But still. She sets down her bag and cup and reaches up to grab the top of the fence, hauling herself up to stand with her toes on the bottom rail to peer over it into the back yard.]
[Really, how bad can it be?]