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victory_road2017-03-11 07:15 pm
a_sin_for_him) wrote in victory_road2017-03-11 07:15 pm
Entry tags:
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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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?]