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[bent_the_world]

[At first, the screen just shows...an intense close up of furret's tail, and all that can be heard is Korra yelling at someone that they better not ever come back. But the view shakily shifts and...yup, a bit always, there's Korra bending down on one knee and handing a Pokeball to a sniffling little boy. Her Arcanine is at her side. The 'gear is obviously on the ground, and the view is clearly from one of the islands.]

[Whatever's just happened, this is clearly the tail end of it.]

Hey, here you go. And don't worry about that jerk, he's not gonna be showing his face around here ever again.

[Korra ruffles the child's hair as she stands, before he thanks her again and runs off. Then she turns and notices the 'gear pointed at her, Scout wrapped around it.]

Oh for...Scout! What are you doing?

[With a sigh, she approaches, bends down, and picks up the still streaming 'gear.]

Uh...sorry about that. Apparently my Furret thinks he has a future in the documentary business...

[Open Log] Quaint Little Cottage

[findingbeasts]

Who: Newt Scamander, Credence Barebone, anyone wandering through!
Where: Newt's Cottage just outside Azalea near Ilex
When: Now into the first couple weeks of February
Summary: A catch-all for bonding and visitors!
Rating: PG, some subjects could get a little more PG-13 depending on what Newt and Credence discuss from home.

( It's a cozy little cottage with a whole lot of Pokemon. )

House crashing

[queen_stabbity]

Who Ceilidh, Sion and Ryner
Where Sion and Ryner's house.
When Lunchtime
Summary Ceilidh invited herself over and is letting herself in.
Note Closed.


After talking to Rose, Ceilidh made her way to Sion and Ryner's place. No humans were home but that didn't really matter to much to her. Picking locks and breaking into places was relatively easy for Ceilidh. She'd learned how to pick them starting when she was four. It was a family game to lock someone up in a room and see how long it took for them to break out. When she learned that other families didn't do that, she'd been quite bewildered. Lock picks were pretty easy to make. They weren't the best lock picks, but they were ... decent.

The lack of security surprised her, no wards, no horseshoe above the door at the very least. Which was good - she wasn't that good at breaking through wards.

With Pickles playing watch, she hummed quietly to herself as she picked the front door's lock.

Contest Winners!

[indigo_league]

[It’s the final day of the Contest Spectacular, and the judges have been conferring with one another all afternoon to decide the winners. Anticipation, nerves, and excitement build up like a charge of static in the crowds as everyone waits to hear the results. Fans of particular acts shout out their favorites—some of which sparks some heated debate amongst the more hardcore contest-goers—and last minute bets are exchanged in rapid whispers out of earshot of the Jennies present for crowd control.]

[When at last the judges file out from behind the curtain, led by announcers Anne and Liz and followed by stagehands carrying out the prizes, there’s a great buzz of noise that dies down almost as soon as it began when Anne taps her mic. Everyone wants to be able to hear.]

Well, it’s good to know we won’t have to pull out the airhorns to get you lot all settled down!

[Liz sighs and shakes her head, feigning disappointment.] Oh, we never get to use the airhorns.

Next time! Next time we’ll get a lot of noisy miscreants and it will be your time.

[A small wave of chuckles goes through the crowd, which intensifies when Liz whips her head around to squint intently out at them, but still doesn’t go out of hand. Near the front, a toddler in a Pancham onesie sitting on his dad’s shoulders thrusts his two fists in the air and shouts, seeming loud above the quiet laughter:] Tell us!

Oh dear, well we can’t say no to that face, can we?

I suppose we’d better get on with it before he’s old enough to rush the stage.

Then without further ado…we’ll get started with our category winners!

( LET'S SEE WHO WON )