So you want to be a Pokemon Master?

[championbound]

Who: ANYONE AND EVERYONE
Where: ANYWHERE AND EVERYWHERE
When: November 25 - 27
Summary: GET YOUR BUTTS IN HERE AND HAVE A GOOD TIME
Rating: BUT PLEASE PUT APPROPRIATE WARNINGS IF ANYTHING COMES UP
Log:

Everything's ordinary, and then, all of a sudden, it isn't. Oops~! Enjoy all the weird new Pokemon roaming about, and have a good time! Any and all are welcome to join in the glitch-ridden festivities!

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[ Whatever Josh thinks he's apologizing for, Sam does his best to head him off at the pass. It's difficult to rub at his back with those flipping wings in the way but Sam isn't above trying once he's got a hold of Josh again. ]

No, no no no, h- [ A deep breath of whatever weird supernatural dry cleaner Heaven or Hell uses for their angel emissaries. ] Hey, no. It's all right. You're allowed to miss us. That's okay.

[ He caught the look on Josh's face before he buried it against his shoulder and his grip becomes tighter, readier to hold Josh up for as long as he needs. As long as he wants it. He can't say he feels the same, not when Josh (his Josh, maybe? or would that make this weirder than it already is, quantum realities aside) is still back at the office, but he can try to put himself in Josh's shoes and...

It's not a happy fit at all. ]

Reverse our positions and I'd be crying for Cathy to show up and give me one more stink-eye.

[ The sort-of brand of humor worked before, so Sam can give it a second shot but with a keener sense of truth. They've all gotten this far together, become this singular unit of force to the point where Sam imagines a future and can't conceive any of them not being there. A pie in the sky dream, to be sure, but he can't help it. They're family. ]

[hardballsy]

[It's worked before and it works now; Josh laughs, or makes a sound that's similar to a laugh, at least. He knew Sam would get it. It's those little details he misses most: the stink-eyes from the assistants and the way Donna would fuss with his tie whenever it wasn't perfect and the sound of Leo's always-certain voice and CJ's heels and the scent of cigar smoke clinging to Toby despite numerous dry-cleaning efforts and Sam's entire bright-eyed presence. Bits and pieces, tiny things in the grand scheme of it all, but amounting to a very painful, very real sense of homesickness.

He inhales as much of the air-around-Sam as his lungs will allow, then exhales so slowly it's almost like he's counting the duration of it in his head.

Which he is.]

...and now this.

[Whatever the Hell this is. Josh looks up to find the giant owl still watching them.

Watching them, still, even though there's something rustling around in the bushes not five feet away.]

Sam, I think the owl's judging us.