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Entry tags:
- albert nye the science guy,
- arceus help you all,
- back off he knows what he's doing,
- beware the shuckle mafia,
- bunearygeddon,
- can you taste the science,
- cave johnson eat your heart out,
- dammit bruce,
- dammit impy,
- everything is stupid forever,
- here to kick ass and autopsy bodies,
- hit the deck it's agent rosenflower,
- i've got work to do dammit,
- kinda like a mythbusters episode,
- let's do science to it,
- making labcoats sexy since 1989,
- professional at work,
- seriously fucking cool shit,
- shenanigans are imminent,
- talk science to me baby,
- welcome to the justice farm of science,
- where the hell is my lab,
- why would you ever,
- ▶ saffron city
008 | Saffron City | Video;
[Ladies and gentlemen of Johto and Kanto, something rather odd is afoot on your network today. Upon closer inspection, it appears to be the ceiling of some kind of garage-like room, rendered in video and slo-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-owly moving past at a glacial — yet determined — pace. In fact, it's probably what the ceiling would look like if a Gear camera was pointed at it while that aforementioned Gear was being stolen by a pair of Shuckles.
Which, as a matter of fact, is exactly what's happening.
Unfortunately for these criminal masterminds, their getaway is moving at approximately the speed of molasses left out on a park bench in Siberia, so more likely than not they're going to be noticed before anything productive comes of it.]
Well, you look like you check out, pal...
[—and apparently Albert is somewhere in the vicinity, too, given the proximity of his voice as, presumably unbeknownst to him, his Gear goes Shuckling across the floor.]
No obvious growths, no changes in teeth or coat, eyes still look bright, appetite's good...
[The purple head and glittering diamond eyes of a Sableye creep into view on the camera now, disrupting the slow-moving shot of the ceiling, and a minute later things go dark as two little clawed hands close over the lens and Gear.]
Huh. Doesn't look like there's an upper limit to these things after all. Never mind the fact that education of yours just cost as much as grad school, if not — what're you doing, Impy? Don't play with that. Just leave it there, it's fine.
[The darkness recedes, and now the Gear is on its side on a lab table — one currently covered in the pieces of fifteen broken TMs — and Albert is visible next to it. He's wearing his lab coat and gloves as usual, and is holding a Buneary who is rather nonchalantly nibbling at a piece of lettuce.
Albert continues his inspection of the Buneary another few moments, then checks his watch and heads out of sight, still carrying the Pokemon in his arms.]
Sweep and Scrappy can take care of the mess. Let's get you back in the cage, Bruce.
[And on that note, purple hands descend again, and after a few buttons click, the Gear switches off.]
Which, as a matter of fact, is exactly what's happening.
Unfortunately for these criminal masterminds, their getaway is moving at approximately the speed of molasses left out on a park bench in Siberia, so more likely than not they're going to be noticed before anything productive comes of it.]
Well, you look like you check out, pal...
[—and apparently Albert is somewhere in the vicinity, too, given the proximity of his voice as, presumably unbeknownst to him, his Gear goes Shuckling across the floor.]
No obvious growths, no changes in teeth or coat, eyes still look bright, appetite's good...
[The purple head and glittering diamond eyes of a Sableye creep into view on the camera now, disrupting the slow-moving shot of the ceiling, and a minute later things go dark as two little clawed hands close over the lens and Gear.]
Huh. Doesn't look like there's an upper limit to these things after all. Never mind the fact that education of yours just cost as much as grad school, if not — what're you doing, Impy? Don't play with that. Just leave it there, it's fine.
[The darkness recedes, and now the Gear is on its side on a lab table — one currently covered in the pieces of fifteen broken TMs — and Albert is visible next to it. He's wearing his lab coat and gloves as usual, and is holding a Buneary who is rather nonchalantly nibbling at a piece of lettuce.
Albert continues his inspection of the Buneary another few moments, then checks his watch and heads out of sight, still carrying the Pokemon in his arms.]
Sweep and Scrappy can take care of the mess. Let's get you back in the cage, Bruce.
[And on that note, purple hands descend again, and after a few buttons click, the Gear switches off.]
[action]
[Hey, she's mostly ballet and piano--the only reason she knows opera nearly as well is Tali.]
But we shall see. A change from this would be welcome, no matter what it is.
[At 'this' she waves her hand, indicating...well, everything. The ambient music and all.]
[action]
[AND LO. THE CONCERT HALL LOOMS.
You gotta give 'em credit, it's a pretty swag-looking place. Albert extracts a hand long enough to glance at his watch.]
Right on time.
[action]
It is an impressive building, she will admit that.]
Almost as if you planned it.
[Teasing, because...you kinda did. This was your idea after all.]
[action]
[Girl, come on now. Also, this time he will hold the door, guiding her into a wide open lobby with a massive crystal chandelier and lush red carpet underfoot, velvet ropes on gold posts and dapper employees in crisp black suits waiting to check tickets and take coats.]
[action]
I was teasing, you know.
[She kinda does that. She also unconsciously straightens as they walk in, not that she ever walks with bad posture--but her usual mannerisms are more relaxed. She can play the high society game, though.
She slips out of her coat to hand it to the employee running the coat check, along with her scarf and gloves.]
[action]
You weren't the only one.
[— lord almighty did that just happen you better believe it just did.
He does the same with his coat, pausing only to extract the tickets, and then in a surprising moment of god only knows, he falls into step beside Ziva, with the hand not holding the tickets coming to rest lightly at the small of her back as they maneuver their way through the room.
The two tickets get them past the velvet ropes with little to no delay, and now it's just a matter of making their way to their designated balcony seats for the show.]
[action]
She takes the hand and its location as just another part of the dance, so to speak--she's not going to threaten to take Albert's arm off at the shoulder or throw him over her own because this night has actually been pretty nice and that would ruin it fast. And would get them kicked out, most likely. Nope, especially since
Ziva is mooching a sleeping placethey live in the same house, that's definitely not an option, even if she were inclined to do so.][action]
It's a fair walk — he got good seats, not the best ones — but they still manage to beat the orchestra, who is just beginning to tune up as they arrive at their seats. As concert hall seating goes, they're pretty comfortable — cushy and velvet, in an area with good acoustics and a richly warm color scheme.]
[action]
This place really is full of surprises.
[An actually nice concert hall, in the middle of all this ridiculousness? Shocking.]
[action]
[He casts around a little, then finds two programs and returns with them, handing one to her before sinking into his own seat and beginning to thumb through it.]