I'm gonna move to the southwest, and, I don't know...

RageFest had only been a few days for Summer at this point, but she was already having a blast. And she hadn't even debuted her jello yet! That was for next week, when things were really going to amp up, but, boy, things were off to a great start. She'd already....well, things were all sort of a blur, and she hadn't really been spending a whole lot of time at the townhouse. But last night, there was this whole fire show that went horribly wrong (or, depending on who you asked, gloriously right), and she, like so many others in the crowd, fled the scene in a hurry, lest they all get caught in the far more personal than intended pyrotechnics. In the rush, she ended up all but colliding with some guy, which was pretty irritating until she actually got a look at this absolute stud, and then, well, one thing led to another, especially once he told her he could read mind, and she made him prove it by thinking the most depraved, dirtiest things at him, and she didn't even need to say a word after that.

And with Liliana and Ignis still back at Fandom? Perfect. She might not have had to say a word, but she still had plenty of noise to make.

So imagine her surprise when she, eventually woke up, threw on a shirt and bounced down the stairs to find Ignis in her...err, their....kitchen.

She stared for a moment, thinking maybe if she didn't move...

"Hello, Summer."

"Dammit. How are you so good at that?"

"Well, to your credit, anyone could have been fooled by such a graceful gazelle of a descent."

Summer stuck here tongue out at Ignis (was that a flash of something metal on her tongue? Maybe. She'd like to see him hear that!), gave a little finger-waggling wave over to Liliana, and immediately moved over to the coffee pot. She didn't need the caffeine, though, to instantly perk up with bright enthusiasm. "But that's perfect, actually! You being here! Now you can make us some breakfast."

A brow lifted. "Us?"

Somehow, Ignis didn't think Summer was referring to brunching with her esteemed hosts.

"Yeaaaaah." And what Ignis could hear now for certain was the grin in it. "I might've brought someone home last night? I mean, I'm probably going to try and ditch him with the Izzet later because there's word of a secret Dimir pop-up club tonight, so I guess that's like....a speakeasy but with drugs and Russian roulette, although I guess they call it Dimiri blackjack or something, IDK....and he's really fucking cute, like, Ignis. Adorable. But he'll definitely just cramp my style. Either way, he should be down in a moment, he's just up there rocking a piss, so I hope you have a lot of eggs, because my guy is gonna need that protein replenishment."

The intake of Ignis' breath seemed to be taking into account a lot of things, but, in that moment, the only one he was going to address was going to Liliana.

"Remind me again," he requested, "why we thought this was a good idea?"

But if you thought he wasn't already pulling out more ingredients to double the portions of the meal he was in the middle of making, then you clearly didn't know Ignis. But that did remind him of another issue.

"And please, Summer," he said, "tell me you're going to be doing something with all this jello stuff soon, because there's barely any room to work in here with all your paraphernalia everywhere."

"Don't sweat it, my dude," Summer waved a hand dismissively, but she did swoop in to start moving some of her things to a place less in his way, and, in her defense, she wasn't expecting them, if she had she might have already taken care of it. "I'm launching officially next week. I wanna hit up the Gruul with it first, after I totally kick some ass--ooooh, actually, I wonder if I'll have time to whip something up for tonight, that could be a good way to get some whispers already stirring around town..."

Dammit, Ignis! Making her think this early (ish) in the morning day afternoon! But she might be able to pull it off...

[[ for thems that are there, anyone who might want to get in touch, and nfb for distance! ]]

Summer had promised Stark that she'd show off her massive red robot ferret to him (not a euphemism, oh-em-geeee), and she figured the best way to do that was to just take him to where the thing was kept when not in use. Or, rather, to take him close to where it was kept, because it was actually kept at the bottom of the ocean.

"Okay," she said, once they'd portaled onto one of the larger outcroppings of rock, surrounded by the vast blue ocean, the stench of seaweed and salt water, and with the cawing of seagulls over head. She firmly set her GoTron pilot helmet on her head and then pulled her portal gun back out. "So you just wait here. I have to portal back the the house because the only way to access the cockpit is through the transport tubes, which will then suck me from the house into my ferret, and then I'll bring her out here so you can see her. Sound good?"

Because surely there was nothing nerve-wracking about the woman who just broke up to you leaving you all by yourself on a random rocky island in the middle of the ocean just because she basically said trust me bruh, right?

[[ for the aforementioned Stark and very NFB for distance ]]

So, yesterday had been....honestly a lot, but Summer had been thinking it could have been much worse. Sure, things at the bar were awkward, but she felt she sort of skirted around the issue she was trying to avoid pretty effectively. Squirrel brain was only going to get her so far, though, and she'd completely failed to take into account the fact that her apartment was right below Stark's, and in a vacuum, she could probably convince herself that her shaking him off after he walked her home had been super effective, she could actually hear him pacing upstairs pretty much all night, probably wringing his hands and trying to figure out where it was he'd gone wrong, which definitely made it clear to her that she needed to just get this over with and have this conversation.

Knowing as she did that he hadn't probably slept much, though, she made sure to swing by the Perk and pick up coffee and donuts for them both, because even though this was going to suck, at least they'd have caffeine and sugar to make it a little better.

So after a brief moment of thinking about just not, Summer reprimanded herself, took a deep breath, and knocked on the door.


[[for the very permissibly modded alien in the apartment, please and thank you~ ]]

One of the things Summer loved about these tropical school trips is that the making jello shots from local products to really celebrate the place they were visiting during her Wednesday Room Party was sooooo freaking easy. And Barbados had some great options, so, after spending a day of setting it up and getting snacks and other drinks for everyone to enjoy, she was ready to open her door and invite people in for yet another successful room party!

Snacks were moddable and danced that line between typical party fare and local inspirations, and the same could be said for the beer, soda, and stuff for mixing drinks. The jello shots, though, were obviously the stars of the show: passion fruit and prosecco and passion fruit and rum (from yesterday's distillery tour, even!), mango and pineapple and coconut. Even some avocado and something spicy with some local scotch bonnet peppers, and some more with rum, one with root beer and one with ginger beer.

But that starfruit punch was probably her best worst idea ever.

Whatever, it was Wednesday on a school trip! The room was actually really great for this sort of thing, too! Come party it up and regret some decisions in the morning! It's fine, you've still got plenty of days of vacation recovery time left!

[[ flying OCD free, so come on in! texts, messages, and conversational invites may be modded at will~ ]]

Today was the day that had been ultimately ascribed to be Stark's Official Unofficial Birthday, and, so, of course, Summer asked what he would like to do for it. And Stark, of course, had been predictably vague and uncertain. She managed to squeeze out of him the idea of a nice fancy dinner date, and so she put gears into motion and got them a nice reservation at a local Baltimore restaurant.

Sure, they could've gone almost anywhere in the multiverse, but there was a certain sweet quaintness to just hopping over to the nearest mainland city.

And also Summer had been seeing Of Love and Regrets popping off on some of her more culinary hipster social media radars, so that made it a done deal.

"The regret," she had assured him with convincing confidence "refers to the morning after having a few too many of their cocktails."

Probably. But she had already anticipated that the place's name would immediately cause some concern.

Anyway, they were there now and Summer was looking cute as hell and positioning her phone to get a good shot of her Pink Opps drink.

Because of course that was the one she'd get.

[[ for the birthday bf! And nfb for distance, unless Leroy really wants to be a creepy weirdo about it ]]

The suite that Summer and Stark had been given had boasted being "spacious and perfect for entertaining," and so now Summer was putting that claim to the test with her traditional School Trip Wednesday Night Room Party. Texts had been sent out to remind people of the party or to inform them if it was their first trip (with a caveat that if you were underage, Gladio Amicitia will kick you out, but that was mostly just a formality because, here in Quebec, the drinking age was 18, and she was pretty sure even their youngest students were at least that age now, but, either way, she was covering her bases for resposible chaperone behavior!), and then a good portion of her day was spent getting the jello shots ready, setting up snacks, getting other alternate drinks, and then utilizing this 'perfect for entertaining' space to its full advantage.

And, of course, all the shots were locally inspired and, when possible, locally sourced. You had
Maple Bourbon Cider, Maple Almond, a little French Martini, Honeysuckle Mimosas enchanced with local honeysuckle berries, an Ultimate Caeser, some flag representation, and, of course, the poutine jello shot.

(For which, oddly enough!, there were no recipes to link. Rude!)

The cooler was also filled with bottles of water, Canada Dry, and Puppers and other local brews, and there was a good selection of other booze if you wanted to mix your own drink (especially if you were pouring some of that Gus N Bru).

And the snacks? Of course you have your ketchup chips and all-dressed and dill picklers, and other varieties of moddable party food, but you really don't want to miss the poutine punchbowl.

So come on in! It was Wednesday night! There was a playlist pumping that had only Canadian artists on it (with an emphasis on ones from Quebec, but not exclusively because come on). Time for a mid-week classic room party!

[[ open party is open and flying OCD-free! Swing by, enjoy the party and free booze and snacks and please don't mind if I disappear due to being eaten by work! ]]

The worst part about sleeping was eventually having to get up. And Summer, of course, had really wanted to sleep in. Being as popular as she was and everything, she'd had a wild night of partying yesterday, and she was probably going to have a pretty solid social life for the rest of the weekend. It was hard being so popular sometimes! But there was at least one good thing about waking up, and as she reluctantly felt herself slipping out of sleep, she wriggled a little with a pleased smile and went to turn over to reach over and touch--

Summer stopped. Her hand patted at the shape of the person in the bed next to her, as if to confirm that her eyes weren't just playing a trick on her, and then she was just confused.

"Wait," she said, wrinkling her nose a little. "You're not my girlfriend..."

That party last night must have been insaaaaaaane.

Summer was immediately turning back over to reach for the phone charging on the bedside table.

"Wait, this isn't even my phone."

She was, as it so happened, fully dressed, weirdly enough, and sat up while checking her back pocket and breathed a sigh of relief. "Oh, thank god," she said, and immediately started texting Christina to ask what happened last night and where was she and she didn't know where she was, she was just with some random guy with a mask? Yeah, right? Like totally weird. Do you think one of those other version of herself was somehow involved? Yeah, no, probably, ugh, why were other versions of her just the absolute worse??

[[ and also open! Especially for the shamelessly modded person with her ]]

On Wednesday, Summer had learned that today was Harley's birthday, and Harley had learned that there clubs in space, and so naturally, the two of them were putting one and one together and taking Harley out to go space clubbing for her birthday, because, like, obviously.

And also dragging Atton with them, because hilarious. And the crossover between people who were apparently supposed to think he'd been iced in space and those who knew for a fact that he hadn't been was very slim, and Summer was going to take advantage of those spheres aligning as much as possible.

So there they were, in a space club. It was very cool, but also very space-y, especially in the fact that they were in the minority as far as looking distinctly human went, the music was crazy but had a good beat you could definitely dance to, and literally every single drink glowed, because that's what drinks just did in space clubs, duh. And even though Summer didn't know Harley too well at this point, she felt it was a good idea to at least let the bartender know that they were working with human digestion here and to restrict accordingly, but also she'd arranged for a special birthday drink with, like, cool space sparkles or whatever, to be brought out to her at some point.

But, either way, it was definitely more interesting that just hopping to the mainland, and they'd taken her ship here, too, so if this club ended up sucking, they could just head somewhere else instead. But she'd always had good vibes at this one, and there was a minimum of people likely to drop in that might also facilitate a hasty exit.

[[ mostly for the birthday girl and that old man, but, hey, you wanna be at a random space club, get in contact, nudge yourself into an invitation, I'm so not gonna complain....too much. And NFB for distance, obvi ]]

It was honestly for the best that this was getting down now rather than later, where it would either brew into something so much more than the original issue or Summer could somehow manage to weasel her way out of things and never bring it up and just keep avoiding Stark for as long as either of them were capable. And with it being a small island and themselves pretty inextricably tied to each other in various ways and what not, wasn't probably going to be that long anyway.

So, after work, and wielding a bottle of whiskey and a 2 liter of Cherry Vanilla Dr. Pepper to mix it with, she went upstairs and knocked on Stark's door, and kept stealing glances at the whiskey and sort of wishing she'd thought to open it and take a few good swigs on the way.

[[ for he that lives there of course! ]]

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