Summer Smith (
somethingwithturquoise) wrote2019-10-01 10:02 am
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The Causeway; Tuesday Afternoon [10/01].
Hopefully no one needed to immediately get down the causeway that afternoon, because there was a small, violently pink spaceship accented with turquoise flames blocking a good portion of it right now. But, come on. There was no way in hell Summer was going to haul all her crap across the island to the scrapyard where it had previously been parked when MHA was right there by the causeway and it was so much closer and she could literally just move it up a little if it was a problem. It was bad enough she had so much stuff to drag down anyway, and Pancakes was already making a racket, not exactly pleased with being stuck in a carrier for the time being to make sure she stayed out of the way of all the last minute loading.
Anxiety was also a big thing right now, but Summer was trying to ignore that, and, though she felt she'd settled everything for the most part, she felt like she might be missing something. She didn't know what, and it was probably just nerves and sadness that she was also trying to ignore, but, either way, she felt she couldn't just up and leave, even if she'd been building up to this for ages, so she sent out a text to some of the more frequently texted numbers in her phone (and perhaps a few not-so-frequent) that went something along the lines of "LAST CHANCE TO BE AWESOME AND HELP ME LOAD MY CRAP! This ship is set to sail in T-minus how is it already go time? -<3, S."
Sure, she had Rey coming to help her out, both here and when she got to Coruscant, but extra hands didn't hurt, especially when it was probably the last time she'd see some of those hands for a while...
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Anxiety was also a big thing right now, but Summer was trying to ignore that, and, though she felt she'd settled everything for the most part, she felt like she might be missing something. She didn't know what, and it was probably just nerves and sadness that she was also trying to ignore, but, either way, she felt she couldn't just up and leave, even if she'd been building up to this for ages, so she sent out a text to some of the more frequently texted numbers in her phone (and perhaps a few not-so-frequent) that went something along the lines of "LAST CHANCE TO BE AWESOME AND HELP ME LOAD MY CRAP! This ship is set to sail in T-minus how is it already go time? -<3, S."
Sure, she had Rey coming to help her out, both here and when she got to Coruscant, but extra hands didn't hurt, especially when it was probably the last time she'd see some of those hands for a while...
[[I HATE THAT I'M TYPING THIS RIGHT NOW BUT IT'S SUMMER'S LAST OFFICIAL ON-ISLAND POST FOR A WHILE NOW. If you think you'd have gotten a text, you totes did! Small OCD and entirely open post! ]]

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Gawking at the ridiculous spaceship is also totally an option, too.
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And uh, maybe she'd avoided telling Kanan that she was going. Because it'd be fine.
She did have to stop, though, and say, "That's what we're going in?"
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"It is!" Summer said, beaming proudly over at the ship, which she seriously fell in love with the more and more she looked at it. "Sabine did a great job, you should have seen the thing when I got it. Complete junker, but a lot of love went into her, and now look at her. I can bet you anything no one's going to have a ship like her. She runs like a dream, too, Here and I put in so much
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Don't even ask that question, Summer, you knew the answer, and it rhymed with Bile of Bikea.
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Here and offering a hand and absolutely not freaking out, see how good a job he was doing of not freaking out? In fact, if he was kind of gaping openly at Summer's ship (look, he'd been avoiding the scrapyard a lot lately), it was possible that was at least in part because his other option was to start freaking out.
"Well, nobody can deny you've got your branding down."
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She hadn't really had too many of those big oof moments lately, either, she'd probably gotten pretty soft to them thanks to not being surrounded by complete jerks her whole life anymore.
"Hey, Beeg," she said, offering a smile and wondering if she should tell him it was okay for him to say that he hated it, although, really, come on! "She's definitely going to get some mouths moving, you gotta at least admit that."
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There was a pause, and then he added, "It's very you, Summer. I don't think you could do this any other way."
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If you were Steve, the answer was yes. And you also needed the "New Joys of Jello" cookbook to go with it. "It's going to be entirely too normal without you," he teased.
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But it was okay, maybe Steeeeve just knew he couldn't outdo the new master.
"Well, that's the biggest load of bullcrap," yes, she kept it PG just for you, Steeeeve, "I've ever heard. This place wasn't normal when I got here, and it's definitely not going to be normal once I leave, either."
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Good luck with the jello business.
She told herself it was just because she wanted to stay on good terms for practical reasons.
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Good luck with the plant, she texted back, smirking faintly as she referenced the
oh-so-handwaveyparting gift she'd left behind for her latest unexpected customer in non-jello-related enterprises.And, after what felt like as much of a dramatic pause as one could get via text, add:
And Tino
With at least a few of those laughing-crying emoji, because seriously.
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Seivarden might have added some irony emojis here if she had actually figured out what they were.
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Still, he was here, bearing a parting gift (a number of good cookbooks for aspic and gelatin) and willing to help one of his more enthusiastic students.
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But any thoughts along those lines were strictly narrative, as her face lit up for a moment and then dimmed just slightly as it was wont do in at moments like this that reminded her why just slipping off into the night was a million times easier.
"Dr. Lecter!" she lifted a hand in greeting after nestling a box in with the others. "Hey."
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"And even most of that's already taken care of," she said with a wry sort of smile back and a glance back at nearly every available space on that ship being utilized to the best of its capacity. "Plus, I've got Rey to help me out when we get there, so, yeah, everything's....pretty much set."
Set and sealed and then that was it...it was weird. She was ready, of course, but at the same time...
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It'd been like two months.
And she'd missed it.
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Even though she already knew how to fly a ship before any of that, but details, details.
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OOC - 10/01.
On the other hand.....noooooooooooo