somethingwithturquoise | 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...

[[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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Yeah. Summer was definitely going for something entirely different there.

"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...

"Be careful, okay?" Hera wasn't going to fret like Kanan, but she was still going to worry. "Good luck. And if you need anything, just let me know. I'll talk to my contacts and have someone get in touch with you if they can, but you can always call here."

Well. No one could fret quite like Kanan. Summer smiled softly, giving Hera nod. "I will," she promised. "Don't worry. If anything, there's a whole galaxy out there, I'm sure I can figure something out if things go a little off. I've gotten out of some pretty bad pickles before, I'm sure I can get myself out of more, even if it'd be nice if I didn't have to."

"I know what you mean." Hera smiled. "You'll do fine. We'll still worry, of course, but you will."

She sobered a little. "In case I haven't said it before, thank you. This is a big thing you're doing."

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