somethingwithturquoise | Party Planet A.W.K. 420:69, Far Flung Space, Friday Evening [06/19].

Summer was honestly feeling so glad that next year was a milestone birthday that she already had something very simple but important planned, because this one was just stressing her out way too much. Which was dumb, because she shouldn't have to impress anyone on her birthday, but she still, you know, wanted to impress people and no one wanted to be known as the girl with the lame birthday party, and it would be kind of hard to beat a party planet party next year, anyway, but that was, like, a problem for 21-year-old Summer, because the newly minted 20-year-old Summer was just going to let lose and really enjoy the fruits of poor, sad 19-year-old Summer's hard work, dedication, and social anxiety.

Because it was a party planet. And there was no moping allowed. Anyone who gets caught moping gets immediately spaced.

(Not really, because getting spaced was fucking brutal, but whatever, just have fun or something, it's not that hard).

[[ ~~annnnd of course I'll be working on some~~ OCD is up! Have at it! I know Summer did manage to invite a few people ICly, but, honestly, if you want to come along and/or I didn't get a chance to catch you or your characters, you're still more than welcome to hop that portal and come alone, the more the merrier, even if (especially if?) it's accidental. Come party in space! ]]

[[ and yes, it's dumb how pleased I am with that planet name ]]

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Hey, three planets in 24 hours could be a good thing! At least it wasn't boring?

Summer met those questions with a grin that answered them all on their own. "I am," she gushed. "Kind of hard not to! Everything's going really well!"

Which she knew felt like an invitation for disaster to rear its ugly head right about now, but she was feeling optimistic!

"Did you think it wouldn't?" she had to ask, since she didn't really know this crowd well.

"I mean," said Summer, making sure to keep her smile in place and not let any of that disaster paranoia leak through, "there's always the possibility, right? And my universe has a habit of having things go really, really wrong..."

Even if it was mostly just the destruction of her social status she was worried about. Invading hostile aliens? Threat of a planetary explosion? Monsters from the far reaches of space? Easy peasy!

Lucifer Morningstar thinking she threw a lame party? Ohmygod, just end it all now.

"Such as... how?"

She'd heard some things from Summer's universe. But this was a party. Everything was fine at a party, right?

"Like..." Summer had to think a moment. Not because it was hard finding an example, but because it was hard picking just one. "I mean...one of the last big parties I want to out thos way involved a wedding that got crashed by the Galactic Federation, which resulted in Earth getting invaded, my whole family going on the lam for a while, and the groom getting shot. Granted, that was more than two years.ago, before my time at Fandom, , and it was mostly just a big plot to try to get my grampa, but still. It was a wedding. Like, no one saw that coming."

Ugh. Tammy. You bitch.

But now Summer was wondering if she had to keep an eye on Tricia or Christina from home, least they decided now was a good time to pull their own Tammy...

"So I should have brought a lightsaber to the party?" Rey asked.

"I mean," said Summer, her smile almost apologetic, "it definitely never hurts, does it? Half the reason I picked this dress is because the skirts nice and roomy for the little laser pea shooter I brought with me."

"I didn't even know laser pea shooters existed," Rey said, smiling a little. "I'm glad you're prepared."

Rey... actually wasn't that worried if something did happen. Huh.

Because Rey didn't even need her lightsaber to be badass, Summer was an awesome shot, they had a death god and the devil, someone with prehensile hair, and her best friend Mr. PB here tonight? That was all pretty good insurance without even considering what Amaya and the two Radchaai might be possible of adding to it. Like...punching. And maybe throwing tea?

"It is adorable," Summer assured Rey, as if that was the most important part of about her little laser pea shooter. "I'll show you later. I have a feeling if I were to do it now, that would cause exactly the sort of thing we're talking about avoiding."

"Yeah, let's not," Rey nodded. "It's probably a good idea to avoid weapons at parties in general."

Party Planet A.W.K. 420:69, Far Flung Space, Friday Evening [06/19].

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