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Some Space Jail; Planet [Unknown]; Dimension [Unknown]; Saturday [08/08].

SO THAT WENT WELL.

After what had been an botched attempt to test out some coordinates to see if Summer was anywhere near figuring out how to get Seivarden home and winding up on her (very unfortunately named) good friend Mr. Poopybutthole's home planet, where his hopes to finally escape the clutches of his own celebrity were dashed like so many of the citizens waiting in the lobby had been against the wall, it would appear that Summer and Seivarden were indeed incarcerated in space jail, stripped of all their possessions, but, hey, at least the striped tops in this space jail were actually kind of cute, and they let Summer keep the hat from Mr. PB's disguise and Seivarden got to keep her gloves. They were small favors, perhaps, for all they were worth.

"I don't know how," Summer muttered to herself, clinging to the bars of the cell's door and glowering at the backs of the guards as they retreated after locking them up, "but I'll save you, PB. I'm gonna protect you..."

She was silent for a moment, and then cried out, "I am a citizen of Earth! I have rights! You can't treat me this way!"

But she knew it was falling on deaf ears, and she knew it was hopeless, so Summer gave a small kick to the door out of frustration, hopped a little while grabbing her toes because, fuck, that was a solid ass door!, and then bounced on one foot over to the wall, where her back hit it and she slid down slowly. Once there, she looked over miserably at Seivarden, but...at least she wasn't stuck in space jail alone.

"I'm sorry I, like, totally biffed this and got you thrown in space jail, Seivarden," she offered, though it sounded pretty lame and not at all helpful.

[[ for the gloved accomplice and whatever SP it may entail! and NFB fer distance, natch ]]

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Seivarden, leaning against another wall, glared at her. Silently. Then she groaned and buried her face in her hands.

"I said I'm sorry!" Summer whined, somewhat desperately, because that was totally harsh, but also completely understandable, and then she grunted, and tilted her head back against the wall and let out her own little groan, followed by a sigh.

"I mean," she then said, "it could be worse. At least they didn't just execute us on sight, right? This means we can probably figure out a way to get out of here before they do decide to make a public spectacle of our brutal deaths..."

"So we get to be executed by some..." she waved a hand towards the door "people with bad naming habits, unless we come up with an idea to break out of..." she gestured around the room "this. Which isn't very likely. What the fuck, Summer? What were you thinking? Couldn't we just have had pancakes with the cats and the hot waiters?"

"We're not going to get executed," Summer said, rolling her eyes. "We broke into Rosa Diaz's apartment, Seivarden, that's got to be a cake walk compared to breaking out a space jail. I just...need some time to think about it, and then we'll save Mr. PB for realsies this time, and then go back and have pancakes with cats and hot waiters. I helped break my grampa out of the universe's most top security prison once," sure, there were a lot of convenient circumstances including Rick actually breaking out at the same time she and Morty were trying to bust him out, but details, details, "we're going to get out of here, I promise!"

Which seemed like a bold claim to make right now, but...

"I was just trying to help," she added, softer this time, shoulders sagging, picking idly at the remnants of pink fingernail polish still clinging to her thumb but seriously needing a new coat.

Seivarden was just about to complain about Summer bringing up them breaking into Rosa's apartment, but then looked at her.

"You get to pay for the pancakes," she said, not really believing that they would get out. With a deep sigh, she added: "At least... never mind."

Despite herself, Summer had to grin a little at the pancakes comment, figuring a bill for breakfast was getting off pretty easy for this whole debacle. So now all she had to do was just figure something out, and she was pretty sure she would, she just had to wait for the right inspiration to strike, or, if anything, they could probably plan a pretty good attack for when they came to get them to execute them.

That was assuming they'd do that. Punching their way out of here would be a little trickier if they planned to just let the two of them rot in here until the end of time.

...she decided she wouldn't mention that possibility to Seivarden. Yet.

"At least what?" she prompted instead, because, come on, Seivarden, you didn't expect her to just let you leave that there, right?

"Things have just been complicated lately," Seivarden said. "This puts it in perspective."

There was a bait there, Summer.

Oh, was there?

"Complicated?" Summer asked. "With you? Nooooo..."

She almost even managed to say that with a straight face!

Almost!

Seivarden looked at her.

"What do you mean?"

And Summer just looked back at Seivarden for a moment before shrugging her shoulders.

They were probably going to be in here for a while, so...

"What do you think I mean?" she countered.

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"That my life is generally complicated," Seivarden said, "but I do find that a bit of an exaggeration."

"She said," said Summer, "sitting in her cell in a space jail from at failed attempt to get back to the right universe that she'd been misplaced from for years." She grinned faintly. "But that's probably the perspective you were talking about, huh?"

"This isn't complicated, this is a disaster," Seivarden observed. "My life is complicated because one of my friends keep insisting I do something that will totally mess up my friendship with someone else. Oh, and apparently I'm a doormat."

That was ridiculous.

"Well, that's a little dramatic," said Summer, who would definitely be saying exactly what Seivarden had said if she was by herself or with her grampa and brother, but this situation clearly needed her to be the level-headed one. "It's not a disaster, it's an inconvenience. We're going to get out of here."

Somehow. She hoped...

...no. She couldn't think like that. They HAD to. It wasn't just them in jail, either, but Mr. PB was left to the mercy of all those rabid fans...

She let out a breath and looked over.

"Is this about Amaya and Lucifer?" she asked.

"You're just trying to cheer me up, aren't you?" she said. "And yes, of course it is. And it's really annoying."

She was not a doormat.

Summer was just going to look at Seivarden in confused bewilderment for a moment because where in the multi verse did that constitute as cheering someone up, then she shook her head a little, because there was no point in making sense out of half the things Seivarden said.

Also, Seivarden might as well have the word 'WELCOME' stamped on her forehead, in Summer's experience, but sure you weren't, Seivarden.

"That's not even complicated, though," said Summer. "I mean, if you don't want to mess up things with your one friend," she was pretty sure who was who in this situation, but wasn't going to be the one to bust out identities, "just ignore the other friends but if the other friend has some good points, well...he's probably just looking out for you. Do you think they're good points?"

She was stuck in a prison cell on some insane planet so she might just as well tell Summer everything.

"Well, I think Lucifer has the best intentions, but would you try to talk about how you feel about your friendship with Amaya, when she has explicit rules against it?"

Or rather, talking about the sex.

"And then I'm the one who doesn't want to talk about things because I don't want to talk to either of them about it."

Her frustration with this was becoming increasingly obvious.

"Aatr's tits, can't they behave like adults."

"Wait. Rules?"

That seemed worth exploring.

That middle part, though, felt like kind of a knot, so she wasn't sure she was following, but she was still going to just offer, "So....then...just don't talk to either of them about it?"

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"Yes. Three of them. I forget exactly, but it's about not telling anyone, not getting attached and not talking about it."

She turned her head to look at Summer.

"And I tried, but Lucifer is still upset and called me a doormat."

She sighed. "Why do they make things so complicated?"

Summer's head tilted, considering those rules, then narrowed her eyes, as she seemed to be laying out a whole blueprint in front of her eyes and overlaying it with this new knowledge, while her face seemed to go through a whole range of emotions from speculative to impressed to confused to a sort of understanding, and a definite conclusion that she might have some holes to pick at here and there.

"I mean," she said, "they're not bad rules...for, like, flings are whatever, and it's obvious she likes to keep that shit personal; meanwhile, you've got Lucifer who like to flaunt and wear his sex appeal like it's one of his nice suits. That's, like, complete polar opposites, and you're stuck right there in the middle...."

And then, another thought: "Wait, though...thought experiment time, but, like, if you just listened to what Lucifer's apparently insisting on, doesn't that make you just as much his doormat? Honestly, at that point, just do what you want, Seivarden, fuck 'em both. I mean, you have, but...you know what I mean."

That was actually a good point.

"I generally prefer not to hide things or obsessively bribe squirrels, but I also don't see why I'd have to talk about it if it works. And, and I'm not sure why I'm telling you this, but I'm not sleeping with Amaya anymore, so what's the point?"

She might die in a crazy prison. She needed to get this off her chest.

Summer's brow furrowed a little at that.

"You and Lucifer aren't going exclusive, are you?" she asked. "Or was this Amaya's choice? It's not because I knew, was it? I swear, I didn't tell her that I know. I only mentioned it to you and Tisarwat."

"Do either Lucifer or I come across as people who would go exclusive? And besides, I'm going to die in this fucking prison, so it wouldn't work even if we for some weird reason would."

She paused.

"Do you remember that party when everyone was very... honest?"

"Jeeeeez-us," Summer grunted, rolling her eyes, "you're not going to fucking die here, will you cut it with that morbid shit? It's not helpful. And, duh, yeah, of course I remember that party."

It had been awesome for her, but she wasn't about to say that beecause she knew she was very firmly in the minority on that one.

"I told Lucifer I am... was sleeping with Amaya. Or, well, I said enough for him to figure it out. Then he told Amaya something about her hurting me, and she avoided me for a week. Then Lucifer persuaded me to talk about it with Amaya, and she got really upset and said she was hurt, and that she could 'take or leave' the sex."

That last part still hurt so she was going to pretend it didn't.

"No one has ever said that to me!"

"Ohmygod," said Summer, after a long, long moment, "what is this ~~meta for~~Degrassi High bullshit and how are you all older than me?"

And then there was another moment, because there was so much to unpack there, it would take at least two unboxing videos.

"You know what we need?" she then asked. "I mean, you know, once we get out of here?"

It was rhetorical, so she went ahead with the answer, with a firm, conclusive decision. "A sangria night. It'll be exactly like this, but better, because there's wine and we'll not be in space jail."

"Yes, that too. I'm too old for this kind of drama. Can't I just sleep with people and don't have to deal with all these issues?"

That was because you never used to have to deal with people's issues.

"Sangria is some kind of wine?"

"And that," said Summer, "is why I do all my business off island."

Sure, Summer, it definitely didn't have anything to do with the fact that you had absolutely no game on island, but you keep telling yourself that.

"But, yes," she then added, before anyone noticed any huge gaping holes in that statement. "It's a very strong fruity wine and it's delicious and it's perfect for getting you through a bunch of issues with your girlfriends. I had a sangria night with Rey not too long ago, and I really think it helped her out."

It had mostly dissolved into Summer giving her frequent firm but drunken affirmations about agency, but still!

"You can just let everything out." Her voice dropped into a mysterious sort of whisper with an opening, releasing gesture of her hands, "Tell all your problems to the sangria."

Seivarden paused.

"And to you."

Summer grinned.

It was almost cute when Seivarden proved that she wasn't really as dumb as she seemed most of the time.

"And to me," she agreed, since there was no point in denying it, and she laughed a little. "But I am a really good listener, Seivarden. Maybe that's all you need, just someone to talk to about it that's not all tangled up," well, mostly not, "in all...that."

There was another pause.

"You might have a point. As long as you're aware I tell you things in confidence."

"Seivarden," Summer said, leveling a frank look at her, "if it weren't for that party, you wouldn't even know that I knew about you and Amaya. Trust me. I can keep secrets. I don't know where you get this idea that I'm going to just turn around and babble it to everyone."

"Well," Seivarden said. "You can be a bit nosy. I suppose that doesn't mean you can't keep secrets, but..."

Summer shrugged. "I like to know things," she admitted easily. "Especially things that other people don't know, so being nosy is one thing, but being a gossip about it just defeats the purpose.

"Plus," she added quietly, looking down at her hands again, "I like being able to help my friends."

Even if that was exactly what got them into this mess in the first place.

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Seivarden held back her first instinct to say something sarcastic about her now being in a prison. Instead she just said:

"I've noticed."

There was nothing sarcastic or accusatory about it.

And then Summer, with a good long clear view of herself in that moment, almost said something about how knowing things and being able to help people was important because it made her valuable, but she didn't, especially since she wasn't exactly living up to that at this exact moment.

So, instead, she closed her eyes and vowed that she would figure this out. She kind of had to.

"Besides," she then added, opening her eyes again with a faint grin, "you totally said back there that you trusted me, you can't take that back now."

"It was... in a desperate moment."

Seivarden looked at her.

"You're not going to forget that, are you?"

"A desperate moment?" Summer quirked a brow. "Really?"

She snorted as she shook her head and left it there.

"Don't worry," she said, with a determined look toward the cell door, "you won't, either."

"Is that 'if we get out of here' or 'if we die here'?" Seivarden said. "What's your plan?"

"It's a when we get out of here, Seivarden," Summer said firmly. "But I don't know yet, I'm still working on it, but I'll get there, okay? I'm not just going to leave you or PB just out in the lurch like this."

"You're trying to help," Seivarden said with a sigh. "I get that. Sometimes you can't though."

She leaned back against the wall.

"Well," said Summer, "I'm not about to just give up, either."

And the restlessness and the turn in the conversation got her feeling nasty again, so she sighed a little herself, and then crawled over to the cell door so she could at least start looking into how it might be picked or broken down, probably until a guard came around and told her to knock it off or something.

But it was something.

"So, give me some help on the other stuff," Seivarden said, mostly as a joke. "Or is it 'what do I want'?"

"Ultimately," said Summer, running her fingers along the edges of the door with disapprovingly narrowed eyes because this would be a tricky one without any tools, "only you can answer that question, and I can only help if you actually want help."

Also mostly as a joke, but also....kind of not?

"But, I mean, from where I'm standing," or kneeling, as it were, in front of the door, "it kind of sounds like you'd have it handled just fine if Lucifer just butt out of you and Amaya's business. I mean, you two have been friends for a while, right? I've never rely heard of you two having problems like this before...and if it's not an exclusivity thing..."

And then, suddenly, Summer gasped, eyes widening with realization as she straightened. "Ohmygod!"

"What?"

Seivarden looked slightly worried.

"Sangria night," Summer gushed excitedly, "can also totally be cat play date night! Issa and Pancakes haven't hung out in forever!"

Priorities!!

"There might be a cat fight," Seivarden said. "But ok. We'll get them something nice to eat."

It felt better to make plans.

"But can you get back to the helpful friend thing?"

It was ridiculous to ask Summer, but at least she could rant about it.

"They won't fight," Summer said confidently. "Pancakes loved Issa. And planning cat playdates is being a good friend!"

At that point, a yellow face slowly appeared in the barred window in the door, but eyes bulging through the gaps.

"Ma'am," said the guard, "I'm going to have to ask you to step away from the door, or else we'll just cut off your fingers and feed them to your friend for dinner."

"Okay, rude," said Summer, who scooted back, hands in the air to show how not touching the door they were, "and also gross."

"IT WOULD BE WHAT YOU DESERVE!" the guard barked angrily, before slowly lowering himself back out of the window.

Summer glared for a moment, got up to her feet, and shouted after him, "You don't deserve Mr. Poopybutthole! None of you!"

And, with a huff, her attention shifted back to Seivarden. "But okay," she said, "weird love triangle thing, you and Amaya are still friends, but without the benefits, Lucifer says your're a doormat while simultaneously telling you what you should do..." She plopped down on the bed, patted the space next to her, because seriously, that floor was gross, why were they sitting on it, "what else is in your mind?"

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"They both annoy me," she said. "I mean, why would Amaya complain about the sex?"

She hadn't, but also she didn't seem to care that much.

"And why does Lucifer even care? It's none of his business! I don't rant about his crazy ex, it puts him in a terrible mood."

"I'd say it was jealousy," Summer tried, after a moment, "except he doesn't seem the type. But I have definitely stopped trying to figure that guy out," until he pro ably managed tonreel her right back in by being, like, nice, or smiling or something, ugh, "it's pointless."

And then she paused, wondering if she should even touch that Amaya part with even a ten foot pole.

...no, they were stuck here for a while, she better not go and set the room on fire quite yet...

"It's not jealousy," Seivarden said. "Definitely not. I mean..."

No, she wasn't going to go into detail here.

"I'm starting to wonder if it's some of his issues, and I really don't want to talk about those. They're usually about his crazy family. Or the ex. But usually about the family. They're really rude too."

One of them had called Seivarden Lucifer's human.

Summer snorted faintly. "Yeah. I don't have any idea what that's like."

Sure, Lucifer's family, as she could imagine it, was probably a bit worse, but she'd contend that, for a bunch of humans, her family definitely carried their weight.

Hell, the whole reason they were even here traced back to her shit family...

"So then he's possibly projecting his issues onto yourd," Summer said. "There's something there about your relationship with Amaya that runs him the wrong way, or maybe he just doesn't like Amaya and he's being mopey about it because that's what he does. Either way, it sounds like maybe what you guys need to talk about isn't so much you and Amaya, but rather you and him. Or things you guys don't want to talk about. Classic projection."

"I just don't want to talk to any of them about..." she made a gesture with her hand.

"Amaya just avoids me and Lucifer gets annoyed. Or mopey. If I talk about it. If we get back I should probably just ignore the subject, Amaya will like that at least."

"When we get out of here," Summer corrected. "I swear to god, I'm going to start smacking you every time you say if until it's conditioned out of you.

"But there you go. If you don't want to talk about it? Then just fucking don't. And if he wants to, then tough tits. I'm sure you two have better things to do than talking."

There was a pause.

"I hope you two have better things to do than talking..."

Otherwise this just got just kind of...sad? Pathetic? Mildly infuriating? One of those.

"We do many things. Including talking," Seivarden said. "I talk to Amaya too, just not about feelings."

"So now you can do many things, including talking, but just not about this," Summer offered, "unless you can both manage to pull it off without being mopey and dramatic, which, I mean....doubt, but still an option."

"Why do you think we're mopey and dramatic?" Seivarden said, slightly irritated. "But yes, that is probably the best thing to do."

She paused.

"I really need a drink."

Because they were old-ass drama queens who took their issues way too seriously? But Summer figured the question was rhetorical, so she didn't go and say that.

She just grinned a little and said, "I'd ask the guard to bring us something, but I don't think we'd want to actually drink anything he'd serve us."

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Seivarden made a face. "I'm not that desperate."

She looked at Summer.

"If it wasn't for getting us stuck here I'd say you're fairly mature for your age."

"...thanks," said Summer, because her most recent thought process sort of made it seem like not quite the compliment Seivarden probably meant it to be, but it was still kind of nice when people noticed, even if she generally didn't expect people to (and that was sometimes by design).

"But what about this means I lose points on that?"

"Lose points? I'm sorry you failed a little at coming across as immature. What you said was actually quite sensible."

Seivarden almost smiled.

"By the way, I'm guessing you haven't told Amaya about figuring things out."

"You would guess correctly," Summer confirmed, and she definitely smile. "I would like to actually maintain my professional relationship with Amaya and she's not nearly as much fun to make fun of."

Miraculously, even more seemed to go over Amaya's head than even Seivarden's...

There was a pause.

"Are you saying I'm fun to make fun of?"

"Seivarden," Summer said, hitting her with one of those indulgent, eye-fluttering smiles, "you're, like, my favorite to make fun of."

Another pause.

"Should I be flattered?"

"Oh," Summer assured her with confidence, "most definitely. There is some very stiff competition there."

This was patently false. No one even came remotely close except maybe her brother, her dad, and Tino. And they were all way too easy.

Seivarden snorted.

"You need better hobbies."

She added: "Why?"

"This is me," said Summer, "with three jobs, a radio gig, a jello obsession, a mandate to lower the drinking age on the island as a whole, and a quest to get you home. Imagine what I'd be like if I was really bored."

And as for the why question? She didn't really say anything, because she honestly wasn't sure what the answer to that even was...

"Fine, you don't need new hobbies," Seivarden said, half smiling. "And I'll keep helping you with the lowering of the drinking age. It's ridiculous."

"Right?" said Summer, with emphasis. "It's so arbitrary! Like, okay, I get it, you don't want students in the bar, and it's important to keep some sort of distinction between Caritas and the DN besides basic aesthetics and the much younger, hipper, more vibrant staff of the former," AHEM, "but, like, there's a serious gap between the standard American drinking age and the graduation age that leaves a really viable market just adrift Eighteen-plus makes so much more sense!"

"Exactly," Seivarden said. "And trying to change it annoys the boring vampire."

Summer grinned a little at that, then bit her lip slightly, as she considered Seivarden for a moment.

"Next step of my plan," she offered, feeling it would be okay to trust Seivarden enough to divulge as much, "actually involved annoying the boring vampire. Don't say anything, though. It'll work best if he'd not expecting it."

That, and she was maybe realizing that going through Lucifer was pretty much useless, but she wasn't saying that to Seivarden.

"Of course I won't say anything," Seivarden. "I hardly talk to him anyway, and I'd like to see you succeed."

If only because Eric was boring and having Summer and Tisarwat being able to drink alcoholic drinks there would be more fun.

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