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

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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!"

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