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.

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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.

Edited 2020-08-09 10:44 (UTC)

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.

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