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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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."

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