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somethingwithturquoise) wrote2017-06-29 12:36 pm
somethingwithturquoise) wrote2017-06-29 12:36 pm
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Some Mall, Earth Dimension [Unknown], 06/29.
"Aga blah blah! GaggGablaghblagh."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Summer waved her hand dismissively as she fiddled with the unfamiliar device, "I got it, I got it. Okay, uh, say 'Glargablarg?'"
In front of her, the two Garblovians in Aloha shirts posed, Summer managed to figure out how to take their picture, and handed back their device. "Aga glab glab!" they garbled before they drifted away, and Summer tried to not make a face as she returned to the edge of the fountain where her friends were sitting.
"Ugh, tourists are the worst," she said, pulling out a phone.
There was a funny thing about popularity, especially in Summer's experience with her Harry Herpson High classmates. She'd experienced brief tastes of it here and there, usually through the machinations of her Grampa Rick, but none of it seemed to compare to what she'd experienced since getting home. Unbeknownst to her, she had become quite the sensation at Herpson High, because how many other girls were being tagged by the new government? How many others were considered a Person of Interest so bad they had to send her away? Not to mention that she was the only one of them invited to Tammy Gueterman's wedding. Sure, it turned out that the whole time, Tammy was a Galactic Federation agent and the whole thing was a trap, but Summer was there. Summer got to see Tammy Gueterman blow up alien heads. She got to see Tammy Gueterman's dress, she might have even caught the bouquet. Summer Smith was totally hot shit right now.
When she sat down, it was like a magnet, the small crowd of other girls leaning eager closer around her.
"I still can't believe they broke my phone," Summer murmured, secretly loving the swell of attention but trying not to let it show as she texted away.
"Uh, but you have a phone, Summer."
"Oh, this?" Summer glanced up, then held it up. "It's Ethan's. I figured he could easily get a new one, but since I'm blacklisted. He was more than willing to trade once I promised to show him some of the stuff I learned in my pole dancing class."
Complete with some waggling eyebrows that made them all laugh and squeal. "Summer, you slut!"
"Desperate times, desperate measures," she said, shrugging her shoulders. Really, it was probably one of the most enjoyable things she'd done since she got home, and it was particularly interesting seeing what sort of crap Ethan had on his phone. That dumb balloon popping game her dad was obsessed with? Yeah, not surprised. Dah-lete.
"I can't believe your new school had a pole dancing class, Summer. Like, should we go egg some aliens? Maybe we can get sent there, too."
"Tell us again about the squirrels, like, they really watch you wherever you go? What about the locker room?"
"Pervert little squirrels, oh my god!"
Summer ignored them all, mostly. She had decided to be selective of who she answered, just to sort of amp up the worth of those eventual answers. But Nancy nudged her in the side, cocking her chin up. "Watch it, guys," she said. "Gromflomites, six o'clock."
That got Summer's attention, especially since the armed bug aliens were definitely heading their way.
"Summer Smith, come with us. The results of your evaluation were problematic, and it has been decided that you are to return to your reassignment immediately."
Big surprise there. Summer sighed, tucked away her phone, grabbed her purse. "Yeah, okay, whatever," she said. She gave as cool of a nonchalant nod to her friends as she could manage. "See you guys later. Maybe."
And, sure, she was being escorted away in a big public space by bug aliens with giant guns, but Summer could barely keep down a small smirk of satisfaction as she could swear she heard someone whisper, "Ohmygod, she's so cool."
[[establishy, do do do]]
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Summer waved her hand dismissively as she fiddled with the unfamiliar device, "I got it, I got it. Okay, uh, say 'Glargablarg?'"
In front of her, the two Garblovians in Aloha shirts posed, Summer managed to figure out how to take their picture, and handed back their device. "Aga glab glab!" they garbled before they drifted away, and Summer tried to not make a face as she returned to the edge of the fountain where her friends were sitting.
"Ugh, tourists are the worst," she said, pulling out a phone.
There was a funny thing about popularity, especially in Summer's experience with her Harry Herpson High classmates. She'd experienced brief tastes of it here and there, usually through the machinations of her Grampa Rick, but none of it seemed to compare to what she'd experienced since getting home. Unbeknownst to her, she had become quite the sensation at Herpson High, because how many other girls were being tagged by the new government? How many others were considered a Person of Interest so bad they had to send her away? Not to mention that she was the only one of them invited to Tammy Gueterman's wedding. Sure, it turned out that the whole time, Tammy was a Galactic Federation agent and the whole thing was a trap, but Summer was there. Summer got to see Tammy Gueterman blow up alien heads. She got to see Tammy Gueterman's dress, she might have even caught the bouquet. Summer Smith was totally hot shit right now.
When she sat down, it was like a magnet, the small crowd of other girls leaning eager closer around her.
"I still can't believe they broke my phone," Summer murmured, secretly loving the swell of attention but trying not to let it show as she texted away.
"Uh, but you have a phone, Summer."
"Oh, this?" Summer glanced up, then held it up. "It's Ethan's. I figured he could easily get a new one, but since I'm blacklisted. He was more than willing to trade once I promised to show him some of the stuff I learned in my pole dancing class."
Complete with some waggling eyebrows that made them all laugh and squeal. "Summer, you slut!"
"Desperate times, desperate measures," she said, shrugging her shoulders. Really, it was probably one of the most enjoyable things she'd done since she got home, and it was particularly interesting seeing what sort of crap Ethan had on his phone. That dumb balloon popping game her dad was obsessed with? Yeah, not surprised. Dah-lete.
"I can't believe your new school had a pole dancing class, Summer. Like, should we go egg some aliens? Maybe we can get sent there, too."
"Tell us again about the squirrels, like, they really watch you wherever you go? What about the locker room?"
"Pervert little squirrels, oh my god!"
Summer ignored them all, mostly. She had decided to be selective of who she answered, just to sort of amp up the worth of those eventual answers. But Nancy nudged her in the side, cocking her chin up. "Watch it, guys," she said. "Gromflomites, six o'clock."
That got Summer's attention, especially since the armed bug aliens were definitely heading their way.
"Summer Smith, come with us. The results of your evaluation were problematic, and it has been decided that you are to return to your reassignment immediately."
Big surprise there. Summer sighed, tucked away her phone, grabbed her purse. "Yeah, okay, whatever," she said. She gave as cool of a nonchalant nod to her friends as she could manage. "See you guys later. Maybe."
And, sure, she was being escorted away in a big public space by bug aliens with giant guns, but Summer could barely keep down a small smirk of satisfaction as she could swear she heard someone whisper, "Ohmygod, she's so cool."
[[establishy, do do do]]