Summer Smith (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
somethingwithturquoise) wrote2020-09-26 05:39 am
somethingwithturquoise) wrote2020-09-26 05:39 am
Office #3; Saturday [09/26].
So it was only Saturday and already Summer's weekend was...not great! And while she was reluctant to even hold office hours right now with the whole idea of Hemorrhage and his apparent inability to be 'contained by four walls' and just stay the hell in his hotel room, this was kind of her job and her responsibility and so she pretty much had to at least be in her office today for any parents who might actually want to swing by. Maybe it might even be a nice distraction?
Ha.
Hahahaha. Okay.
And then there was the fact that her office was the office that it was, and as she sat there at the desk, and looked across at the mural with the Loth-cat that Sabine had done ages ago, she was just starkly reminded of whose office this used to be. Which was why she claimed it, of course, as a weird sort of way of preserving it and maybe still being close to him, but today, all she could do was look across the room, see that painting, and just ache. It would be just her luck. There was only one person (well, two people) in the entire multiverse she would have wanted to actually show up for a weekend like this, and that was impossible, and what she got was an absolutely dumpster fire instead, all because her grampa was a stupid, petty piece of shit.
It was almost enough to make her want to cry, and she even felt the tears starting to build up in her eyes a little, but she wasn't going to let that happen, especially not when anyone could just come into the office at any time, so she took in deep breath, tilted back her head, held it, forced it all way, way, way back down, and breathed out again.
Turned her attention to her laptop. Took care of an email from that Ignis guy. Started writing up lesson plans to make it look like she actually wrote lesson plans and didn't just wing everything. Focused on just that for the moment, something tangible and small and under her control, and hoping that Hemorrhage was discovering that he liked bathing in champagne just as much as he liked bathing in blood.
Seriously, wtf, how did he get the champagne room??
[[ open office hours is open! ]]
Ha.
Hahahaha. Okay.
And then there was the fact that her office was the office that it was, and as she sat there at the desk, and looked across at the mural with the Loth-cat that Sabine had done ages ago, she was just starkly reminded of whose office this used to be. Which was why she claimed it, of course, as a weird sort of way of preserving it and maybe still being close to him, but today, all she could do was look across the room, see that painting, and just ache. It would be just her luck. There was only one person (well, two people) in the entire multiverse she would have wanted to actually show up for a weekend like this, and that was impossible, and what she got was an absolutely dumpster fire instead, all because her grampa was a stupid, petty piece of shit.
It was almost enough to make her want to cry, and she even felt the tears starting to build up in her eyes a little, but she wasn't going to let that happen, especially not when anyone could just come into the office at any time, so she took in deep breath, tilted back her head, held it, forced it all way, way, way back down, and breathed out again.
Turned her attention to her laptop. Took care of an email from that Ignis guy. Started writing up lesson plans to make it look like she actually wrote lesson plans and didn't just wing everything. Focused on just that for the moment, something tangible and small and under her control, and hoping that Hemorrhage was discovering that he liked bathing in champagne just as much as he liked bathing in blood.
Seriously, wtf, how did he get the champagne room??
[[ open office hours is open! ]]
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Seivarden Vendaai might not be the best person for that, but at least she was trying.
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there's really nothing to talk about but thank you i'll keep that in mind.
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Good. I was a bit worried that your ex would actually try to cut Barry's head off. If you need any help let me know.
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hes not going to try to cut off barry's head because he doesnt know about barry and i plan to keep it that way. all i need to do is shove some paperwork at him, shove him through a portal, and get his stupid tight ass back to the litterbox i left him in.
A moment later:
but if you see him around town while i'm working, pls do something. know any good holes we can just throw him into?
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for me or him?
Summer needed a moment to evaluate whether this was the best idea ever or the worst.
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r u seriously offering to help get my ex wasted in order to help keep him out of trouble while I work this shit out?
It didn't hurt to check, but it also helped to buy some thinking time. There were a lot of ways this could go spectacularly wrong, after all, but it WAS tempting...
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THAT WAS A JOKE.
MOSTLY.
This guy definitely brought out a very particular side of Summer, yes.
But the more she thought about this, the more she was leaning toward the side of it not really being such a bad idea.
But if you can honestly keep him distracted and out of commission for a while so I can at least PRETEND that my life is somewhat normal and not a totally weird dumpster fire of past relationships come to haunt me, then id really owe u one
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She got to her feet and went to get the whisky and the pot.
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It had been a weird week, but Summer was pretty sure that was still one of the weirdest sentences about it.
thanks btw. I really appreciate it, Seivarden.
A pause.
assuming this doesn't completely blow up in our faces anyway
Because she was definitely not going to lose sight of the fact that this whole thing was absolutely fucking nutso.