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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??
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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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Barry was a little confused at first by the length of time for the text with only a “thank you” in return. As he was about to call her as he was freaking out somewhat, he got the second text. And felt a bit better.
But he really wanted to punch out Grandpa Rick. Or disintegrate him. But that wasn’t his place.
And then Jeremy was looking over his shoulder looking at the texts and making all sorts of suppositions which led to the following text:
Jeremy now thinks bucket head is your grandfather. Please correct him of this idiotic delusion
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But thank you for that, Jeremy, simultaneously making this a million times more awkward whenever she did have to actually explain it and causing Summer to throw up in her mouth a little.
Buckethead is DEFINITELY NOT my grampa. But my grampa is definitely the reason Buckethead is even here, ruining what would have otherwise been an awesome weekend with you guys.
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If Barry had any inkling of who Buckethead was he would have never sent the text. Sorry for the throwing up bit, Summer.
Don’t worry about my friends. Roxie is talking about having a girls night out with you and Jeremy wants to challenge you to a game of Mario Kart.
This is one of those fucked up weekends that happen on this fucked up island. If there’s anything I can do, let me know
Five minutes later Summer would get a text from Roxie with a video attached of Barry singing “I feel pretty” in the styling of Freddie Mercury. Along with the message: Thought you could use a laugh. Don’t tell Barry I sent this.
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And sure, Barry said he could handle a lot of fucked-up, but could he really? Or even should he?
So she just sighed a little and looked at that text for a long moment before just texting back: K but is he any GOOD at Mario Kart?
Because she knew she sure as hell probably wasn't.
And then the text came in from Roxie and she just wound up wishing she could really enjoy that video more than she was capable of doing right that moment, but still sent back: Your secret is totally safe with me. Srsly, new BFF and a trail of heart-eyed emoji to follow it.
And then had to look up at those crazed eyes of that Loth-cat and decided this was probably a good time to get the hell out of that office for that lunch break with Jesse and her friend.