somethingwithturquoise | Office #3; Saturday [09/26].

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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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Sometime during the morning Summer got a text:

Are you ok?

Summer glanced over at her phone a little ruefully as it buzzed with a text, almost reluctant to pick it up and see what it was and who it was from, and then she sighed when she saw it and wondered how many times she was going to hear (well, see) that question this weekend.

FINE. I'M FINE. EVERYTHING IS FINE.

And really, if you put it into perspective, as far as awful stupid things that could happen to her right now went, it wasn't even really that bad, right? Like, it could still be so much worse, but she wasn't going to think about that much more beyond that, because, again, with her luck, it would certainly find a way to get worse...

Let me know if you need to talk.

Seivarden Vendaai might not be the best person for that, but at least she was trying.

Jesse felt weird just showing up to a high school office unannounced, so...

Guess her assistant was sending you texts again, Summer!

The boss wants to know if you want to meet a friend of hers she's being super awk about it

Hey, look at that! A text not asking if she was okay!

In fact, Summer was sort of loving how normal this one was. Yes, Jesse being a little awkward and receiving texts from her via her assistant was considered normal. Normal was all very relative.

Ofc i want to meet her friend! y is she being awk about it tho?

And, after a hesitation, because the normal was nice, but this next part was sort of important:

also u guys have like divorce paperwork there, right? is that a town hall thing?

Talking about it was probably not the worse idea in the world, but Summer took two seconds to think about what talking about it with Seivarden would be like, and...

there's really nothing to talk about but thank you i'll keep that in mind.

yeah there's a pile do you need me to get some ready for you and if so do you need the regular form or the alternate universe vegas form?

What? You answered the business answers first, that was just good assistanting.

and idk i cant tell if their dating or just pure stanning each other tbh

Seivarden didn't believe that, of course, but since Summer didn't want to talk there was no reason to try.

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.

Really, Summer didn't know why she was surprised.

r there alternate universes that ARENT vegas ones? and if its region specific, i'll need alternate universe post-apocalyptic seattle, but im pretty sure just basic general alternate universe should work!

It was all just sort of a formality, anyway.

and oooo spicy! now i def have to meet this friend. i got office hours for pw but i can probly take a lunch break?

Probably wouldn't be a bad idea to get out of this office, really, but any distraction would be welcome, and that sounded like a juicy one.

vegas is a weird knot in time an space apparently anywy drop by town hall ill put in sandwich orders n u can pick up ur paperwork at the same time!

Nina had not been mayor's assistant for over ten years without learning a few things about efficiency.

And, of course, it wouldn't be Seivarden if there's nothing to talk about wasn't met with...talking about it. Summer sighed, considered not responding, but it actually did sort of feel better to vent some of this out rather than just letting it brew.

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?

It was super impressive efficiency, too, that Summer could definitely get behind.

sounds like a plan! ill be there!

And maybe just whip up a quick 'out to lunch be back soon!' sign for her door in case any of the visitors wound up having really bad timing on that.

I have a spare bottle of whisky and some pot, would that help?

....

for me or him?

Summer needed a moment to evaluate whether this was the best idea ever or the worst.

I was thinking for him, but either works I suppose,

That had not been nearly enough time to evaluate!

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...

Prompto was honestly a little sad that Nina's schedule was so sparse this semester, meaning he only really had two of these teacher visits to drag Noctis on, but he had to admit, when he found out which office Summer was in, he couldn't help be a little excited...and apprehensive, because that was kind of sacred ground they were talking about here, and he was a little worried to see what had become of it.

So when he knocked on the open door and stuck his head in, he almost couldn't believe it when he saw that it was almost exactly the way they'd left it, with the big painting on the wall and all the yellow-blue-and-pink bean bag chairs and everything.

"Summer!" he gawked at her with thrilled eyes. "You have our old clubhouse! And you kept it that way!"

Well, Summer had hoped for some distractions, and an Argentum could be...distracting. She was frowning at Prompto with a quirked brow as he and his friend came into the office, the former with the comfortable ease of someone who had been here plenty of times before, dropping easily into one of the yellow bean bags on the side of the room with the mural.

"Old clubhouse?"

Just a suggestion. Do you have a better idea?

I mean, there's also the ocean, im not sure if he can swim.

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

I'll do my best. Where can I find him?

She got to her feet and went to get the whisky and the pot.

After delivering a few cups of sake and passing silent judgement, Nanao made her way to another office to deliver a cup that hadn't been involved in the shouting.

"Captain Kyōraku wanted me to bring this to you," she explained, bowing a little before entering the room and setting the cup down on the desk. "And I also wanted to meet his new Jane Porter. My name is Nanao Ise; I am his lieutenant."

Who really needed a break, and, as the new Jane Porter, she thought perhaps this Summer Smith could...understand.

he's in the champagne suite at the hotel

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.

Nina had asked him to fake-dad, and Liam had happily obliged, which meant here he was, poking his head into the door of Summer's office, followed by a bemused looking blonde woman.

(Not, it should be noted, the usual blonde woman he could be seen in the company of.)

"Summer," he greeted.

And what’s a busy weekend without more texts. Right?

How’re you doing? Jeremy almost blew up the island twice this morning. That’s my day.

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