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somethingwithturquoise) wrote2020-12-01 05:20 am
somethingwithturquoise) wrote2020-12-01 05:20 am
MHA #4; Tuesday Afternoon [12/01].
Summer couldn't really remember if the bottles of Coke being distrubuted by the polar bears would actually stick around for longer than today, but she'd collected a few extra for tomorrow, just in case, and was going to try some new ideas for incorperating the cola into jello shots in the meantime. And when she wasn't working on that, she was crafting together a good mass text to send to everyone about the party on Friday.
Sure, she said she was going to invite the whole faculty thanks to having them already on hand for when she sent out school trip party invites, but she wasn't going to just stop there. She'd been put in charge of invitations, and so she was going to be in charge of invitations. Which meant sending out a mass text to everyone outside the student body whose number she could scrounge up.
Happy Holidays!
Before we all get SICK of Christmas cheer and can only say BAH HUMBUG to it all, party it up with a Holiday Party Extravaganza!
Friday, December 4th
@ MCA #1
(that's Rey's apartment!)
There will be punch! Presents! Party games!
Ugly Sweaters Encouraged!
And an EXCLUSIVE seasonal jello shot DEBUT!
Seriously, you don't want to miss it!
Contact Summer (that's me!) or Annie for more deets!
And, obviously, there were posters being printed up to be spread around town, too, just in case anyone just straight up disregarded the mass text as spam, and she would not blame them.
When her phone buzzed soon after that with a message, she was thrilled to see someone already responding, but it turned out that was not the case at all, and the message was actually coming from somewhere else entirely.
Grampa Rick: Was this you?
Summer: what? no. wtf.
Grampa Rick: Well it wasn't me, Summer. You expect me to believe that a mysterious extraterrestrial monolith just APPEARS in the Utah desert right around the same time you and that toilet-disrespecting tool of a boyfriend of yours show up...in UTAH....for an alleged JELLO FESTIVAL...and then DISAPPEARS again once you get bak to your lame little nexus? what are you up to this time?
Summer: Nothing! um, hello, ok, for one thing different dimensions? for another thing i don't even know what that IS, why would I have anything to do with it? we were legit there for the jello gp.
Grampa Rick: It's a good cover story, but that's not going to fly with me because I'm not an IDIOT, SUMMER. Do you even know what you're getting yourself into with that thing? Do you even know what that IS?
Summer: No! I don't! I told you I don't, because I had nothing to do with it!
Grampa Rick: If this blows up in your face, Summer, which it WILL, you NEVER mess around with....fuck! Summer! Have you been to Romania recently, too??
Summer: no! why th would i go to ROMANIA?
Grampa Rick: Why TH would you go to UTAH?? Fuck. FUCK. You really fucked it up now, Summer!
Summer: I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING.
Grampa Rick: Fuck you, Summer! Don't fuck around with monoliths!
"I didn't!" Summer said to her phone, outloud, because that's how frustrated she was, and then she remembered to text it, too, but, after that, things on her grampa's side went quiet, as she was pretty sure he went to deal with whatever this monolith bullshit was that she knew she had nothing to do with but was now actually really curious about, and she considered...
...no. Nope. She had a party to help plan for and some jello experiments that would hopefully go better than other recent jello experiements performed by other people, and she reminded herself that it was healthier to just step away and not engage...
[[ yeah, like a mysterious monolith is going to show up randomly in the same place where this hyper-ridiculous sci-fi ship wound up for Thanksgiving and I'm not going to do anything with it?? Anyway, it's open! ]]
Sure, she said she was going to invite the whole faculty thanks to having them already on hand for when she sent out school trip party invites, but she wasn't going to just stop there. She'd been put in charge of invitations, and so she was going to be in charge of invitations. Which meant sending out a mass text to everyone outside the student body whose number she could scrounge up.
Before we all get SICK of Christmas cheer and can only say BAH HUMBUG to it all, party it up with a Holiday Party Extravaganza!
Friday, December 4th
@ MCA #1
(that's Rey's apartment!)
There will be punch! Presents! Party games!
Ugly Sweaters Encouraged!
And an EXCLUSIVE seasonal jello shot DEBUT!
Seriously, you don't want to miss it!
Contact Summer (that's me!) or Annie for more deets!
And, obviously, there were posters being printed up to be spread around town, too, just in case anyone just straight up disregarded the mass text as spam, and she would not blame them.
When her phone buzzed soon after that with a message, she was thrilled to see someone already responding, but it turned out that was not the case at all, and the message was actually coming from somewhere else entirely.
Grampa Rick: Was this you?
Summer: what? no. wtf.
Grampa Rick: Well it wasn't me, Summer. You expect me to believe that a mysterious extraterrestrial monolith just APPEARS in the Utah desert right around the same time you and that toilet-disrespecting tool of a boyfriend of yours show up...in UTAH....for an alleged JELLO FESTIVAL...and then DISAPPEARS again once you get bak to your lame little nexus? what are you up to this time?
Summer: Nothing! um, hello, ok, for one thing different dimensions? for another thing i don't even know what that IS, why would I have anything to do with it? we were legit there for the jello gp.
Grampa Rick: It's a good cover story, but that's not going to fly with me because I'm not an IDIOT, SUMMER. Do you even know what you're getting yourself into with that thing? Do you even know what that IS?
Summer: No! I don't! I told you I don't, because I had nothing to do with it!
Grampa Rick: If this blows up in your face, Summer, which it WILL, you NEVER mess around with....fuck! Summer! Have you been to Romania recently, too??
Summer: no! why th would i go to ROMANIA?
Grampa Rick: Why TH would you go to UTAH?? Fuck. FUCK. You really fucked it up now, Summer!
Summer: I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING.
Grampa Rick: Fuck you, Summer! Don't fuck around with monoliths!
"I didn't!" Summer said to her phone, outloud, because that's how frustrated she was, and then she remembered to text it, too, but, after that, things on her grampa's side went quiet, as she was pretty sure he went to deal with whatever this monolith bullshit was that she knew she had nothing to do with but was now actually really curious about, and she considered...
...no. Nope. She had a party to help plan for and some jello experiments that would hopefully go better than other recent jello experiements performed by other people, and she reminded herself that it was healthier to just step away and not engage...
[[ yeah, like a mysterious monolith is going to show up randomly in the same place where this hyper-ridiculous sci-fi ship wound up for Thanksgiving and I'm not going to do anything with it?? Anyway, it's open! ]]
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clearly so you could come to my party!
Well, technically Annie and Rey's party, she was just HELPING, but, yes, that definitely had to be the reason, because omg timing!
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At least that might be fun. But then on to important issues:
How is Issa?
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And then came a whole FLOOD of pictures and videos, some current, some she had on file from exploiting Seivarden's cat for Instagram likes, of Issa and occasionally Issa with Pancakes, of her being a cat and doing what cats do and generally looking a bit cranky about the whole thing, but that was sort of just Issa's default state, wasn't it?
she's been really good! but omg she sheds so much I'm knitting you a sweater for Christmas made entirely of the fur she's left on my couch
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Looks like she's doing well. And she always used to shed.
Then:
Apparently we will be colleagues. Breq arranged a job for me at Caritas.
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So that could be fun!
a job? U sticking around for a while then? Do u need me to show you the ropes? Better me than tino really!
Also it would give Summer the opportunity to lord over Seivarden with her seniority, which would be a plus!
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Yes, she could picture the look on Summer's face.
No jello shots though. I leave those to you.
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good. bad things can happen when jello's not left to the experts
Then she considered that first part a bit.
what do u mean, if Breq LETS you?
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She might mention that she looked forward to seeing you again eventually, Summer.
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plus, I'm here so, u know, good call breq!
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And of course. That's why I texted you. Tell me how to make this place more interesting these days.
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Seriously. AMAZING timing on that one, Seivarden. Just please know that if they got caught on mistletoe together again, she was probably going to still stick with the squirrel, because, you know. Old times' sake!
Wednesdays are still pretty lit at the bar, too, of course, but that probably goes without saying
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Please stick to the squirrel, Summer. They didn't need any awkwardness. Although Seivarden would be prepared with a gun and some knives this time.
I'll stop by tomorrow though.
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Summer just liked that they were nice and not violent about it like OTHER insistent bears on this island!
But you may have to wait until the party to get a good jello fix. I'm saving the good ones for my big ~debut~
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Debut?
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Wait, have you even met Annie? This party is actually mostly her idea, I can't remember if she got here before you left or not
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Was it weird that it being longer for Seivarden made Summer more eager to see her? Like, just to see how much she'd changed? (Or, more than likely, managed to still not change at all?)
you have a lot to fill me up on, then!
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Short version.
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