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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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Can do!!!!!!!!!! It'll give me something to do while I wait for the moose and his bosses to come to a verdict!!!!!!!!!!!
Nina was pretty sure the moose had bosses. There was the school board. Whoever they were. Their identities were shockingly hard to figure out.
Honestly, the moose was scary enough.
Does the sweater HAVE to be ugly though??????????
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So that gave them options!
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Very important questions!
Also do the sweaters have to be, ah, appropriate???????
This was mostly so that, when Nina let her classmates know, she knew what to tell Eleanor. Eleanor was terrible at appropriate.
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I'll be the judge of ugly or not, and, yes, this is for CLASS, so it definitely needs to be classroom appropriate!!
And she knew enough about her students to know that Nina was not asking that for herself...
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Yeah, no.
Nina's ugly sweater would be ugly but it was definitely going to be respectable.
Can I invite students who aren't in our class?????????
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Summer was now wondering how she could use that as part of her lesson, now, and honestly? The more distractions Nina had to keep her from plotting crashing the party, the better at this point.
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Besides, like, her Dad was going to show up (she assumed) and that was just a no go all around.
Nobody wanted to crash a party their dad was at.
Okay, thanks!!!!!!!!!!!!
There was a pause.
Do non-classmates also get shrimp chips????????????