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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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do you think we'll have enough to drink??
Between the kegs, the punch, the jello shots, and other bottles of booze and mixers she'd ordered...probably not? Right?
people keep offering to bring stuff, like what do I tell them?
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I, like, literally invited everyone so, yeah! I definitely.don't think it'll hurt if anyone else wants to share the holiday spirits WITH more spirits!
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Because Annie had foresight.
theyre cops, lol
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It might make the fact that two of the people putting this thing on were technically underage, but that never stopped Summer before!
also they can bust anyone trying to crash it. I think one of my students might have MACHINATIONS 🤣🤣🤣
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Maybe Sheriff and Mrs. Sheriff would come! That would complete the whole set. Bonus points for Emily and Jessica!
should we have some kind of anti-teen precautions? Annie did not think anyone they'd actually invited was still a teenager but they would obviously be an exception.
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And NOT a student.
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Especially given the, 'We think.'
like if we bust a student do we just throw them out? If it were left up to Annie, they'd probably get a fairly stern but very drunk lecture as well.