somethingwithturquoise | MHA #4; Saturday Afternoon [12/12].

Summer really had to stop spending her Saturday mornings (well, afternoon, in this case) waking up on a couch after drinking way too much and getting overly invested in something the night before. At least this time it was actually her own couch, although there was a distinct lack of a Santa-clad boyfriend there with here. Iris was around there...somewhere, she was pretty sure, at least she had been last night, otherwise Summer had literally spent the wee hours of the morning with a lot of champagne (as evidenced by the empty bottles), mostly talking to herself...

...and making her living room look like the den of an absolute madwoman.

Two madwomen, in this case, because, look, last night, she and Iris went out to celebrate Taylor's great new album, which lead to the inevitable discussion of Ms. Swift's completely understated brilliance, and then that tumbled into the theories and rumors and speculations and conspiracies.

Yes. Conspiracies. As evidence by the scattering of 'evidence' the two young women had pulled up in their infatuated and increasingly intoxicated state, right down to the large corkboard that Summer had apparently had just lying around that was now cluttered with photographs, print out, Post-It notes, speculations....all of them with connections making a spider web of red yarn across the board as they worked diligently into the morning to unearth and unravel of of Tay-Tay's deepest secrets and most incrypted codes.

To think, it all started with a few scrunchies and candles (and cardigans!). There was a whole whiteboard with a series of letters and questionmarks, a riddle left unanswered, diving deep into theories on what the next album may be entitled:

F - olk - Lore
E - ver - More
D - ??? - Nore

forevermore??? (woodvale??) san salvador? ~~carnivore~~ anymore ALBACORE???? ~~herbivore~~ OMNIVORE

Emily FUCKING DICKINSON!!!

BONUS TRACKS: lakes---> heading out to the lakes to escape
evermore---> it's time to go, right where you left me (!!!)

INVISIBLE STRING

'TONIGHT THE STORY CONTINUES'

OLIVE GARDEN?

And so on, and so forth, all connected with pictures (and often sketches) of music videos, album art hairstyles, acceptance speeches, real estate news, all trying to figure out all the clues and how they might fit together so that they could be the ones to maybe stand there when the next one dropped (because, obviously, there was going to be a next one!) and triumphantly declare: "HA! CALLED IT!"

But in the light of the morning (errr, afternoon), with one of the cats attempting to lick a smudge of red Sharpie marker from where it had accidently gotten smudged across her cheek in the chaos of their brilliant revelations, it all looked a bit....

Insane.

But as she groaned and looked over at the masterpiece of an investigation they'd conducted, Summer couldn't help feeling like they were really onto something there, and that maybe, just maybe, with a little bit of coffee and some fresh eyes....

On the one had, that required getting up or, even worse, moving. On the other hand...maybe there could be more clue in their coffee grounds!

Yeah, okay. Maybe they'd gone a little overboard with this one...

[[ I HAD NO IDEA WHAT I WAS GETTING MYSELF INTO. Anyway, for the enabler, mostly, but definitely open as well! ]]

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Oh gods.

It had been years since Iris had drank so much and now she was curled up beside the couch wishing for death.

Not because of the hangover but because telepath plus that much alcohol meant she was getting way too much feedback from the greater part of the island this morning.

"Turn off the world."

Too bad it was in Japanese.

"....yes," Summer murmured back, with another faint groan and a futile attempt to push whichever cat it was by her head away at the moment, and she followed it up with a mumbled bastardization of whatever it was that Iris had just said.

"I should get some water," she then noted, but, again, there was that whole moving thing that she didn't feel like doing at the moment. But hey! She now knew that Iris was there and alive, and so this felt like great progress already!

That was a terrible attempt at Japanese. Terrible. But it did remind Iris that she needed to actually speak a language that Summer understood.

It took more effort than it should have.

"The Perk delivers."

That way they didn't have to move until their drinks showed up!

Summer made another sound that might have been a word, might have just been an effort to prove that her vocal chords actually did work (they had been officially now handwavily stretched to their limits last night, between all the karaoke and the conspiratorial shrieking), and then felt a moment of panic as she realized she did not know where her phone wa--

Oh. There it was. She breathed out with the sort of relief that could only come from pretty much nearly dying, swiped her thumb across the screen, and, without even looking, asked, "What'd'yawant?"

Pancakes, meanwhile, let out a soft meow, climbed onto Summer's chest, and curled up there. Promptly, she began to purr, claiming the spot while her human was clearly defenseless.

"...thank you, Pancakes."

What did she want?

Death, Summer. She wanted death.

Iris was making no move to get up either.

Hot chocolate; note it's for me--they'll know how to make it. An' pastries?

She'd apologize for the telepathy later but that was a lot of words for right now.

Honestly, it was a miracle the telepathy would have even managed to push through the pounding in Summer's head right now, but, of course, she didn't even register it as telepathy at that moment, though it did seem a little weird how much clearer Iris' voice had become for her in that moment.

She nodded a little (very little), went through the very familiar motions of pulling up the Perk's number, and placed the order, including the specific instructions, a stupid amount of pastries and muffins, and just a straight forward latte with extra shots for herself, because she did not need to tempt any of those glittery drinks from last night to make a reappearance thanks to something overly sweet and sugary.

Then her hand dropped her phone at her side and sighed before reporting the time they'd given her for the expected arrival.

Which seemed, like, so long, she couldn't even.

Especially since, yup. There came the other cat...

Yeah, no, that was going to take forever.

On the other hand, the other option was actually moving and... ugh...

Iris muttered something that was possibly a thanks and went back to trying to will herself out of existence.

"...is being covered in cats a totally viable excuse for making you get the door when they get here?" Summer asked, after a long, long moment, where she seemed to have flirted with the idea of actually managing to fall back asleep only to have the idea of falling back asleep pretty much get a sudden 'emergency phone call' that needed to be tended to right away.

Because she kind of was. Covered in cats, that is.

...

"Yes," Iris said finally. "Because it means I'm not covered in cats."

"Well, wouldn't you know," Summer murmured, lifting up a hand enough to scratch behind Pancakes' ears, which she eagerly leaned into, "you lazy butts actually are good for something."

She'll take covered in cats, thaaaaanks.

She was still just happy to not be covered in cats. Iris had Silly and that was all the pet she'd wanted. Luckily, Silly wasn't here right now.

He was Not For Eating.

Iris made a noise of dissent but said nothing, shifting slightly (so slightly) to peer at their work.

... They did good work.

MHA #4; Saturday Afternoon [12/12].

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