It had been a long night for Summer there in space jail on some unfamiliar planet in some unknown dimension. Seivarden had eventually fallen asleep, laid out on the single cot in their cell, which worked out fine, because Summer couldn't sleep even if she'd wanted to. Her brain was a whirlwind of activity, trying to figure out something, anything that might help them get out of here, while trying not to think of the torture poor Mr. PB was enduring right now at the hands of his insatiable fans. And what made it worse was that he'd trusted her, that's why he'd turned to her, she was the only one he could trust and she failed him.
She had to do something.
"I've got to keep it together," she murmured, to herself, quietly, trying not to disturb Seivarden as she paced a little. Maybe Rick would realize something was up and show up at the nick of time? But she couldnt' depend on that. She didn't want to depend on that. She was Summer Smith. She'd gotten out of way worse pickles than this before, she blew up a whole section of Coruscant, she could certainly blow her and Seivarden's asses out of some rinky dink space jail...
As she paced, her foot squashed onto something thick and gooey, and Summer, dreading what she'd find, looked down and pulled her foot slowly out of some unindentifiable gunk on the floor.
"Gaaaaaah!" She sucked in the scream of frustration to keep it down. "I'm no good behind bars! I need to get out of here!"
With a sigh, she dropped down on the floor against the wall again, looking mildly over at where the little bowler hat that Mr. PB had used for his disguise, which she'd managed to keep even though they confiscated most of their things. Seeing it sitting there was like a stab into her heart, a reminder of how much she totally sucked right now, and she picked it up sadly.
"What would Mr. Poopybutthole do?" she asked herself quietly, then went to go put the hat on top of her head, as if that might somehow inspire her to think more like her friend and what he might do to get out of this sticky situation.
And that was when something fell out of the hat and clunked onto Summer's head, and then clattered on the floor.
"What...the hell." She reached down to pick it up and gasped. "The portal gun!"
Her exclamation sent a series of little feet pattering down the hallway. "Is everything alright in there, ma'am?" asked the guard, clearly annoyed by this disturbance, with his billy club already out threateningly.
Summer swiftly hid the gun behind her back. "Wh-what?" she laughed a little. "Aha, sure!!"
"Well," said the guard, the grin on his face maniacle in its sadistic glee, "lemme tell you, missy, you won't be for long. For the crimes you've committed, you'll either rot in here forever...or far, far worse!"
"Haha," said Summer, grinning through the sweat now dappling her forehead. "O-oh, okay, then! Thanks."
The guard took a few moments to glare at her longer, probably imagining her horrible death in a million different ways, before, finally, he turned to talk back down the hall on his patrol. Summer watched him, waiting until he turned a corner before rushing over to the cot.
"Seivarden!" she whispered loudly as she tried to shake her awake. "Seivarden, wake up, you're not going to believe what I just found!"
[[ for the other jailbird! The bulk of this and the initial post were lifted straight from Rick and Morty: Lil' Poopy Superstar by Sarah Graley, and many, many thanks to![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
1000yearstoolate for allowing me to drag her into my very special canon that forced you all to be exposed to the word 'poopybutthole' way more times than anyone ever should be <3 ]]
She had to do something.
"I've got to keep it together," she murmured, to herself, quietly, trying not to disturb Seivarden as she paced a little. Maybe Rick would realize something was up and show up at the nick of time? But she couldnt' depend on that. She didn't want to depend on that. She was Summer Smith. She'd gotten out of way worse pickles than this before, she blew up a whole section of Coruscant, she could certainly blow her and Seivarden's asses out of some rinky dink space jail...
As she paced, her foot squashed onto something thick and gooey, and Summer, dreading what she'd find, looked down and pulled her foot slowly out of some unindentifiable gunk on the floor.
"Gaaaaaah!" She sucked in the scream of frustration to keep it down. "I'm no good behind bars! I need to get out of here!"
With a sigh, she dropped down on the floor against the wall again, looking mildly over at where the little bowler hat that Mr. PB had used for his disguise, which she'd managed to keep even though they confiscated most of their things. Seeing it sitting there was like a stab into her heart, a reminder of how much she totally sucked right now, and she picked it up sadly.
"What would Mr. Poopybutthole do?" she asked herself quietly, then went to go put the hat on top of her head, as if that might somehow inspire her to think more like her friend and what he might do to get out of this sticky situation.
And that was when something fell out of the hat and clunked onto Summer's head, and then clattered on the floor.
"What...the hell." She reached down to pick it up and gasped. "The portal gun!"
Her exclamation sent a series of little feet pattering down the hallway. "Is everything alright in there, ma'am?" asked the guard, clearly annoyed by this disturbance, with his billy club already out threateningly.
Summer swiftly hid the gun behind her back. "Wh-what?" she laughed a little. "Aha, sure!!"
"Well," said the guard, the grin on his face maniacle in its sadistic glee, "lemme tell you, missy, you won't be for long. For the crimes you've committed, you'll either rot in here forever...or far, far worse!"
"Haha," said Summer, grinning through the sweat now dappling her forehead. "O-oh, okay, then! Thanks."
The guard took a few moments to glare at her longer, probably imagining her horrible death in a million different ways, before, finally, he turned to talk back down the hall on his patrol. Summer watched him, waiting until he turned a corner before rushing over to the cot.
"Seivarden!" she whispered loudly as she tried to shake her awake. "Seivarden, wake up, you're not going to believe what I just found!"
[[ for the other jailbird! The bulk of this and the initial post were lifted straight from Rick and Morty: Lil' Poopy Superstar by Sarah Graley, and many, many thanks to
1000yearstoolate for allowing me to drag her into my very special canon that forced you all to be exposed to the word 'poopybutthole' way more times than anyone ever should be <3 ]]
