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somethingwithturquoise) wrote2021-04-28 04:09 am
somethingwithturquoise) wrote2021-04-28 04:09 am
MHA #4; Wednesday [04/28].
There were no jello shots at Caritas tonight.
In fact, there was no Summer at Caritas tonight, either.
What would even be the point? The island was going crazy, and everyone should probably stay at home! Sure, Caritas was a safe space, and that was good if anyone needed it, and it was literally right across the street so it wouldn't take long to get there, but, knowing her luck? Ha! She'd probably be dead before she barely stepped out the door!
Not that she figured she was much safer in her own apartment, because she did not at all trust those looks Pancakes was giving her, and this wouldn't even be the first time a pet had threatened her! At least Pancakes didn't have a mech suit, though!
....YET.
Besides, she was thoroughly convinced that anyone who actually did go to Caritas would have a much better time without her there. Because that's just how it was. Things were always better without her. Just look at her parents' lives if she hadn't been born, and the Resistance was probably thriving now that she was out of the picture. Why do you think Grampa Rick only ever wanted to take Morty on adventures and never her? Because she sucked. And things always sucked more when she was involved. Tino didn't need her there. Tino probably didn't even want her there.
No one did.
And it definitely didn't help that Summer just could not stop doomscrolling through all the happy, perfect posts from people on all her socials, almost as if something that knew it would only exacerbate these feelings was compelling her to keep doing so.
[[ very much open! with potential bouts of SP because work has been stupid stressful lately, ugh ]]
In fact, there was no Summer at Caritas tonight, either.
What would even be the point? The island was going crazy, and everyone should probably stay at home! Sure, Caritas was a safe space, and that was good if anyone needed it, and it was literally right across the street so it wouldn't take long to get there, but, knowing her luck? Ha! She'd probably be dead before she barely stepped out the door!
Not that she figured she was much safer in her own apartment, because she did not at all trust those looks Pancakes was giving her, and this wouldn't even be the first time a pet had threatened her! At least Pancakes didn't have a mech suit, though!
....YET.
Besides, she was thoroughly convinced that anyone who actually did go to Caritas would have a much better time without her there. Because that's just how it was. Things were always better without her. Just look at her parents' lives if she hadn't been born, and the Resistance was probably thriving now that she was out of the picture. Why do you think Grampa Rick only ever wanted to take Morty on adventures and never her? Because she sucked. And things always sucked more when she was involved. Tino didn't need her there. Tino probably didn't even want her there.
No one did.
And it definitely didn't help that Summer just could not stop doomscrolling through all the happy, perfect posts from people on all her socials, almost as if something that knew it would only exacerbate these feelings was compelling her to keep doing so.
[[ very much open! with potential bouts of SP because work has been stupid stressful lately, ugh ]]
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i'm in san diego Lucifer texted. why would I be texting you about jello shots at Caritas?
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To the point where Summer was confused out of even knowing how to respond at first, and went to the kitchen to pour herself a drink before she could even start putting a reply together.
your lucky. This place is being batshit again
And maybe they could just ignore that jello thing right now.
Actually, she should probably tell him he could just ignore her altogether, while he was at it. She honestly was surprised that he wasn't already.
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It would certainly be better than trying to figure out why Lucifer was texting her gibberish. Why would he even care? Was this another weird thing the island was doing?
Geez. Is San Diego that boring?
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So, no. Why was she asking?
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How did he not see what was absolutely fucked about that?
This was definitely the island.
It was sending nonsensical fake texts, or something. But why? To try to lure her into a false sense of security? Make her feel delusional that anyone cared?
Literally nothing else made sense.
Was this island one sadistic mother fucking asshole, or what?
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At this point it felt reasonable to ask.
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With that, Summer just threw her phone at the wall. Half out of frustration, half out of being convinced it had mind of it's own at this point and a very sick sense of humor.
So it was a long while before Summer felt brave enough to actually pick the phone back up to see if a) it evolved into some phone monster or b) she'd accidentally broken it.
No on both.
So she chanced another response:
Maybe. I might. Maybe I should go to the clinic
But that meant going outside...
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He did feel vaguely guilty for not at least trying to convince other people to go. Like miss Smith and miss Jones.
Perhaps you should. If it's safe.
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Which wouldn't normally be a problem for Summer.
But this was all hardly normal.
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does your boyfriend know anything about medical science, then?
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And that would have been an excellent suggestion, Lucifer, if Summer wasn't terrified of actually running into Barry right now. She certainly wasn't going to seek him out. She'd rather deal with the concussion.
he's kinda busy right now tho. You know, doing genius stuff, hopefully figuring out how to get the island back to normal again
Literally a million times more important than some dumb concussion.
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... Look, he was a very specific-people-centric Devil, and less of a general good samaritan.
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1. He literally can't stop, his brain is going, like, high-octane supergenius levels pretty much 27/4
2. His priorities are just fine because I'M fine. A concussion isn't even like a big deal, whatever
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Could you infuse a text message with skeptical energy? Lucifer was trying.
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What was going on here.
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Because I suck and everybody hates me and I make everything worse just by being involved?
Duh.
I'm like that Midas guy, only instead of turning everything I touch into gold, it just turns to shit.
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Gave up on drafting them and just called Summer.
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Yeah. Yeah, no way she was answering that! It was obviously some kind of trap.
She didn't even know where to begin to speculate on how many ways that was going to end up going poorly for her.
So she didn't.
If it was important, he'd just leave a voicemail, right?
...look, it made sense to her right now.
But, then again, so did cute tinfoil hats.
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Beat.
"No, serio--"
Beep.
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She then listened to the voicemail, the phone held out just in case it exploded or something.
She considered this message before texting him back.
you know this is only proving my point, right? You cannot tell me that your day is NOT actually worse now for having texted me.
So....there.