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somethingwithturquoise) wrote2021-09-25 04:28 am
somethingwithturquoise) wrote2021-09-25 04:28 am
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Office Hours; Office #3. Saturday [09/25].
Because of course Summer got to the be the special snowflake with an office that existed outside of a certain cluster of offices held by people with some mysterious unifying force, she got to also have her own post. Not that her mind was actually on meeting with the guests of her students very much that weekend, since she had her own to focus on, and the whole weekend was going to be all sorts of talking and planning and probably a few drinks and manicures in there, too.
It helped, though, that this office did hold kind of a special meaning for Summer, and one that was pretty appropriate to why Beth was even here in the first place, and it opened the door to tell her mom a little bit more about her time in space with the jello shop, what she was doing out there, why she had to come back, and, subsequently, the times she got to help with Rey and the resurgence of that empire, not to dissisimilar to the resurgence of the empire that Beth was dealing with.
There was, of course, also the issue of Summer's dad, who Summer was starting to suspect hadn't come to see her at all, and that, actually, he was here to latch onto Barry. Which was really sad and pathetic and not at all surprising, and Summer almost felt as if she should do something about that, but, look, she had some important stuff to talk to her mom about, and, really? Barry had to learn somehow. This is what you got, Ween, if you wanted to be a part of this family, and the best way to teach that lesson was to just let him suffer.
Beth, meanwhile, was still rather fascinated by the mural on the wall.
"So you said it's called a loth-cat?" she asked, turning back to her still-beaming daughter behind her desk. "I can't decide if Squanchette would be offended by this or not."
"Wait," said Summer, "Squanchette? You have a Squanch on your team??"
"Well, I mean," Beth sounded casual, but she had to chuckle a little, "it was her planet that got razed during the wedding massacre, remember? She's got even more of a beef with the Federation than most of us. But it's a good team, Summer, I think you'll like them. And..." She paused to give her a fond smile. "I think they'll like you, too."
It was a good thing Summer had been working on keeping all of her excitement about all this bottled tightly inside, because otherwise, she would be releasing a high-pitched happy squeal of just one long, sustained sound that would carry all the way over to that big clump of offices.
Goddamn, her space mom was so cool!!
[[ open door, open office, open post! Same SP vibes apply here as with all those losers in the clump ]]
It helped, though, that this office did hold kind of a special meaning for Summer, and one that was pretty appropriate to why Beth was even here in the first place, and it opened the door to tell her mom a little bit more about her time in space with the jello shop, what she was doing out there, why she had to come back, and, subsequently, the times she got to help with Rey and the resurgence of that empire, not to dissisimilar to the resurgence of the empire that Beth was dealing with.
There was, of course, also the issue of Summer's dad, who Summer was starting to suspect hadn't come to see her at all, and that, actually, he was here to latch onto Barry. Which was really sad and pathetic and not at all surprising, and Summer almost felt as if she should do something about that, but, look, she had some important stuff to talk to her mom about, and, really? Barry had to learn somehow. This is what you got, Ween, if you wanted to be a part of this family, and the best way to teach that lesson was to just let him suffer.
Beth, meanwhile, was still rather fascinated by the mural on the wall.
"So you said it's called a loth-cat?" she asked, turning back to her still-beaming daughter behind her desk. "I can't decide if Squanchette would be offended by this or not."
"Wait," said Summer, "Squanchette? You have a Squanch on your team??"
"Well, I mean," Beth sounded casual, but she had to chuckle a little, "it was her planet that got razed during the wedding massacre, remember? She's got even more of a beef with the Federation than most of us. But it's a good team, Summer, I think you'll like them. And..." She paused to give her a fond smile. "I think they'll like you, too."
It was a good thing Summer had been working on keeping all of her excitement about all this bottled tightly inside, because otherwise, she would be releasing a high-pitched happy squeal of just one long, sustained sound that would carry all the way over to that big clump of offices.
Goddamn, her space mom was so cool!!
[[ open door, open office, open post! Same SP vibes apply here as with all those losers in the clump ]]
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#BraveMaeve. Show your truest colors. Et cetera.
"My spots are all carefully contractually negotiated," Maggie replied, shrugging a shoulder. "And scripted. Don't tell, though. We're all in it. They got Homelander to take off his cape for his talking head, like he's all casual."
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"Gross."
Oh, look! She found a word anyway!
"Who's this Homelander guy, anyway?" Beth had to ask, since she felt she was picking up on a good amount of context clues here, but that name had been dropped a few times and it was....intriguing, to say the least.
And as Summer opened her mouth to answer, she realized that the answer would be, like, so much better out of their mouths insead, and so she closed her mouth and looked toward Annie and Maggie expectantly.
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"He's a flying psychopath in an American flag cape with laser eyes," Maggie contributed, cutting right to the point. "And he's also my ex."
Which might have been new information, depending on how deep Summer had dug on All Things Seven, but Maggie also had the dubious distinction of being Homelander's only relatively amicable(......ish) -- and, you know, living and be-limbed -- ex-girlfriend.