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somethingwithturquoise) wrote2017-08-21 11:09 am
somethingwithturquoise) wrote2017-08-21 11:09 am
The Smith Residence; Earth Dimension [Replacement]; 08/21.
"Guess who dismantled the government!"
Rick, Morty, and Summer walked into the living room of the Smith residence, and Beth made a straight beeline for her father to embrace him, leaving Jerry in her wake. "Please don't leave me again."
"I never will, baby."
"I was right!" Summer announced. "He turned himself in on purpose, it was all part of his plan!"
"Jerry," Rick said over Beth's head, as she was clearly not planning on releasing the hug anytime soon, "is there any light beer left? It's insane what you miss in prison."
"Um, okay," said Jerry, and a sudden imperviousness filled him. "No. No, no, no. Foot down time."
"No, you're right," Rick allowed. "Where's the vodka?"
"Beth," Jerry said. "It's him, or me."
And cue them all staring at Jerry like he'd grown a second head or something.
"Seems like you guys need some privacy," Rick eventually said. "I, uh, I'll be in the garage."
And Summer and Morty took a cue from Rick and went along their own way, too, upstairs to their bedroom, where their looks said it all. "Oh, geez, Summer," Morty said, "is this finally it? A-Are Mom and Dad gonna get a divorce?"
"Are you kidding me?" said Summer, now paying more attention to her phone, sending off a text to BDG with the good news, while her friends her at home flooded her with their own messages. "Probably. I mean, how many times has this happened, Morty, who knows? One of them always gets cold feet and can't go through with it. It's fine. It'll be fine...Ohmygod, Nancy says they're drawing and quartering aliens in the school courtyard, and it technically counts as patriotism. I've got to go check this out."
In a way, it felt a little weird, that this was all she was thinking about for practically three months, and now it was done, it was over. It didn't matter any more, and maybe things would go back to normal. Her Grampa Rick was back, he had saved them and brought down the Galactic Federation. She didn't even need to tap into all those resources she'd built up, but it was nice to know that they were there. And, man, she couldn't wait to tell everyone about it once she got back to Fandom.
[[ and that's a wrap for today, but we're far from done! Continued from here, here, and here! Open for calls and texts, if'n you'd like!]]
Rick, Morty, and Summer walked into the living room of the Smith residence, and Beth made a straight beeline for her father to embrace him, leaving Jerry in her wake. "Please don't leave me again."
"I never will, baby."
"I was right!" Summer announced. "He turned himself in on purpose, it was all part of his plan!"
"Jerry," Rick said over Beth's head, as she was clearly not planning on releasing the hug anytime soon, "is there any light beer left? It's insane what you miss in prison."
"Um, okay," said Jerry, and a sudden imperviousness filled him. "No. No, no, no. Foot down time."
"No, you're right," Rick allowed. "Where's the vodka?"
"Beth," Jerry said. "It's him, or me."
And cue them all staring at Jerry like he'd grown a second head or something.
"Seems like you guys need some privacy," Rick eventually said. "I, uh, I'll be in the garage."
And Summer and Morty took a cue from Rick and went along their own way, too, upstairs to their bedroom, where their looks said it all. "Oh, geez, Summer," Morty said, "is this finally it? A-Are Mom and Dad gonna get a divorce?"
"Are you kidding me?" said Summer, now paying more attention to her phone, sending off a text to BDG with the good news, while her friends her at home flooded her with their own messages. "Probably. I mean, how many times has this happened, Morty, who knows? One of them always gets cold feet and can't go through with it. It's fine. It'll be fine...Ohmygod, Nancy says they're drawing and quartering aliens in the school courtyard, and it technically counts as patriotism. I've got to go check this out."
In a way, it felt a little weird, that this was all she was thinking about for practically three months, and now it was done, it was over. It didn't matter any more, and maybe things would go back to normal. Her Grampa Rick was back, he had saved them and brought down the Galactic Federation. She didn't even need to tap into all those resources she'd built up, but it was nice to know that they were there. And, man, she couldn't wait to tell everyone about it once she got back to Fandom.
[[ and that's a wrap for today, but we're far from done! Continued from here, here, and here! Open for calls and texts, if'n you'd like!]]