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somethingwithturquoise) wrote2022-06-30 04:36 pm
somethingwithturquoise) wrote2022-06-30 04:36 pm
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Somewhere in Fuck-All Outer Space; Dimension FH-001; Thursday Evening [06/30].
So, there Summer was, cruising along the universe, jamming out to some Japanese Breakfast at top volume while hitting up some of her various contacts to find out where the best and biggest parties in the galaxy were expected to take place this weekend, because she was so ready to just let loose for herself for a weekend, when a call started to light up her dashboard.
"God dammit!"
She had barely been back to this dimension for a hot second, and, already, Crisis Control from the Homefront, apparently. She considered just ignoring it, but there was something almost....persistent about the tone that made her realize that, if she didn't take care of this now, he was going to keep bothering her all night.
"Sum-Sum!" Rick's voice came over dash the moment she answered it. "My favorite grandchild! Back in her old dimension again! What are the odds?"
"Ugh," said Summer. "What do you want, Rick?"
"Listen, Summer," his tone went suddenly serious, in a way that made her immediately start side-eyeing the speaker. "Your timing is impeccable, I knew I could depend on you, I need your help."
"Fuck off, Rick," Summer didn't skip a beat. "I'm on vacation. I'm on some well-deserved me time, and Squanchette is blowing up my phone with deets on a massive rager in Gear Town and there is no way I'm missing it."
"C-c-come on, Summer!" Rick stammered out a protest. "You really going to do me dirty like that?"
Summer was just going to let her silence answer that one.
At first, Rick met her silence with some of his own, until, finally, "You're the only one I can trust with this one, Summer."
"...God dammit," Summer breathed out, hands tight on the steering wheel, and she let it out with a long sigh.
"Does that mean you'll help?"
"God dammit, Rick!" she repeated angrily. "You already know it does. But can it at least fucking wait until tomorrow? I came out here to get absolutely wrecked, and I am going to be seriously pissed if whatever stupid shit you have going on right now is going to get in the way of that."
"We'll be cutting it real close," Rick admitted, "but I know you can do it."
Summer rolled her eyes.
"Have fun getting shitfaced at your space rager, sweetie. See you in the morning!"
"You better fucking have breakfast waiting for me, too!" Summer demanded, just before the call was terminated, and she quickly pulled up another number.
"Heeeey, Squanchette, yeah, it's Summer. Listen, I don't think Gear Town's going to work tonight. What have you got that's harder?"
So much for her Me Time! Can't step foot in this dimension for one fucking second....Ugh!
[[ me: I think I just need to send Summer for for a few days to take a break from her.
Summer: Okay, yeah, but what if instead....
I have been wanting to do this particularly stupid bit of very light canon for a while, though, so I guess here we go. NFB for distance, obviously, but open if anyone wants to get in touch! ]]
"God dammit!"
She had barely been back to this dimension for a hot second, and, already, Crisis Control from the Homefront, apparently. She considered just ignoring it, but there was something almost....persistent about the tone that made her realize that, if she didn't take care of this now, he was going to keep bothering her all night.
"Sum-Sum!" Rick's voice came over dash the moment she answered it. "My favorite grandchild! Back in her old dimension again! What are the odds?"
"Ugh," said Summer. "What do you want, Rick?"
"Listen, Summer," his tone went suddenly serious, in a way that made her immediately start side-eyeing the speaker. "Your timing is impeccable, I knew I could depend on you, I need your help."
"Fuck off, Rick," Summer didn't skip a beat. "I'm on vacation. I'm on some well-deserved me time, and Squanchette is blowing up my phone with deets on a massive rager in Gear Town and there is no way I'm missing it."
"C-c-come on, Summer!" Rick stammered out a protest. "You really going to do me dirty like that?"
Summer was just going to let her silence answer that one.
At first, Rick met her silence with some of his own, until, finally, "You're the only one I can trust with this one, Summer."
"...God dammit," Summer breathed out, hands tight on the steering wheel, and she let it out with a long sigh.
"Does that mean you'll help?"
"God dammit, Rick!" she repeated angrily. "You already know it does. But can it at least fucking wait until tomorrow? I came out here to get absolutely wrecked, and I am going to be seriously pissed if whatever stupid shit you have going on right now is going to get in the way of that."
"We'll be cutting it real close," Rick admitted, "but I know you can do it."
Summer rolled her eyes.
"Have fun getting shitfaced at your space rager, sweetie. See you in the morning!"
"You better fucking have breakfast waiting for me, too!" Summer demanded, just before the call was terminated, and she quickly pulled up another number.
"Heeeey, Squanchette, yeah, it's Summer. Listen, I don't think Gear Town's going to work tonight. What have you got that's harder?"
So much for her Me Time! Can't step foot in this dimension for one fucking second....Ugh!
[[ me: I think I just need to send Summer for for a few days to take a break from her.
Summer: Okay, yeah, but what if instead....
I have been wanting to do this particularly stupid bit of very light canon for a while, though, so I guess here we go. NFB for distance, obviously, but open if anyone wants to get in touch! ]]