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somethingwithturquoise) wrote2022-07-01 05:39 pm
somethingwithturquoise) wrote2022-07-01 05:39 pm
The Smith Residence; Dimension FH-001; Friday Evening [07/01].
After several hours undersea, fighting her way through a cadre of aquatic sealife with a mercilessness that was going to make it difficult to look Sidon in the eye for a while (good thing that was already a challenge with how tall he was, huh?), Summer finally did it. She managed to make her way into Mr. Nimbus' Ocean Palace, located the forbidden shell that gave him his powers, and absconded with it to return home before she had to add too many more stupid sexy shark soldiers to that body count.
"Grampa!" Summer burst through the door of the garage, holding her hard-earned prize and the clear sigil of Rick's well-placed trust aloft in her hand as she did so. "I got the shell!"
"Shit."
That curse out of Rick and the very dramatic shift in the air between him and Mr. Nimbus in that moment of dramatic reveal made Summer feel like she had really missed something, a certain tender expression on the King of the Ocean's face shifting into one of deepest betrayal and offense.
"Okay, Nimbus," Rick implored quickly, "look..."
"You son of a bitch!" Mr. Nimbus pulled back one of his arms, balling up a fist and sending it crashing into Rick's face, then seized him by the shoulders to pull him down into his knee headed for his stomach. "Betrayer!"
Summer stared, wide-eyed, as Mr. Nimbus continued to whale on her grandfather. "My-my weapons!" Rick gasped between relentless blows and manhandling at Mr. Nimbus' hands. "Morty! Get my weapons!"
"I...I used them all!" Morty protested helplessly.
"Wait!" Summer waved the forbidden shell frantically. "Grampa! What do I do? I have the shell! Should I..." What did someone even do with a magical forbidden shell. "Should I blow it?"
Mr. Nimbus now had Rick on the ground, still showering him with punches, and Summer, overwhelmed with indecision, just shook her head. "is that....I'm....I'm just gonna blow it!"
"Don't blow it! Destroy the--" But it was too late. Summer had placed the colorful conch to her lips as she inhaled and then blew out as fierce as she could, sending a thin trumpeting sound into theh air. "--horn."
"What the hell, Summer!" Morty demanded as Mr. Nimbus, eyes gone wide at the siren call of the forbidden shell, pulled off of Rick as a magical aura surrounded him, pink and shimmering and making his muscles pop and bulking him up significantly.
"You were supposed to destroy the horn!" Rick lamented, trying to crawl away from underneath Mr. Nimbus, who swiftly slammed a fist into his head before getting up to drag the old man away by his hair.
"How was I supposed to know that?" Summer argued, and they went to follow Mr. Nimbus as he tossed Rick out onto the driveway outside of the garage, just as a cop car with blazing sirens rolled up to a stop in front of them.
"Police!" Mr. Nimbus declared, arms lifted behind his head with a might thrust of his pelvis. "Take this piece of shit to jail!"
"I told you!" Rick groaned, as the police officers flanked him and dragged him back up to his feet. "He's an ice cold dick killer!" And then, just before the cop car squealed off into the distance, he gave one last longing looking through the window. "Nimbus!"
As Beth and Jerry emerged from the house to see what was going on, and Mr. Nimbus continued to go through the motions of a variety of sexy poses, Summer looked from the shell in her hands, to where the car had disappeared, and then to Mr. Nimbus with a confused, mildly disturbed look on her face. "Wait," she said, "so how can he--?"
"Jesus, Summer!" said Jerry, throwing up his hands at such an obvious question. "He's Mr. Nimbus! He controls the police!"
Summer stared at her father for a moment, walked over to shove the conch shell into her mother's arms, and firmly declared, "I have been away way too long for this shit. I'm going back to Fandom, where things are normal."
With that, she picked just a little bit of clinging sea creature gore from her shoulder and flapper-stepped her way back through the garage door to get her portal gun and the keys to her ship.
And she was definitely keeping the harpoon gun.
[[ my canon, ladies and gentlemen! Thus wraps up Summer's part in Rick and Morty S05E01 "Mort Dinner Rick Andre," a completely pointless vignette that I still felt compelled to write out and make FH canon. DID I need to do this? No. Do I have mild regrets? Maybe. NDB for distance, OOC welcome? Look, Season 5 is a mess, I've got to take what I can get. ]]
"Grampa!" Summer burst through the door of the garage, holding her hard-earned prize and the clear sigil of Rick's well-placed trust aloft in her hand as she did so. "I got the shell!"
"Shit."
That curse out of Rick and the very dramatic shift in the air between him and Mr. Nimbus in that moment of dramatic reveal made Summer feel like she had really missed something, a certain tender expression on the King of the Ocean's face shifting into one of deepest betrayal and offense.
"Okay, Nimbus," Rick implored quickly, "look..."
"You son of a bitch!" Mr. Nimbus pulled back one of his arms, balling up a fist and sending it crashing into Rick's face, then seized him by the shoulders to pull him down into his knee headed for his stomach. "Betrayer!"
Summer stared, wide-eyed, as Mr. Nimbus continued to whale on her grandfather. "My-my weapons!" Rick gasped between relentless blows and manhandling at Mr. Nimbus' hands. "Morty! Get my weapons!"
"I...I used them all!" Morty protested helplessly.
"Wait!" Summer waved the forbidden shell frantically. "Grampa! What do I do? I have the shell! Should I..." What did someone even do with a magical forbidden shell. "Should I blow it?"
Mr. Nimbus now had Rick on the ground, still showering him with punches, and Summer, overwhelmed with indecision, just shook her head. "is that....I'm....I'm just gonna blow it!"
"Don't blow it! Destroy the--" But it was too late. Summer had placed the colorful conch to her lips as she inhaled and then blew out as fierce as she could, sending a thin trumpeting sound into theh air. "--horn."
"What the hell, Summer!" Morty demanded as Mr. Nimbus, eyes gone wide at the siren call of the forbidden shell, pulled off of Rick as a magical aura surrounded him, pink and shimmering and making his muscles pop and bulking him up significantly.
"You were supposed to destroy the horn!" Rick lamented, trying to crawl away from underneath Mr. Nimbus, who swiftly slammed a fist into his head before getting up to drag the old man away by his hair.
"How was I supposed to know that?" Summer argued, and they went to follow Mr. Nimbus as he tossed Rick out onto the driveway outside of the garage, just as a cop car with blazing sirens rolled up to a stop in front of them.
"Police!" Mr. Nimbus declared, arms lifted behind his head with a might thrust of his pelvis. "Take this piece of shit to jail!"
"I told you!" Rick groaned, as the police officers flanked him and dragged him back up to his feet. "He's an ice cold dick killer!" And then, just before the cop car squealed off into the distance, he gave one last longing looking through the window. "Nimbus!"
As Beth and Jerry emerged from the house to see what was going on, and Mr. Nimbus continued to go through the motions of a variety of sexy poses, Summer looked from the shell in her hands, to where the car had disappeared, and then to Mr. Nimbus with a confused, mildly disturbed look on her face. "Wait," she said, "so how can he--?"
"Jesus, Summer!" said Jerry, throwing up his hands at such an obvious question. "He's Mr. Nimbus! He controls the police!"
Summer stared at her father for a moment, walked over to shove the conch shell into her mother's arms, and firmly declared, "I have been away way too long for this shit. I'm going back to Fandom, where things are normal."
With that, she picked just a little bit of clinging sea creature gore from her shoulder and flapper-stepped her way back through the garage door to get her portal gun and the keys to her ship.
And she was definitely keeping the harpoon gun.
[[ my canon, ladies and gentlemen! Thus wraps up Summer's part in Rick and Morty S05E01 "Mort Dinner Rick Andre," a completely pointless vignette that I still felt compelled to write out and make FH canon. DID I need to do this? No. Do I have mild regrets? Maybe. NDB for distance, OOC welcome? Look, Season 5 is a mess, I've got to take what I can get. ]]