Summer's Voicemail.

[somethingwithturquoise]

"Uh, yeah, this is Summer's voicemail. Who the hell calls people anymore? Just text me. But I guess if you insist on being weird and living in the dark ages, go ahead and leave me a message. And I'll text you back, like normal people do. Okay? Cool. I mean, the government is probably tapping all of our conversations anyway, but whatever."

*BEEEEEEEP*

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[suitably_heroic]

At some point late Friday morning, Summer received a text with a dimensional address, somewhere in a Brooklyn, somewhere.

we go on at 8 if you're bored tonight or w/ever