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*

Comments

[somethingwithturquoise]

Well, that certainly didn't help Summer's paranoia right now any, but at least something like that wasn't surprising.

And not for the reasons she might attempt to give Seivarden shit over, either.

Phones and outgoing, maybe even ingoing, messages are prbly screwing up. something is def happening rn.

She had no idea what, and that was driving her crazy, but she did know it was something

[1000yearstoolate]

You think it's here and not there? What's happening?

On the upside, it would mean Breq was likely ok, on the downside, something bad happening here wasn't good.

[somethingwithturquoise]

idk. maybe something. maybe nothing.

Thank you, Summer. Very helpful.

maybe shes just like busy u know?

Or maybe she decided she totally hated Seivarden and wanted nothing to do with her, but even with this awful feeling making her stomach clench (or maybe because of it), Summer was definitely not going to actually say that to Seivarden.

Especially not when she had her own mountain of people who probably hated her to deal with inside of her head right now.

[1000yearstoolate]

She's busy most of the time. And often does reckless things.

Breq had said she hadn't sent Seivarden here to get rid of her, and Seivarden saw no reason why she would lie, but... maybe she did because she didn't want to have Seivarden come back and beg on her knees.

Are you suspecting anything?

Just generally. Preferably something that would distract Seivarden.

[somethingwithturquoise]

There was a substantial amount of time that passed before Summer sent a response, as she tried to decide exactly what to say. She felt like, at this point, it was kind of obvious, but if Seivarden hadn't already picked up on something, then perhaps she'd be better off enjoying the sweet oblivion of ignorant bliss.

But then if something happened and she hadn't said anything, she'd feel awful about it.

So after thinking way too hard about it (what else was new?), she replied:

Yes. No idea what but there's def something. i mean 'tis the fucking season u know???

[1000yearstoolate]

Isn't it always that fucking season?

The reply came quickly.

[somethingwithturquoise]

No! There's definitely waves. And patterns! And right now we're on the OHSHIT point I'm the FUCK THIS PLACE continuum!!!!!

Honestly, if there wasn't so much proof to back this up, Summer would definitely be accessorizing with a nice tinfoil hat right now.

[1000yearstoolate]

Are you ok?

Should she be concerned about Summer?

[somethingwithturquoise]

Summer's response this time took much, much longer this time.

Not because she was thinking of what to say, though. In fact, it would seem she had too much to say, as she typed out various examples and scenarios highlighting how she was not okay, but ended up deleting all of them and trying something else. Everything from alien parasites installing false memories to trick them so they could eat their brains to the Galactic Federation to making a resurgence to everyone being robots to this definitely being the week that Barry was totally finally breaking up with her.

All typed out in detail.

All ultimately deleted.

And all she ended up sending was:

FINE. Totally fine! Y wouldn't I be?

With a crying laughing emoji

So...yeah. Pretty much yes. Yes. You should be, Seivarden.

Not that she imagined anyone would.

[1000yearstoolate]

Even Seivarden could pick up that there was something off with that reply, especially in her current state of mind.

Are you sure? Do you need to talk?

Not that Summer usually confided in her, but since there was something going on - possibly - she was doing her best to be a good friend.

[somethingwithturquoise]

For a brief flicker of a moment, Summer thought about retyping all that stuff she'd deleted a million times over and just letting it all out, but as soon as the flicker sparked, it was quickly extinguished by the firm belief that if she did all of that? Seivarden would probably just stare at it and slowly back the fuck away and never talk to her again. And she wouldn't blame her. Who would want to deal with, like, any of her bullshit? No one with half a brain, if you asked her...

I'm good.

thanks.

And now? Classic deflection time.

what about u, tho? u good?

[1000yearstoolate]

I'm fine.

Then:

Actually, I'm not. But I have two boxes of arrack at home.

Then:

That was a joke.

Then:

Not that I have it, I mean.