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]

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.