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somethingwithturquoise) wrote2023-02-18 05:16 am
somethingwithturquoise) wrote2023-02-18 05:16 am
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MHA #4; Saturday Morning [02/18].
When Summer woke up that morning, curled up with her cat in her ship in the parking spot of some space trucker pitstop, she realized that one of two things were happening: 1) she'd somehow ended up in some sort of weird gender-sex flux of time and space or 2) Fandom shit was leaking into her dimension again. It could have been some sort of third option involving Rick, too, and that third option convinced her that it was probably better to head back to Fandom, whether or not the pollen had run its course, although honestly? If this whole waking up as a dude thing was happening back on the island and the pollen thing was still in the air?
Not gonna lie, hilarious. Of course, that was coming from the perspective of several days removed from it and blowing up asteroids instead.
Honestly, she had to pack for the trip and get Pancakes set up for her stay at the shelter while she was gone, anyway, so she headed back, parked her ship, and planned to spend the rest of the day trying to figure out if she wanted to lean into cute and breezy for her wardrobe or comfy casual, and also sort of wonder what happened if she originally set out to have a Plus One, but the Plus One bailed at the last minute, and really hoping that meant she'd just get a nice private room instead of being sidled last minute with someone random...
...and then she realized that if this was more than a day thing, she literally had hardly any clothes to look cute in with this body, and, ohmygod, she needed to go shopping, like, STAT.
[[ ooooopen! ]]
Not gonna lie, hilarious. Of course, that was coming from the perspective of several days removed from it and blowing up asteroids instead.
Honestly, she had to pack for the trip and get Pancakes set up for her stay at the shelter while she was gone, anyway, so she headed back, parked her ship, and planned to spend the rest of the day trying to figure out if she wanted to lean into cute and breezy for her wardrobe or comfy casual, and also sort of wonder what happened if she originally set out to have a Plus One, but the Plus One bailed at the last minute, and really hoping that meant she'd just get a nice private room instead of being sidled last minute with someone random...
...and then she realized that if this was more than a day thing, she literally had hardly any clothes to look cute in with this body, and, ohmygod, she needed to go shopping, like, STAT.
[[ ooooopen! ]]