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somethingwithturquoise) wrote2023-07-01 08:22 am
somethingwithturquoise) wrote2023-07-01 08:22 am
A Coffee Shop in Seattle; Dimension FH-001; Saturday Afternoon [07/01].
After a late night of partying around Baltimore and a few close calls with some idiots already jumping on the fireworks train for the Fourth, Summer had decided to hop over to her home dimension and her old stomping grounds to put out some feelers for anything interesting that might be going on that night with all her terrestrial friends, and if there were no bites there, then she'd start expanding her scope out into the stars. And she'd barely just finished getting her overly sugary, whipped cream suffocated technically-still-a-coffee blended drink with the intention to start shooting off texts when her phone started buzzing from someone trying to actually call her.
And if actual phone calls weren't bad enough...
"Grampa Rick? Why the fuck are you calling me instead of texting like a normal person?"
"Well," the word dragged out of him while riding a burp, of course, "Summer, my hands are a little preoccupied at the moment. What do you want me to do? Text you with my dick?"
"Gross. Speech to text exists, you know."
"That's just calling with extra," another burp, as well as an exorbitant amount of clanking, grinding, and squishing, "steps, Summer. But I saw you were back in this dimension and I need your help."
"I have got to get that chip fucking removed," Summer murmured, shaking her head, and then she sighed, rolling her eyes. "Can't you get Morty or Mom to do it? I've got plans tonight."
"Oh, yeah? What plans are those? Hanging out in space bars to get wasted on glowing drinks while making desperate eyes at the most humanoid aliens in the whole place? Big whoop. This is important, Summer, I can't trust Morty to not fu--uurp--ck it up, and your Moms are too busy probably getting each other off to help. And it'll be real quick, you'll be done with plenty enough time to cultivate all the pathetic space ass you want."
"....pass," said Summer, after more time to consider it than she would have liked to admit.
"It'll be, like, two seconds! I just need you to go to 35-C and get me a few Mega Seeds..."
"Mega Seeds?" asked Summer, incredulously. "What year is it, fucking 2016? And C-35 sucks. Everything there is disgusting and always trying to eat you, and not even in a fun way."
"Summer, please," said Rick. "You're the only one I can trust."
"...you know that's going to eventually stop working on me, right, Rick?" But Summer sighed, because she could already feel it working through her now. One day, she liked to think she'd be immune to that particular plea, but today, apparently, was not that day. Though she did have at least one major question that was going to bother her:
"What were you planning on doing if I didn't come home this weekend?"
There was a long pause. Something else squished and there was something that sounded suspiciously like a Wilhelm Scream followed by a splat, and Summer was so not even going to ask.
"Look, Summer," said Rick, "when life hands you smart, beautiful, capable, badass and trustworthy granddaughters at just the right moment in time, you don't fucking question it. You just make lemonade. Or appeals for her to go and fetch her grampa some nice fresh fucking Mega Seeds because the fate of the entire multiverse might be in jeopardy if she doesn't!"
He ended it with another juicy burp as something screeched to a halt on his end of the line and Summer sighed, checked her watch, and shook her head.
"Fine," she said. "Fine. I'll go get your dumb ass Mega Seeds, but you owe me one. And you've got to stop dicking around on those portal blocks I've been trying to get you to help me with!"
There was the sound of something that seemed uncomfortably like breaking bones, followed by a soft fuck from Rick, and then a hurried, "Yeah, yeah, fine, okay, whatever. Look, I gotta go. I'll send you the coordinates to send the seeds once you have them. And I do appreciate this, sweetie. You're the best granddaughter a guy like me could ever ask for."
"Yeah," Summer grunted, pulling her phone away from her ear to end the phone call, "whatever."
And she'd go, she would, and she kind of hated herself for it, but she was absolutely going to finish her drink first, goddamn it. Rick could fucking wait.
[[ look, sometimes, you're doing a rewatch of your canon because you fell out of it and have a whole new season to catch up on, and you start getting scenes stuck in your head, okay. NFB for distance, obvi, but can be open for any further calls and/or texts or if you've got a weird reason to be at a Seattle coffee shop in Summer's home dimension! ]]
And if actual phone calls weren't bad enough...
"Grampa Rick? Why the fuck are you calling me instead of texting like a normal person?"
"Well," the word dragged out of him while riding a burp, of course, "Summer, my hands are a little preoccupied at the moment. What do you want me to do? Text you with my dick?"
"Gross. Speech to text exists, you know."
"That's just calling with extra," another burp, as well as an exorbitant amount of clanking, grinding, and squishing, "steps, Summer. But I saw you were back in this dimension and I need your help."
"I have got to get that chip fucking removed," Summer murmured, shaking her head, and then she sighed, rolling her eyes. "Can't you get Morty or Mom to do it? I've got plans tonight."
"Oh, yeah? What plans are those? Hanging out in space bars to get wasted on glowing drinks while making desperate eyes at the most humanoid aliens in the whole place? Big whoop. This is important, Summer, I can't trust Morty to not fu--uurp--ck it up, and your Moms are too busy probably getting each other off to help. And it'll be real quick, you'll be done with plenty enough time to cultivate all the pathetic space ass you want."
"....pass," said Summer, after more time to consider it than she would have liked to admit.
"It'll be, like, two seconds! I just need you to go to 35-C and get me a few Mega Seeds..."
"Mega Seeds?" asked Summer, incredulously. "What year is it, fucking 2016? And C-35 sucks. Everything there is disgusting and always trying to eat you, and not even in a fun way."
"Summer, please," said Rick. "You're the only one I can trust."
"...you know that's going to eventually stop working on me, right, Rick?" But Summer sighed, because she could already feel it working through her now. One day, she liked to think she'd be immune to that particular plea, but today, apparently, was not that day. Though she did have at least one major question that was going to bother her:
"What were you planning on doing if I didn't come home this weekend?"
There was a long pause. Something else squished and there was something that sounded suspiciously like a Wilhelm Scream followed by a splat, and Summer was so not even going to ask.
"Look, Summer," said Rick, "when life hands you smart, beautiful, capable, badass and trustworthy granddaughters at just the right moment in time, you don't fucking question it. You just make lemonade. Or appeals for her to go and fetch her grampa some nice fresh fucking Mega Seeds because the fate of the entire multiverse might be in jeopardy if she doesn't!"
He ended it with another juicy burp as something screeched to a halt on his end of the line and Summer sighed, checked her watch, and shook her head.
"Fine," she said. "Fine. I'll go get your dumb ass Mega Seeds, but you owe me one. And you've got to stop dicking around on those portal blocks I've been trying to get you to help me with!"
There was the sound of something that seemed uncomfortably like breaking bones, followed by a soft fuck from Rick, and then a hurried, "Yeah, yeah, fine, okay, whatever. Look, I gotta go. I'll send you the coordinates to send the seeds once you have them. And I do appreciate this, sweetie. You're the best granddaughter a guy like me could ever ask for."
"Yeah," Summer grunted, pulling her phone away from her ear to end the phone call, "whatever."
And she'd go, she would, and she kind of hated herself for it, but she was absolutely going to finish her drink first, goddamn it. Rick could fucking wait.
[[ look, sometimes, you're doing a rewatch of your canon because you fell out of it and have a whole new season to catch up on, and you start getting scenes stuck in your head, okay. NFB for distance, obvi, but can be open for any further calls and/or texts or if you've got a weird reason to be at a Seattle coffee shop in Summer's home dimension! ]]