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somethingwithturquoise) wrote2017-08-30 09:54 am
somethingwithturquoise) wrote2017-08-30 09:54 am
Earth Dimension [Apocalypse]; 08/30.
The Death Stalkers had finally returned from their long raid in what used to be Vancouver, which was usually cause for a celebration of epic proportions, but Summer had returned with bigger fish to fry. She'd been with a metaphorical landmine in her pocket since Sunday and she needed some answers, hopping right off the rig before it even stopped and stomping over to the newly constructed domicile she'd be sharing with Hemmhorage, her brother, and her grampa.
"RICK!" she demanded.
"He-hey, Sum-Sum!" Rick greeted her with a belch and a grin. "L-look at this, urrrp, actual doors! How you like...how you like them apples?"
"They have closing door here," Summer said testily, although, it was true, for some reason, they hadn't chosen to use them up until Rick apparently reintroduced them into society. "I don't care. How about you tell me why my bus driver best friend from Fandom was texting me about some robot attending my school right now?"
"How about...how about, burrrp, you tell me why you have a bus driver best friend? Is your bucket-head, clearly-oversized-codpiece boyfriend going to get, rrp, jealous?"
She was not going to be swayed or baited. "Did you or did you not send a robot version of myself back to school?"
The sigh in response was all she needed. "Ohymgod!"
"Listen, Summer, y-you you think I could just let you two stay here and have your mom be okay with it?" he asked, conveniently leaving out the part where he had fully planned to just leave them there before. "And you waaaanted to stay, and so I did this all for you! Whipped up a few decoys to throw your mom off the scent, so she wouldn't, you know, like...like worry about you or anything. That's all, no big whoop. I did it because I care for my daughter! I care for my grandkids!"
Summer narrowed her eyes, arms crossed over her chest resolutely. As much as she liked hearing those words coming out of Rick's mouth, her bullshit detector was set to high at the moment. "So then why even bother sending it to school? It's not like Mom's going be there, too."
"It's all part of the effect, Summer!" Rick explained. "You can't...you can't just decommission a robot for a few weeks and then when your mom wants you back home, start it back up and it'll work convincingly. It needs the information, it needs to collect the data, or else your mom'll know what's up right away. And then we'll all get in trouble, and then you'll never be allowed to go on adventures with me again, Sum-Sum. You don't...you don't want that, now, do you?"
"No," she said softly, somewhat sulkily, because she didn't want that, but she also didn't want some robot version of herself prancing around her old stomping grounds, doing god know what.
"Besides," Rick added, on a level that drove things a bit more home, "I'm still working on developing some goddamn civilization in th-this g-goddamn hellhole. Th-they'd probably k-kill us if we tried to leave now, Sum-sum. A-and--and what a-about He-hemmhorage? Th-that who you w-wanna become, Summer? Y-you just--you just love 'em and leave 'em, huh? Ju-just get what you-you want and then, then as soon as robot version of yourself shows up somewhere, it's adios, see ya later, sucker? I'm out?"
And that made Summer feel supremely uncomfortable, because she knew exactly who else that sounded like. "This conversation is over," she said, turning around to walk right out of the domicile.
And hey! Guess it was a good thing to have real, actual, closeable doors again, because now she could gloriously slam it behind her to better show off her annoyance and rage.
"Okay, sweetie!" Rick called out to the closed door, continuing whatever it was he was working on. "You go on ahead and go push aside all your issues with violence in a completely healthy and perfect normal wa-a-urrpay! Don't be late for dinner!"
[[establishly, though she does have her phone for texting or calls. Also, writing Rick is hard as hell. I'm clearly not drunk enough right now to do it to its full potential]]
"RICK!" she demanded.
"He-hey, Sum-Sum!" Rick greeted her with a belch and a grin. "L-look at this, urrrp, actual doors! How you like...how you like them apples?"
"They have closing door here," Summer said testily, although, it was true, for some reason, they hadn't chosen to use them up until Rick apparently reintroduced them into society. "I don't care. How about you tell me why my bus driver best friend from Fandom was texting me about some robot attending my school right now?"
"How about...how about, burrrp, you tell me why you have a bus driver best friend? Is your bucket-head, clearly-oversized-codpiece boyfriend going to get, rrp, jealous?"
She was not going to be swayed or baited. "Did you or did you not send a robot version of myself back to school?"
The sigh in response was all she needed. "Ohymgod!"
"Listen, Summer, y-you you think I could just let you two stay here and have your mom be okay with it?" he asked, conveniently leaving out the part where he had fully planned to just leave them there before. "And you waaaanted to stay, and so I did this all for you! Whipped up a few decoys to throw your mom off the scent, so she wouldn't, you know, like...like worry about you or anything. That's all, no big whoop. I did it because I care for my daughter! I care for my grandkids!"
Summer narrowed her eyes, arms crossed over her chest resolutely. As much as she liked hearing those words coming out of Rick's mouth, her bullshit detector was set to high at the moment. "So then why even bother sending it to school? It's not like Mom's going be there, too."
"It's all part of the effect, Summer!" Rick explained. "You can't...you can't just decommission a robot for a few weeks and then when your mom wants you back home, start it back up and it'll work convincingly. It needs the information, it needs to collect the data, or else your mom'll know what's up right away. And then we'll all get in trouble, and then you'll never be allowed to go on adventures with me again, Sum-Sum. You don't...you don't want that, now, do you?"
"No," she said softly, somewhat sulkily, because she didn't want that, but she also didn't want some robot version of herself prancing around her old stomping grounds, doing god know what.
"Besides," Rick added, on a level that drove things a bit more home, "I'm still working on developing some goddamn civilization in th-this g-goddamn hellhole. Th-they'd probably k-kill us if we tried to leave now, Sum-sum. A-and--and what a-about He-hemmhorage? Th-that who you w-wanna become, Summer? Y-you just--you just love 'em and leave 'em, huh? Ju-just get what you-you want and then, then as soon as robot version of yourself shows up somewhere, it's adios, see ya later, sucker? I'm out?"
And that made Summer feel supremely uncomfortable, because she knew exactly who else that sounded like. "This conversation is over," she said, turning around to walk right out of the domicile.
And hey! Guess it was a good thing to have real, actual, closeable doors again, because now she could gloriously slam it behind her to better show off her annoyance and rage.
"Okay, sweetie!" Rick called out to the closed door, continuing whatever it was he was working on. "You go on ahead and go push aside all your issues with violence in a completely healthy and perfect normal wa-a-urrpay! Don't be late for dinner!"
[[establishly, though she does have her phone for texting or calls. Also, writing Rick is hard as hell. I'm clearly not drunk enough right now to do it to its full potential]]