The Smith Residence; Dimension [Unknown], Friday Morning [06/15].

[somethingwithturquoise]

Summer's birthday was finally and arbitrarily coming up, and, being the procrastinator that she was, the fact that she was finally making plans for it now was actually pretty good for her. She, of course, had some weekend plans with her Current Lame Earth Dimension friends this weekend (and next), but if anyone thought she wouldn't go and do something back at one in one of the most conveniently (for her, anyway) accessed dimensions where she could legally drink, well, then they clearly didn't know Summer very well, did they?

Which is why, at some point, everyone she could access through Fandom Island's directory (she figured it would just be easier this way), would receive a text from a number they may or may not recognize, because mass texting was always Summer's preferred way of party invite, and, besides, it wasn't like she could just go slip flyers underneath doors anymore.

It's my birthday!!!!!!
Party Time! Caritas! Tuesday June 19th!
It's gonna be DOPE, yo.

Simple. Sweet. To the point. And now to get going off to her Econ class, where she thought she might actually be making some progress with that cute junior professor. Either that, or he was mistaking her advances for an actual interest in his boring ass lectures...

But not before sending in a follow-up text that she didn't think was necessary, but, apparently, it was:

Presents totally not necessary, omg!

[[ yay for finally picking an arbitrary birth date that will probably 100% joss me in a future season! Open for any calls, texts, emails, carrier pigeon messages back, of course! ]]

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[somethingwithturquoise]

The more she thought about it, the more Summer was able to convince herself that it was probably a good thing she missed that special moment in time that should never and would never be truly replicated ever again.

okay fine. but if i come up with a song before sunday to request to you, will you do that song? for my BIRTHDAY.

[uncertain_dume]

For your birthday. And only because it's the important one.

Yes, he knew that he was damning himself, here.

[somethingwithturquoise]

All my birthdays are important ones.

[uncertain_dume]

Then I suppose you have a year to think up another good one, don't you?

[somethingwithturquoise]

That made Summer snort, drawing a few glances from her closest classmates, but she just rolled her eyes. Class hadn't even started yet, calm down.

This is gonna be so great. maybe i should stick around for the event this week, too. since i'm definitely not catching an early morning portal on wed. it'll be nice to see YOU too

assuming there's a break from the weirdness anyway.

[uncertain_dume]

I would tell you that you probably just jinxed it, but hey, it's your birthday. You need somewhere to crash after your party, hit us up.

But if there was weirdness next week too, he knew who to blame, now.

[somethingwithturquoise]

You couldn't just blame people for weirdness, BDG. That'd be like blaming people that there was a sun.

oooh. i was going to call about a hotel room after this class, but that could save me some extra cash. hera won't mind?

The answer to that question had never been that she'd mind, but Summer always felt obligated to ask anyway.

[uncertain_dume]

There are two unoccupied rooms on the Ghost, we have plenty of space.

Because he was pretty sure Hera wouldn't mind. And if for whatever reason she did, he'd backpedal and spring for the hotel room for Summer himself.

He was really beginning to lean hard into the Space Dad thing. He just hadn't quite come to terms with that fact yet.