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Summer had gone ahead and taken most of the day once her class was finished to rest up yesterday, and it seemed like that was a good thing, too, because when she woke up late in the morning the next day, she actually was...feeling a little better. The fever seemed to have broken, at the very least, so if she took it easy, she might be in pretty good shape for her party tonight. Definitely not top-notch, that much was clear as she groaned a little and tried to get herself out of bed, but she managed, groggily sitting at the edge of the bed for a moment before she noticed Pancakes watching her, all stiff and growling from the door.

And as soon as Pancakes noticed Summer noticing her, she went even stiffer, arching her back, hair standing up on end, and letting out a hiss before scampering off into the living room.

"Yeah, well," said Summer, trying not to sound too hurt and injured by that. Sure, it's not like she expected the cat to come waltzing with with confetti and balloons singing 'Happy Birthday' or anything, but that was just unnecessary, "fuck you, too, cat."

And now she was starting the day grumpy and irritable. Great. She sighed and got up, shuffling to the bedroom still in a fairly blurry state, mindlessly reaching for the door of the medicine cabinet to get out her toothbrush (with an idle thought that she really needed a manicure and bad, yeesh), and then closed the door to peer into the mirror to see just how much make-up she was going to need today to look somewhat Not Sick.

Apparently, the answer was: All the Makeup.

"What. The. Hell."

Two big black eyes blinked back at Summer, going wide at first before her brows decended in a worried frown. She leaned forward, touching gingerly at the grey, scaly skin there, frowning as some of it seemed to brush away like ash between her fingertips. And she was going to need a whole lot more than a manicure, by the looks of those claws, and Summer didn't know what was happening right now, but she did know that it was her birthday and the fact that this was happening on her birthday when she was supposed to be having this big old party was just...just...

Infuriating. She let out an angry yell, bearing her teeth at her reflection before pulling back a fist and smashing the mirror, breaking it up into a dozen mismatched shards, and, when that wasn't satisfying enough to vent her anger, she reached over and just tore the entire door off. Knocked some of the little bottles of lotion and perfume and other toiletries off in a clatter.

And then she picked up her phone, pulled up the list from the other night that she'd used to send the first message about the party, and sent another one, one she suspected people could FEEL the rage through:

NEVER FUCKING MIND!!! PARTY'S CANCELLED!!!

Why was this happening on her birthday?? Her birthday!! She followed the message up with a series of very angry emoji faces, and then went to send a message specifically to BDG:

We have to reschedule! If there aren't fucking UNICORNS ON THIS ISLAND next week, we fucking RIOT!!

And in the process of all that, Summer was discovering just how frustrating it was to actually type with claws, and so she, in another fit, wound up turning around and throwing her phone against the wall.

She supposed if it chimed with any responses, she might check and see just how badly she'd damaged it by doing that, but right now, she was just a little too busy flip-flopping between being flaily and furious about her current state to care. And maybe, just maybe, in a swing of regret, propping up a shard of broken mirror and desperately trying to see if she actually could cover some of this hot mess that was now her face up with some clever useage of foundation and concealer.

Yeah, no. This party was definitely cancelled. Life was cancelled. What. The. Hell!!

[[ and it's open! ]]

Once Summer got back from the onsen (and was trying so hard not to be all gushy about certain aspects because, yeah, no, girl, don't do that, gross), she was really sort of charged up and thinking about her party now, so she figured she'd better get on that and start letting people know. So she got home, patted Pancakes hello, took a moment to move her food from the automatic feeder bowl into a different bowl so she'd actually eat it (god, cats were so dumb sometimes!), frowned a little at some dry patches on her skin as she changed into some comfy jammies, and then flopped on her bed to go and compose a perfect epic party text for her epic birthday party this week.

Sent, of course, to everyone who wasn't a student's number that she could manage to scrounge up, en masse:

BIRTHDAY PARTY AT CARITAS! WEDNESDAY! DRINKS! KARAOKE! SPECIAL GUEST BARTENDER!!! U WON'T WANT TO MISS IT!!

Then she flooded everyone with just a few heart emoji and rainbows and maybe a unicorn or two, and nodded, figuring that should do the trick, thought about how maybe to get the word spread a little more, and then went to get some lotion for all those spots she noticed earlier. Ironic, really, it seemed all that time in the onsen had actually dried her skin out, and there was definitely something a little funny about the greyish tint the spots seemed to have, but hopefully it was nothing that a little TLC and moisturizing lotion couldn't take care of.

[[Establishy, as I'm about to be dead to the world, but if anyone wants to swing by or respond and doesn't mind waiting until tomorrow for a response, DO IT!! ]]

Having access to interdimensional portals without having to go through Portalocity definitely had its advantages sometimes, but adventuring with her grampa had Summer really appreciating that hospitality that came with going through a professional organization. Nothing like being all but booted through a portal opening up on your ceiling to come crashing down into your living room and just barely missing landing on your couch. Good thing no one lived below her! And good thing no one lived with her except for her cat to witness the moment of cringing in pain over the armrest having gotten her right at the center of her spine and the colorful string of curses and dispargement of Rick's failure to fine-tune his coordinants a little better for a little more furniture-avoiding drop-offs.

But she was back, and, as far as random Rickventures went, she was fairly untraumatized, only had to kill maybe a dozen aliens this time around, and she had nothing gross clinging to her hair, nor did she feel the need to burn her outfit forever. In fact, she'd scored a cute new outfit out of the whole deal and she managed to make it through the less-than-smooth portal without crushing the real prize from the whole thing, which she held up triumphantly just as Pancakes came sniffing around to see what all the fuss was about.

"Yeah, that's right," said Summer, "this is for you. If it works as advertised, no more puking in spaceships for this little kitty. Nuh-uh! No more! We'll just have to see how much time to give it before trying to ask BDG to let you even near his ship again to try it out."

She went to go rub Pancakes' head, but Pancakes, with a faintly disgusted sounding meow, pulled her head away and stalked a little bit toward the kitchen. She settled down and let out a planative meow, giving a glance toward her food bowl, which, for the record, was completely half-full.

"Don't you give me that look," Summer warned her. "This is exactly the reason I got you an automatic feeder. You're fine. Don't even act like you didn't just relish every single moment of being able to have this whole apartment to yourself."

Pancakes lifted her nose a little and appeared to sulk at this, even if Summer was mostly right. It was the principle of the matter, though. Why tolerate being fed from a robot when she had a perfectly good flesh slave to do it, instead? Humans just did not understand. But, she figured, as she decided to go over to Summer and rub against her leg a little since she didn't smell at all right anymore, some humans weren't too bad.

[[ post is open if anyone wants to swing by or get in touch! ]]

Being really, really small, Summer decided, beat the hell out of being really, really big, something she, unfortunately, had some unpleasant experience in. It was honestly pretty great, once she could squash her concern that Pancakes might be inspired to treat her like one of her cat toys. In fact, Pancakes turned out to make a great comfortable, warm pillow to lean into as Summer managed to pull up some movies with the holographic feature on her phone and set herself up for a pretty epic home theater experience.

That was pretty much what she did all day yesterday; it was also helped by the fact that her neighbor's dumb dog had finally stopped making all that noise thanks to there being a new cat on the others side of that only-when-obnoxious all-too-thin wall between them.

And it was pretty much what she planned on doing all day today, too. She supposed she could try going to Luke's. Thanks to her time as a squirrel, she knew a good way to sneak out of her apartment when smoll, but she was kind of stuck in her pajamas, and it would be a long way, and there was a good chance BDG was tiny, too, so he might not even be there, and it's not like texting him wouldn't take about a million years because her phone was bigger than she was. He'd understand. It wasn't the end of the world to skip a pancake day or two.

So, yeah. More comfy cat and hologram movies time, until this blew over.

So much better than being omfg giant.

[[open if anyone wants to swing by or get in touch!!]]

At this point, the whole idea that these were flying 'lessons' really were just an excuse for Summer to get behind the wheel of the Escape. Her own flying experience before even coming to Fandom added to the multiple times of just getting used to this one allowed her to be a pretty quick study and now it was just all about the fact that flying ships was cool as hell, especially in new galaxies she was still learning her way around.

But she didn't need a whole lot of maps or coordinates to tell her when she and BDG had arrived at their destination.

Just as she suspected from reading up on it in her encyclopedia, it was very much an "Ooooooh"-inducing sight. "I'm going to go out on a limb," she said, once the initial shininess of it settled in, "and say this is probably the place?"

[[ for the gffa bdg bff ltd btw omg nfb obsv lol etc etc etc...]]

Still. A Goddamn. SQUIRREL.

To say Summer was just a wee bit frustrated was a bit of an understatement. And it wasn't even that she minded being a squirrel. There actually were some benefits to being small and quick and nimble and generally not having any obligations because you were tiny and fluffy. But what she didn't like was the uncertainty of not knowing when she was going to be changing back. At least she wasn't the only straggler, by the sound of radio, and she supposed she could technically still teach her class today, but....yeah. If that didn't sound like a perfect recipe for exactly when she'd change back, she didn't know what did.

So most of her day was spent painstakingly putting together a text to the usual suspects who dared to darken the doorway of her class with as best a message as her little squirrel paws could type:

Stll squrrel'd. No class again ths weeeek. SORRY!!1!! hopefulli better luck nxt weeeek!!!1 <3 Summer

And then she went back to loafing around her apartment, starting to get pretty stir-crazy with the whole thing, and maybe thinking Fenris might have had a good idea after all with the idea of hunting down some mages and shaking them until a solution fell out.

[[yeah, I've been up since three am thanks to having to be at a meeting held at STUPID O'CLOCK, so squirrel summer still stands. post is definitely open now, since I am free. Frreeeeeee! With slight SP because, oh wait, there's still errands, yay ]]

Yeah. No.

Never let it be said that Summer Smith didn't have a good head on her shoulders. She knew what was up. She listened to radio. She knew that the multiverse was a sick fuck with a twisted-ass sense of humor. She knew she was just one in a wave of animal transformations that had seized the island this last week, and she noticed that an awful lot of the others in that wave were starting to turn back. She, much to her disappointment, hadn't yet, but she could only suspect her time was nearly up, which meant that she would be changing back at any moment, and if anyone thought for a second she'd let that happen when she was out and about and lacking clothes, well, then, they clearly didn't know Summer.

She wasn't going anywhere until she was back to normal.

She had texted Apu (which was an...long and arduous process, but she did it, dammit) to bring over some food and supplies for her, she had Netflix, she had comfy pillows, she had a small stick to use to shoo off Leroy if he thought it would be cute to bother her (seriously, someone around here finally gets a crush on her, and it's a goddamn radio squirrel??). She was set. If she needed anything, she'd just ask Apu, she had no reason to leave the safety of her own apartment until she was back to human, transformed in the privacy of her own home, with plenty of clothes within arm's reach.

She'd tempted fate more than enough this weekend, thank you very much.

[[ it's open! it's open! And I'll stop spamming the feed now, I promise!]]

Summer Smith definitely didn't get this far into her (okay, technically still pretty short) life without developing a high sense of when something a little weird was going down, and she'd had more than enough bad encounters to feel like it was probably a bad idea to give into the urge to head back out to the woods like she'd been feeling all week. Probably. If didn't necessarily feel like a bad idea, but she also didn't feel like she could entirely trust her feelings, either.

So that meant distractions. That meant putting on some loud music and maybe dealing with complaints later, but whatever. It meant maybe cleaning her kitchen. Or making some jello to bring to BDG on Sunday. Or make jello, then clean the kitchen. She thought about maybe dipping into her stash a little, too, ease off some of the weird feeling, but that didn't seem the best idea. If this turned out to be more than a feeling, she wouldn't want to have to be forced to deal with it while also being high.

Although maybe that would help...

...no. Music, jello, cleaning, and if that didn't help, maybe go out to Caritas for a drink and maybe see if anyone else was feeling it, too. For now, just jello, and trying not to wonder why she'd been thinking about Morty so much lately, and maybe popping into her phone every once in a while to check on a few feeds from home.

Everything seemed fine. It was fine. She was probably just antsy because she wasn't used to things being so calm and chill for any long stretch of time. No big deal...

[[toes open if'n you like, but the thread with a certain visitor's going to be last chronologically, yo ]]

All things considered, getting Summer moved into her new apartment wasn't all that difficult. There were plenty of boxes, sure, but it never really occurred to her until those boxes were stacked up in her empty new place that she honestly didn't have that much stuff. Not actual important stuff, because most of those boxes were literally just clothes and shoes. A few with books and other things, sure, one box of old kitchen stuff from her dad's old bachelor pad, but that was honestly about it. She probably could have managed getting all this up here herself, but it definitely had been easier and more fun with BDG's help.

Despite the sparcity of the place, though, it wasn't until they got those last boxes in that it hit her good and hard that this was her apartment. Her own place. No parents, grandparents, brothers, roommates, husbands, nada. It was just her, and this apartment was hers. And that was so freaking cool she could almost puke.

But she didn't, thankfully. It did need to be said, though, as she looked around at the blank rooms and the small towers of boxes.

"Man, I really need to get some furniture."

[[ for he who is mentioned in the moving, but definitely also open if anyone else wants to swing by and welcome the new neighbor! ]]

Summer was finally done with all those bullshit summer classes her mom had roped her into taking, and she was preparing herself for another round of bargaining with Beth about what she was going to do with her life, since she apparently wasn't going to take 'selling jello in space as a cover for an underground resistance movement' as a possible answer. Before that nightmare, though, she had a date with her grandparents and her grandparents' boyfriend at one of their favorite restaurants to catch up.

"Thanks for taking me out to lunch, Gramma, Grampa, Jacob," Summer beamed a little at the end of the meal, after they'd all finished laughing at some rousing joke or another; the food wasn't the best, no, but you didn't come to Shoney's for the food. "It's always nice to see you guys and remember that at least some of my genes come from normal people."

"Well," Joyce smiled at her lovers for a moment before turning her admiration toward her granddaughter, "you know we're all so proud of you, Summer. You've always been so bright and strong and we knew from the moment you were born, that you would really become a bright, charming, and ambitious young woman."

"Oh, you guuuuys," said Summer, waving a dismissive hand, eating that all up with a spoon, "stooooop."

"Now," Leonard continued, bemused but with a serious note, "we wanted to do this for you when you graduated, but your mother expressed her concerns about you using it to...how did she put it, Joyce?"

"To run off with all your weird new space friends," his wife supplied.

"To run off with all your weird new space friends," Leonard nodded, and Summer didn't even bother to hold back rolling her eyes. "But now that you've finished at least a summer of classes, here you go."

Three faces looked at her proudly as her grampa slid a check face-down on the table and Summer smiled back kindly, expecting the usual $25 dollars, maybe even 50 because it was for a big event like her graduation. She picked it up, ready to put on a font of appreciation for the middling amount once she took a look at it.

"Holy shit," she said instead, eyes wide, staring. "That...is a lot of zeroes.

"Where did you even get all this money?" she asked, once she realized from the beatific look on their faces that it wasn't just some sort of weird joke.

"Oh, we started it the moment we found out our son knocked up your mom," said Leonard, far too nonchalant about it, too. "We figured they'd need all the help they could get!"

"And then Jacob," Joyce's smile brightened when she reached for the young man's hand, "it turns out, had invested in that...BitCoin thing, and it really paid off!"

"Once I convinced them that selling jello in space wasn't code for anything nefarious," Jacob added, "they figured this would be a good use of the extra cash flow."

But his brow furrowed as he leaned forward a little. "It's...not, is it?"

"No," Summer said, and she had to laugh. How could she not, sitting on a small fortune like that? "No, it's not." Sliding off the bench, she opened her arms to encourage everyone out into a hug. "You guys are the absolute best, I don't even know how I can thank you, this is...this is...ugh!" Words were, clearly, failing her, but she let her hug do the talking. "Ohhhh, it is so nice to actually have normal people in this family!"

Of course, it was too soon to send all that seed money into the jello business; she hadn't even started scoping out locations in earnest, but there was another faint idea of where she might invest it, so the moment she got home, she popped up to her room and pulled up a number she hadn't needed to call in a while.

"Hello? Miss Blackstone? It's Summer Smith...no...no, no, I'm not calling for jello this time, but I do have a question for you. Remember how you used to have that sign about selling the store? Is that still a thing...? ...yeah? Ohmygod."

[[ L O N G G A M E!! Open if anyone wants to get in touch with her, of course! ]]

It had been just a routine tour into another dimension to cheat a society out their preferred power source so that he could better run his Intergalactic Popcorn Maker, so when Rick returned to the garage to find things were...different, it wasn't a welcome sight.

"Summer!" he shouted, glaring at the copious amounts of burnished copper and levers that had seemed to replace all of his shining platinum and blinking buttons, and then he threw open the door and stomped through the kitchen, where, yeah, the fridge was now definitely running on some steam apparatus and the microwave door looked like it'd been pulled off the side of a submarine, bubble window and all. "Looks like your stupid school universe is leaking!"

"Oh, what?" said Summer, rolling the eye that wasn't covered by her magnifying apparatus, not even really looking up from the little phone-sized device that clanked away with a bunch of tiny little gears. "My stupid school universe? Excuse you, Grampa, but I'm pretty sure it's usually your stupid universes causing all the trouble. Why's it gotta be me this time?"

"Because *BRRRP* you're...you're the only one with stupid shit on her face and covered in *BUURP* pointless gears."

Summer looked up. It was true. There was Morty, playing on a tablet. Her dad, reading a newspaper. Her mom, watching TV, though the TV looked very much like something someone would put together with car parts and engine belts, though the people were definitely all the same, normal people they always were. She blinked.

"Huh."

"Yeah," said Rick irritably, then burped for a third time. "Huh."

There was a bit of an awkward silence, as Summer considered this situation and whether or not there was anything she could do about it, and since she clearly couldn't, she just shrugged and got up from the couch. "Hey, Dad, can I borrow the car? Nancy says there's a sale on pocket watches and fingerless gloves down at the mall."

"Sure thing, sweetie," said Jerry, fishing them out of his pocket to hand them open, "just make sure to fill it with water and recheck the steam valves before you get back."

"Thanks, Dad."

And, with a little bit of a snooty confidence that she'd somehow won something by treading all over the mess-up-the-world-inexplicably-for-a-few-days thing that her grampa usually had going on, she added, "Sorry, Rick."

[[i kind of had to? open if you want to get in touch with her, too, because I'm sure she has some sort of fancy-ass portable rotary phone...thingy]]

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! ]]

After stuffing the fridge in the common room with jello and jello shots for Sunday (with a very clear DO NOT TOUCH sign attached to each container), Summer headed back to her room, stood in the doorway for a second, looked around and sighed. She'd been putting it off, but with graduation tomorrow and the party on Sunday, she wouldn't really have a lot of time to do it later. She better get to packing her stuff now.

It was...very slow going. She kept coming across little things here and there that sparked up memories and left her lingering a little with reminiscing. Sure, it has only been a year, but what a year it had been! She wondered what she was going to do with all the plants that had managed to survive, somehow, under Summer's care, without the effective touch of Sheimi's green thumb. She kept glancing toward the window, where the construction on the hole where the shark had blown in was nearly seamless, yet she still felt she could see it there. Funny, really...she was going to switch out a room where, when she looked out the window, she wouldn't be thinking of dead sharks anymore. She would be thinking of her dead brother instead.

Yaaaaay.

She didn't want to go back, but a deal was a deal, and she'd suffer through at least the summer, see where things stood after that. For now, she tried to not let her mind wander so much and tried to focus on getting her things packed up and her survival techniques for her family being back on the island tomorrow for the graduation stuff. Maybe, just maybe, Morty wouldn't be pervy toward one of her mentors this time. Maybe her mother wouldn't get drunk. Maybe her dad wouldn't be...himself.

Pshyeah. Right.

Maybe the island could throw her her a bone over here and make something happens to render her unconscious for the whole day so she just didn't have to live through tomorrow. That wouldn't be too bad, either.

But nope. Looks like it was just packing for now.

[[door and post are open!]]

Hey, y'all. Due to the shift in the calendar (that my dumb brain is just noticing now), Summer's party is going to be next Sunday, not this one, and the invitations said that this whoooooole tiiiiime *waves hands mysteriously*. No need to do her big send-off a week before I have to.

So yes. Next Sunday. This whooooole tiiiiiime. *Twilight Zone music intensifies*

Summer had tried to stay at the clinic for as long as she could last night; she was hoping there might be a break in everyone's condition, or maybe the doctors would figure something out, and then they could do whatever needed to be done to fix it, but she must have fallen asleep at one point, woken up by the gentle shaking of a nurse who suggested she go home and get some rest. She wanted to argue, but they met all of her arguments before she even said them, and she made them promise to text her the moment anything happened, especially if Kanan woke up. It was typical for her to barely look up from her phone when going anywhere, but it was definitely different last night, and when she got back to her room, she felt so incredibly grateful that Stance had come with her, because the loneliness in that room would have absolutely killed her. After a shower to get all the bits of jello and pepper and monster gore off of her skin and out of her hair, she cuddled up with Stance on her bed and passed out until well past noon.

She woke feeling strange, sleep having swept away most of the night, but it didn't take long for her brain to remind her what was happening, especially since she opened her eyes to find Stance licking her face, trying to get her attention and letting out a little whimper. That's all it took for it to come flooding back to her, she gasped, reaching for her phone, no news, no news at all...except that class had been canceled, but she wasn't going to go anyway. She let out a whimper of her own.

"You're probably hungry, huh, Stance?" Summer murmured after a moment of just petting him to console herself, but it didn't work. "I'll be right back, okay?"

She went to the common room, grabbed something she figured a dog might light from the fridge and brought it back, leaving the door open, because that at least made her feel a little less lonely. As Stance gobbled up the leftover whatever it was, she sat down, feeling awfully numb, but then he finished and bounced over to her, tail wagging, looking eager. That made her smile, just a little, and she found a ball of socks and used that to play a little game of mindless fetch with him until he wore himself out, thinking how nice it must be to be a dog, only worrying about your next meal, something to play with, a warm body to cuddle, but it probably wouldn't be long before he started wondering where his owner was...

But for now...playing fetch, in a sad attempt to make herself feel marginally better.

[[door and post are open!]]

God, family holidays suuuucked. Was there anything worse than being obligated to just hang out with your family on the pretext of some religious event that no one in your household even believed in? Summer was about ready to stab herself in the face with a fork just to feel alive again. She'd had lunch already with her mom and Morty and Rick, who had unsurprisingly disappeared, and her dad was going to pick them up in a little bit to go have dinner with Gramma and Grampa Smith and Jacob, but, in the meantime, she was just bored as hell.

Sooooo...maybe, since Rick wasn't even there, she'd go poke around the garage for something interesting. Because that was always a great idea, poke around at interdimensional machines and devices, half of which she'd have no idea how to use, but a surprising amount of stuff she did. But she did find the Morphizer-Xe, and a very interesting thought crawled into her brain.

( Boob-ya...aka Cut for length, boobs, body horror and my canon being really, really dumb sometimes but I still kinda love it. )

[[ i honestly never expected to ever use this episode, and yet here were are. sometimes, you just get inspired and handwavey just won't cut it. altered/transcribed from Rick and Morty S03:E05, "The Whirly Dirly Conspiracy". open if'n anyone wants to text or call. Happy Easter, y'all]]

Normally, Summer would be at Luke's right now, getting nice warm pancakes that sounded awesome right now and a milkshake which sounded significantly less awesome right now, but fuck that noise. She doubted the diner would even be open right now anyway, and if it was...she could easily spend the whole time making fun of BDG and yelling at the staff for thinking they could make pancakes in a blackout. And that would be fun, but also...

Friggin' snowpocalypse out there. No thanks. Summer was going to stay in bed, giving a worried look toward the fixed hole in her wall where the shark had gone through so many moon ago any time the wind seemed to blow particularly hard, underneath a lot of blankets, flipping through some old magazines, because she couldn't even charge her damn phone right now. UGH! This was seriously the worst...

...ooh, but that was a seriously cute top! If only she could use her phone right now and buy it.

[[she felt left out! Open if you want to swing by!]]

Though she tried to tell a lot of people at the picnic, especially the newbs who might not have phones, Summer was still going to send out her mass text invitation to catch all the people she didn't get to. Because she was only human, here, people. So you more than likely got a text if you lived in the dorms. Or maybe a helpful sqirrel transcribed a note in glitter and slipped it under your door. The island had its ways. But the message was simple:

New Years Party All Night Because Who Even CaresThat We Have School In The Morning??
Second floor common room
Sunday
GTFO 2017!!

Everyone invited!
<3 Summer

That'll do. That'll do just fine.

[[open post with a big ol' warning that I'm probably passing out soon, bam!]]

For all that Summer had been complaining that Fandom High had been getting a little boring for her (that Klingon bloodwine had definitely ensured that she missed that whole weird-future-versions-of-everyone-trying-to-end-the-world business, so that didn't really count), she was feeling pretty glad to come back to it after the week she'd had. Sure, everything worked out in the end, but being telekinetically strangled by your dad's alien ex-girlfriend was not something you let go of very easily, no matter how hard you were trying to move past it. Even with weird-future-versions-of-everyone-trying-to-end-the-world, this place just seemed to much simpler to her, and, while she'll likely be complaining about it again in a couple of weeks, after the sheen of the new semester wore off, she was feeling mighty grateful for it now.

With a faint grunt, Summer threw open her bedroom door. She threw her suitcase off to the side. And she threw herself face-up on her bed, letting out the required amount of exasperated groan, and just sort of stared up at the ceiling.

Don't let the grunts and groans fool you. It felt good to be back.

[[door and post are open!]]

"Dad, what's going on?"

They had just pulled Morty out of his weekly counselling session at Harry Herpson, walking down the hallway of Summer's old high school, and she'd finally decided to start pressing him for an explanation.

"We’re going to Alaska," he told her.

"What?" asked Morty. "Why?"

( Just rip the Band-Aid off! )

"Dad," said Morty, gently attempting to turn him away toward the mouth of the cave, "you just got handed an Ex Machina. You’re taking it."

*********

Back at the house, Summer and Morty all but sprinted inside.

"We’re ho~ome!" Summer sang as they headed toward the dining room, ready to slip into a little bit of normalcy again.

( A Suprisingly Wholesome Conclusion )

"By the way," he said quickly, "that wasn’t time travel. There were just a couple pizzas on the counter. I grabbed them."

Just to be clear for the pedantic.

[[and fin! More S03E09, "The ABC's of Beth." What's a holiday break without a little canon trauma, right? Summer will be back tomorrow, but for now she's reachable by text or call if you'd like]]

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MHA #4; Wednesday [06/19].
MHA #4; Monday Evening [06/17].
MHA #4; Tuesday Afternoon [03/26].
MHA #4; Sunday [01/20].
Outside the Archeon Nebula; the GFFW, Tuesday [01/15].
MHA #4; Thursday All Day [10/25].
MHA #4; Tuesday All Day [10/23].
MHA #4; Friday Evening [10/05].
MHA #4; Wednesday Afternoon [08/22].
Shoney's Restaurant; Seattle, WA. Earth Dimension [Unknown], 08/17.
The Smith Residence; Earth Dimension [Unknown], Saturday [08/04].
The Smith Residence; Dimension [Unknown], Friday Morning [06/15].
Room 204; Friday Afternoon [05/04].
OOC : Summer's Party.
Room 204; Friday Afternoon [04/20].
The Smith Residence; Dimension [Unknown], Easter Sunday [04/01].
Room 204; Sunday Afternoon [03/24].
Room 204; Saturday Evening [12/30].
Room 204; Friday Afternoon [12/29].
Earth Dimension [Replacement]; Thursday, December 28th.

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MHA #4; Wednesday [06/19].

MHA #4; Monday Evening [06/17].

MHA #4; Tuesday Afternoon [03/26].

MHA #4; Sunday [01/20].

Outside the Archeon Nebula; the GFFW, Tuesday [01/15].

MHA #4; Thursday All Day [10/25].

MHA #4; Tuesday All Day [10/23].

MHA #4; Friday Evening [10/05].

MHA #4; Wednesday Afternoon [08/22].

Shoney's Restaurant; Seattle, WA. Earth Dimension [Unknown], 08/17.

The Smith Residence; Earth Dimension [Unknown], Saturday [08/04].

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

Room 204; Friday Afternoon [05/04].

OOC : Summer's Party.

Room 204; Friday Afternoon [04/20].

The Smith Residence; Dimension [Unknown], Easter Sunday [04/01].

Room 204; Sunday Afternoon [03/24].

Room 204; Saturday Evening [12/30].

Room 204; Friday Afternoon [12/29].

Earth Dimension [Replacement]; Thursday, December 28th.