I'm gonna move to the southwest, and, I don't know...

Soooo, a lot had happened last week, and don't even get Summer started on the multiple Summers of it all. In fact, she was quite ready to breeze right past that (and a little further back, too, while she was at it), generally pretend nothing had happened, and head on upstairs with a armful of baking supplies and very specific cookie cutters and baking molds to go knocking on Stark's door.

Because there were supposed to be cookies today, and cookies there would be. Like she was one to let a very weird week stop her from blatantly ignoring any awkwardness that might have occurred and just move on with her damn life.

[[ for he that lives there! ]]

Ah, yes, what better way to follow up a day heavy on war stuff than a jello shot party in what was essentially a hotel room! But, look, the Wednesday night jello room parties were just a tradition at this point, and Summer practically centered the first half of her trips around making them happen, so she was going to be very disappointed if no one even bothered to show up.

She was going to have a very rough Thursday if she had to do all these jello shots by herself (minus the one or two she could convince Barry to choke down).

So the mass texts to everyone had been sent out, as well as texts to Annie and Rey to show off the jello shot spread and show off what they were missing (with an added text to Annie that went something along the lines of seriously, though, u good? do you need anything? everything cool?), and she just had to finish with the set up. There was some beer and sodas and whatever leftover liquor didn't go into the shots and wine (because France) and some moddable snacks, but, of course, most of the attention was in the jello shots, which included some apple cider ones featuring cider from the countryside and chocolate covered strawberries with chocolate from the local chocolatier. Pears made an appearance in the line up, as did pumpkin. Of course there was champagne, a chocolate eclair, and.....mac and cheese....but, you know, with fancy local cheeses, because that made it better.

Look, just because they were in France, didn't mean you were free from at least That One Shot.

So it was time to party! Chaperones only! Summer will pay Rosa good money to make sure students stay out.

(She would have roped Goose and Sidon into it, but she knew them both well enough to know that while they did cut impressive figures as bouncers, she was pretty sure they would just encourage just letting every one in).

[[ open room party is open! posted here to get the most party bang out of my party buck and general readability. No OCD. Have at it! ]]

Sooooo, Summer had met Chiana, and, just as the narrative suspected, it was indeed a great/terrible idea. One that had lead to a little impromptu mini party for jello shots and space pot, which made sense, especially since Summer was the only terrestrial human of the small group this had been planned around.

So, within a few minutes, thanks to Barry's shot maker machine, they had some jello shots--nothing fancy, of course, you couldn't do much with the machine, but at least Stark would be way more confident that none of them had anything too weird in them? They also had some raslek, to make Chiana feel more at home and since Summer had started stocking it at the store, not to mention her vast and impressive array of pot from various different dimensions and planets.

Which, if you asked her, meant that if the night ended up being anything but awesome, it certainly wouldn't be on her.

[[ expecting three aliens, but the post if open if anyone else wants to drop in for booze and recreational drug use (and there's your CW about that)! Although it does come with a warning that it will be mostly played out tomorrow, because it is late, I am sick, but there is no way we could just let this go handwaved ]]

Was half the reason Summer invited Liz over for a little impromptu (and oh-so-handwavey) girls' night in just to make sure the woman actually slept last night? Yes, yes it was. Just like how she was definitely making breakfast right now, too, just to make sure Liz actually ate something. Which, you know, she thought was fairly ridiculous to be doing for a grown ass woman who continued to mildly terrify her with the idea that this was a person who was going to be responsible for another tiny human at some point, but, well....

Either way, after pampering and virgin margs, Liz had managed to fall asleep on the couch, so Summer was trying to be quiet in the kitchen while she put together some breakfast in between getting started on preparing some of her shots for her bar shift that evening. Try being the operative word, because she had both Pancakes and Rain seemingly very interested in what she was doing and making frequent complaints about the fact that what she was doing was apparently not paying enough attention to them.

"God," said Summer to the cats, Pancakes particularly, who seemed to be leading this charge, "you're such divas."

Now, where could she have possibly picked that up from?

[[ mostly for the houseguest, but can certainly be open for other things too! ]]

Hey, everyone! I suck at info posts, and I have a lot of characters, so here's just a quick and dirty lazy overview of all my pups, and I'll let the questions and gifs fly from there.

( At least when I'm disgusting, it's on purpose. )

( You can do it! I believe in you! )

( I have a BONE to pick with you! )

( A place where everyone knows your name is hell )

( Do we really have to fight, Yama-jii? )

( It's a beautiful day. Now watch some bastard mess it up. )

( All that's left is to make our noodle dream a reality )

( That's it! I've come up with a new recipe. )

( Sooo, friend? What's your favorite color? Do you like popcorn-flavored jellybeans? Cause I do! What's your availability for sleepovers? Are we in a secret club?! )

( I don't think my problem is with God. It's with the men who think they speak for Him and the women who obey those men without question. )

( ...Why can't we just talk it over...? )

( The politicking, purple-eyed child? )

( The Person Behind them All )



Feel free to tag in with a multitude of things I've forgotten!

After several hours undersea, fighting her way through a cadre of aquatic sealife with a mercilessness that was going to make it difficult to look Sidon in the eye for a while (good thing that was already a challenge with how tall he was, huh?), Summer finally did it. She managed to make her way into Mr. Nimbus' Ocean Palace, located the forbidden shell that gave him his powers, and absconded with it to return home before she had to add too many more stupid sexy shark soldiers to that body count.

"Grampa!" Summer burst through the door of the garage, holding her hard-earned prize and the clear sigil of Rick's well-placed trust aloft in her hand as she did so. "I got the shell!"

"Shit."

That curse out of Rick and the very dramatic shift in the air between him and Mr. Nimbus in that moment of dramatic reveal made Summer feel like she had really missed something, a certain tender expression on the King of the Ocean's face shifting into one of deepest betrayal and offense.

"Okay, Nimbus," Rick implored quickly, "look..."

"You son of a bitch!" Mr. Nimbus pulled back one of his arms, balling up a fist and sending it crashing into Rick's face, then seized him by the shoulders to pull him down into his knee headed for his stomach. "Betrayer!"

Summer stared, wide-eyed, as Mr. Nimbus continued to whale on her grandfather. "My-my weapons!" Rick gasped between relentless blows and manhandling at Mr. Nimbus' hands. "Morty! Get my weapons!"

"I...I used them all!" Morty protested helplessly.

"Wait!" Summer waved the forbidden shell frantically. "Grampa! What do I do? I have the shell! Should I..." What did someone even do with a magical forbidden shell. "Should I blow it?"

Mr. Nimbus now had Rick on the ground, still showering him with punches, and Summer, overwhelmed with indecision, just shook her head. "is that....I'm....I'm just gonna blow it!"

"Don't blow it! Destroy the--" But it was too late. Summer had placed the colorful conch to her lips as she inhaled and then blew out as fierce as she could, sending a thin trumpeting sound into theh air. "--horn."

"What the hell, Summer!" Morty demanded as Mr. Nimbus, eyes gone wide at the siren call of the forbidden shell, pulled off of Rick as a magical aura surrounded him, pink and shimmering and making his muscles pop and bulking him up significantly.

"You were supposed to destroy the horn!" Rick lamented, trying to crawl away from underneath Mr. Nimbus, who swiftly slammed a fist into his head before getting up to drag the old man away by his hair.

"How was I supposed to know that?" Summer argued, and they went to follow Mr. Nimbus as he tossed Rick out onto the driveway outside of the garage, just as a cop car with blazing sirens rolled up to a stop in front of them.

"Police!" Mr. Nimbus declared, arms lifted behind his head with a might thrust of his pelvis. "Take this piece of shit to jail!"

"I told you!" Rick groaned, as the police officers flanked him and dragged him back up to his feet. "He's an ice cold dick killer!" And then, just before the cop car squealed off into the distance, he gave one last longing looking through the window. "Nimbus!"

As Beth and Jerry emerged from the house to see what was going on, and Mr. Nimbus continued to go through the motions of a variety of sexy poses, Summer looked from the shell in her hands, to where the car had disappeared, and then to Mr. Nimbus with a confused, mildly disturbed look on her face. "Wait," she said, "so how can he--?"

"Jesus, Summer!" said Jerry, throwing up his hands at such an obvious question. "He's Mr. Nimbus! He controls the police!"

Summer stared at her father for a moment, walked over to shove the conch shell into her mother's arms, and firmly declared, "I have been away way too long for this shit. I'm going back to Fandom, where things are normal."

With that, she picked just a little bit of clinging sea creature gore from her shoulder and flapper-stepped her way back through the garage door to get her portal gun and the keys to her ship.

And she was definitely keeping the harpoon gun.

[[ my canon, ladies and gentlemen! Thus wraps up Summer's part in Rick and Morty S05E01 "Mort Dinner Rick Andre," a completely pointless vignette that I still felt compelled to write out and make FH canon. DID I need to do this? No. Do I have mild regrets? Maybe. NDB for distance, OOC welcome? Look, Season 5 is a mess, I've got to take what I can get. ]]

So, there Summer was, cruising along the universe, jamming out to some Japanese Breakfast at top volume while hitting up some of her various contacts to find out where the best and biggest parties in the galaxy were expected to take place this weekend, because she was so ready to just let loose for herself for a weekend, when a call started to light up her dashboard.

"God dammit!"

She had barely been back to this dimension for a hot second, and, already, Crisis Control from the Homefront, apparently. She considered just ignoring it, but there was something almost....persistent about the tone that made her realize that, if she didn't take care of this now, he was going to keep bothering her all night.

"Sum-Sum!" Rick's voice came over dash the moment she answered it. "My favorite grandchild! Back in her old dimension again! What are the odds?"

"Ugh," said Summer. "What do you want, Rick?"

"Listen, Summer," his tone went suddenly serious, in a way that made her immediately start side-eyeing the speaker. "Your timing is impeccable, I knew I could depend on you, I need your help."

"Fuck off, Rick," Summer didn't skip a beat. "I'm on vacation. I'm on some well-deserved me time, and Squanchette is blowing up my phone with deets on a massive rager in Gear Town and there is no way I'm missing it."

"C-c-come on, Summer!" Rick stammered out a protest. "You really going to do me dirty like that?"

Summer was just going to let her silence answer that one.

At first, Rick met her silence with some of his own, until, finally, "You're the only one I can trust with this one, Summer."

"...God dammit," Summer breathed out, hands tight on the steering wheel, and she let it out with a long sigh.

"Does that mean you'll help?"

"God dammit, Rick!" she repeated angrily. "You already know it does. But can it at least fucking wait until tomorrow? I came out here to get absolutely wrecked, and I am going to be seriously pissed if whatever stupid shit you have going on right now is going to get in the way of that."

"We'll be cutting it real close," Rick admitted, "but I know you can do it."

Summer rolled her eyes.

"Have fun getting shitfaced at your space rager, sweetie. See you in the morning!"

"You better fucking have breakfast waiting for me, too!" Summer demanded, just before the call was terminated, and she quickly pulled up another number.

"Heeeey, Squanchette, yeah, it's Summer. Listen, I don't think Gear Town's going to work tonight. What have you got that's harder?"

So much for her Me Time! Can't step foot in this dimension for one fucking second....Ugh!


[[ me: I think I just need to send Summer for for a few days to take a break from her.

Summer: Okay, yeah, but what if instead....

I have been wanting to do this particularly stupid bit of very light canon for a while, though, so I guess here we go. NFB for distance, obviously, but open if anyone wants to get in touch! ]]

Having a super-genius scientist boyfriends was (usually) pretty great, but having a super-genius scientist boyfriend who fully supported you and helped to make all your crackpot sci-fi bullshit theories and experiment dreams a reality was even better. Barry definitely helped fill in some of the technical gaps in Summer's logic and reasoning, but, between the two of them and the plethora of resources available to them in the lab, it didn't even take that much time at all before Summer's vision came into fruition.

Sealed inside a nice soundproof case so that the constant looping of messages didn't drive Barry up a wall while he was working and carefully hooked up to a bunch of different monitors for data points and information (and, most importantly, changes or returning frequencies), Summer had set up the thirty communicators Goose had gotten for her, meticulously set them all to the frequency on Ignis' communicator, and then set the recorded message to play, repeating itself over and over (and over and over), just a constant feed so that whenever the next blip happened? If it was, in fact, a two-way street, Ignis would absolutely get the message.

She'd asked Liz and Goose to each provide their own message to send, because she felt hearing from one of them would catch their attention a bit better than hers, but, in the meantime, until they sent those to her, she felt she had a pretty good filler message until then:

Hey! Assholes! It's Summer! Answer your goddamn phones, you chocojerks!

Okay, so maybe Liz's and Goose's messages that would eventually replace hers were nicer and more...earnest, but she still felt hers brought much more urgency to the table.

[[ warehouse and totally not practically NPC boyfriend absolutely modded with permission! Post is also definitely open if anyone wants to swing by, get in touch, send through fly-by drones, provide Cup Noodle, etc, etc, etc. ]]

Rest and relaxation, pampering and a potential new hair cut had all been on the agenda for the day, and all of that (and more!) was right at Summer's finger tips at one of her favorite places in the entire multiverse: that goddamn space spa she never shut up about. And she was welcoming a new person into that elaborate space spa experience by dragging Liz along with her to hopefully start nudging her out of the particularly bad funk the current chocobro circumstances had put her into.

Like, seriously, with all the things this place had to offer? If that didn't start making Liz feel better, then Summer might be convinced that nothing would.

Well, you know, save for getting Prompto back, obviously. They were working on it! And she did have news.

She was just saving it for the right time, and the right time was definitely feeling like it could be just soaking in that strawberry-scented mineral bath with a space drink in hand, because it was definitely her favorite part of her favorite place.

"Ohmygoooooooooooood," she groaned happily into a sigh as she closed her eyes and breathed in the relaxing vapors and let the warm water surround her well-massaged muscles, "I seriously want this stuff just pumped into my own bathtub some day, I swear."


[[ for liz! Or, honestly, anyone else who wants in on a sudden spa date, you know Summer would not say no, and NFB for distance, natch ]]

Summer could, for all intents and purposes, have easly slapped together a party for Goose now that she knew his birthday was next week for this weekend, and she had the confidence that it would still be a complete and total banger, but if she had the opportunity to take a good solid week to put together something a little less rushed, she was going to take that opportunity, even if it meant toeing the line of too-belated if she wanted to tie it into Gladio's birthday, which had been last week. Honestly, she could probably take or leave the Gladio factor, if it weren't for the fact that she was already envisioning the most adorable little Cup Noodle^TM gift bags that could not just wait until next year.

So, she decided (unless anything else popped off because, let's face it, it was the weekend, she was willing to drop anything at the first sign of something better) tonight might be a good night to do (one of) the thing(s) she did best, and that was to get blazed out of her mind and start hitting up Insta and Pinterest for inspiration and ideas.

It didn't take long in considering location to remember that Goose's apartment was basically an empty shell of a habitat and one of the larger two-bedroom ones (which, come on, so much wasted potential!), which opened the door to a lot of decor possibilities, actually. And with that first little thread to start pulling on, she picked up her phone and shot him a text:

How do you feel about me invading your place next weekend?

Like, yes, sure, he literally lived right upstairs and she supposed she could have just gone up there to ask him, but pffft. Who actually went and visited their neighbors when they could just text?

[[ guess who will be stuck at work tonight and would love to get visits from neighbors or texts or anything else to make it through? this gal! totes open, I am expecting a total slog ]]