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

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 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!]]