somethingwithturquoise: (making it up as you go along: that's wha)
Funny how one riled up conversation in a diner before leaving and then less than 24 hours of arriving back home was more than enough to remind Summer just how much the Galactic Federation sucked and how badly she wanted things to go back to the way they were. How oblivious and submissive to it all everyone seemed. How her Grampa Rick was probably festering away while they continued existence in a world where frequent DNA scans and eating pills for meals was totally normal. And all it took was one meal to make her snap.

Maybe I just want you to care if I run away yelling! )

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Summer didn't stay in her room for long, though it had been long enough for the sun to set and a small thunderstorm to roll in. Her father's obliviousness, her mother's drunkeness and self-pity, Morty's entire weak apathy about it all, just stewed inside of her until she couldn't take it any more. Sure, she had planned to do some investigating throughout the week before heading back to school, but she needed to see what she could find now. She just had to!

I'll make it up as I go. That's what Grampa Rick does. That's what heroes do. )

"That's my sister," Morty said. "This used to be my home."

[[ooooo-weee! Did someone say canon catch-up? 'Cause this here's the first slice of a nice, fat canon catch-up pie. Part one of...ohgod. So many. Transcribed pretty much directly from Season 3, Episode 1 "The Rickshank Redemption," so, you know, totally spoilies and such]]
somethingwithturquoise: (home sweet home)
What. A. Day. What a goddamn stupid, awful, dumb, stupid day. Summer knew that having to go home for her 'suitable for society' test would be lame as all hell, but she had severely underestimated just how lame all hell could be. Some of it was fine; her friends were still her friends, and places around town where they used to hang out was still pretty much the same, just with an extra Gromflomite presence everywhere, the skyline filled with weird alien ships, the streets swarmed more with unfamiliar creatures than human ones. She even got a chance to catch up a little with Ethan, which was...nice. A good distraction, especially since they both knew she'd be leaving again, but it was good to grasp onto something old and familiar. She was as stubborn and uncooperative during her test as could be, pretty much guaranteeing she'd be sent back to Fandom High for the rest of the summer...she hoped. Once she returned, she remembered just how messed up it all truly was, the distance distorting her perspective, so she had to be careful to show that she could still be swayed, just maybe, in the right circumstances, because she knew that there was somewhere much, much worse they could send her.

And then she spent the evening having a...lovlely pill dinner with her family, lovely and full of tension and bad attempts to be polite that wound up exploding into bitter commentary and angry glares. Beth was drunk, Jerry was being asinine, and Morty...well, Summer had to admit, she had really missed Morty, and he was actually quiet most of the time, though he kept shooting her these worried little looks that made her want to punch them right off his dumb face. But she tried to be good and take it and be civil, at least for now, because she was just focused on that night, when everyone else went to sleep, and she would slip into the garage and start looking for something...anything!...that would help her find her Grampa Rick.

And then the worst thing imaginable happened.... )

[[And this is what happens when you're STILL WAITING FOR YOUR NEW CANON THAT YOU WERE EXPECTING TO HAVE BY NOW, ARRRGGGH. ]]

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