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

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!]]

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!]]

Summer was due for a quick weekend back home on her mom's request. Guess it was some sort of attempt to seem like a better mother in light of the divorce. Perhaps another Summer would have found it a pain in the butt, but this Summer was programmed to be glad for her mother's newly single status and would happily come home to praise her and soothe over the idea that something was wrong, that her children were in danger, that Rick was up to something. So she was singing that goddamn Ace of Base song again as she went to get her suitcase out from under her bed.

( And then she hit a snag )

"What. The. Hell."

Summer sat on the floor, staring at the new discovery, unsure of whether she should investigate further or just pretend she didn't see anything at all.


[[ door and post are open! Cut for mild body horror. Also, spoilers: this is robo!Summer's final Fandom post for the foreseeable future ]]

Because Summer apparently didn't have enough going on in her life with trying to break her grampa out of space jail, she now had a new very important goal that seemed....slightly easier to achieve. Which wasn't saying much, because Summer apparently was a very ambitious, slightly delusional young lady. However, it didn't take her long to come up with what she thought was a brilliant idea, with but one giant obstacle: Morty.

When she got back to her room, she took a deep breath, rehearsed her speech again in her head, and dialed home.

"Morty, I need your help," she said, before he even had a chance to answer.

"S-Summer, Dad told you to stop...to stop bothering me! He says he knows of a Gromflomite detention school to s-send you to, a real one this time, if you don't...if you don't knock it off!"

"No, no, no, no, wait, Morty, I promise you, this isn't about Grampa Rick. Well, it is, kind of, but it's not about breaking him out of prison this time. I swear. Just hear me out, okay?"

Summer took his silence as a petulant agreement. "Okay, do you remember, when we escaped the wedding and Grampa Rick used that thing to pin down how many Earth-like planets were available that we could live on? Like, he just asked it and it told him?"

She could tell that he wasn't sure he'd like where this was going. "Uh, yeahhhh, why?"

"I need you to find that device for me, Morty. I need it, for a friend, okay? Just...it's too dumb complicated to explain right now, but I need you to poke around the garage and see if he's left it or hidden it anywhere, okay? Please? I'll send you as many boxes of Strawberry Smiggles you want if you manage to find it."

"S-Summer, you know they confiscated most of Rick's stuff, and Dad turned the garage into his own space now. B-besides, that-that thing was on his spaceship. He abandoned us in that spaceship. If-if it's a-a-anywhere, Summer, R-Rick still has it."

"Just check, Morty, god! How hard can it be just to look? What have you got going on that's got you too busy to just look? Making out with Gromflomites for extra pills? Yeah, I bet those little feelers and those huge, sagging ba--"

"God, Summer, stop being a bitch!"

"No, you stop being a bitch, Morty. A little bitch who can't even help out his own dear sister. Just look, okay, Morty? That's all I'm asking. And maybe, just maybe, if you pull through with me on this, I'l...stop bothering you about contacts for Grampa Rick, deal?"

Another pause, but she could tell it was a good pause. "Yeah, okay, I'll look."

Victory! "Thank you, Morty! You're the best little brother ever."

"He's not coming back, Summer! We're all better off without hi---"

Annnnnd click. Enough of that. Summer nodded, pleased with herself, and then flopped belly-down on her bed to catch up with some texts and other notifications, trying not to think about the fact that Morty was probably right.

[[ mostly establishy, but the door is open! ]]