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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! ]]
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.
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:
[[ 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! ]]
