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

So, Summer's loser ex-husband had shown up for a Parents Weekend, again. She didn't know why, she didn't know how (although she had some theories), but she did know that it was the last thing she wanted to deal with right now. Ugh! This was supposed to be a nice, carefree PW with no guests except other people's so she could just reconnect with previous visitors and maybe meet some new ones, and not have to deal with that one guy she married when she was seventeen because it was the apocalypse and her parents were getting a divorce.

Unfortunately, Hemorrhage knew where she lived, so she couldn't just hide out in her room all weekend, either. She'd have to find somewhere else to go, and the next possible thing that came to her mind was exactly one floor up and with a lock that she could practically pick in her sleep.

(She should maybe get her own key one of these days, but locking picking was a good way to work out some of her frustration).

And so now, in Stark's apartment, she was pretty much wearing out a line in his floor with pacing back and forth and trying to think of how best to take care of this situation and this asshole with a penchant for ruining her Parents Weekends.

Honestly, at this point, she'd almost wished she had gotten Rick instead.

[[ apartment modded with permission, and for he who lives there and his guest! ]]

Because of course Summer got to the be the special snowflake with an office that existed outside of a certain cluster of offices held by people with some mysterious unifying force, she got to also have her own post. Not that her mind was actually on meeting with the guests of her students very much that weekend, since she had her own to focus on, and the whole weekend was going to be all sorts of talking and planning and probably a few drinks and manicures in there, too.

It helped, though, that this office did hold kind of a special meaning for Summer, and one that was pretty appropriate to why Beth was even here in the first place, and it opened the door to tell her mom a little bit more about her time in space with the jello shop, what she was doing out there, why she had to come back, and, subsequently, the times she got to help with Rey and the resurgence of that empire, not to dissisimilar to the resurgence of the empire that Beth was dealing with.

There was, of course, also the issue of Summer's dad, who Summer was starting to suspect hadn't come to see her at all, and that, actually, he was here to latch onto Barry. Which was really sad and pathetic and not at all surprising, and Summer almost felt as if she should do something about that, but, look, she had some important stuff to talk to her mom about, and, really? Barry had to learn somehow. This is what you got, Ween, if you wanted to be a part of this family, and the best way to teach that lesson was to just let him suffer.

Beth, meanwhile, was still rather fascinated by the mural on the wall.

"So you said it's called a loth-cat?" she asked, turning back to her still-beaming daughter behind her desk. "I can't decide if Squanchette would be offended by this or not."

"Wait," said Summer, "Squanchette? You have a Squanch on your team??"

"Well, I mean," Beth sounded casual, but she had to chuckle a little, "it was her planet that got razed during the wedding massacre, remember? She's got even more of a beef with the Federation than most of us. But it's a good team, Summer, I think you'll like them. And..." She paused to give her a fond smile. "I think they'll like you, too."

It was a good thing Summer had been working on keeping all of her excitement about all this bottled tightly inside, because otherwise, she would be releasing a high-pitched happy squeal of just one long, sustained sound that would carry all the way over to that big clump of offices.

Goddamn, her space mom was so cool!!

[[ open door, open office, open post! Same SP vibes apply here as with all those losers in the clump ]]