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

Summer couldn't really remember if the bottles of Coke being distrubuted by the polar bears would actually stick around for longer than today, but she'd collected a few extra for tomorrow, just in case, and was going to try some new ideas for incorperating the cola into jello shots in the meantime. And when she wasn't working on that, she was crafting together a good mass text to send to everyone about the party on Friday.

Sure, she said she was going to invite the whole faculty thanks to having them already on hand for when she sent out school trip party invites, but she wasn't going to just stop there. She'd been put in charge of invitations, and so she was going to be in charge of invitations. Which meant sending out a mass text to everyone outside the student body whose number she could scrounge up.

Happy Holidays!
Before we all get SICK of Christmas cheer and can only say BAH HUMBUG to it all, party it up with a Holiday Party Extravaganza!
Friday, December 4th
@ MCA #1
(that's Rey's apartment!)

There will be punch! Presents! Party games!
Ugly Sweaters Encouraged!
And an EXCLUSIVE seasonal jello shot DEBUT!

Seriously, you don't want to miss it!
Contact Summer (that's me!) or Annie for more deets!

And, obviously, there were posters being printed up to be spread around town, too, just in case anyone just straight up disregarded the mass text as spam, and she would not blame them.

When her phone buzzed soon after that with a message, she was thrilled to see someone already responding, but it turned out that was not the case at all, and the message was actually coming from somewhere else entirely.

( Cut for text conversation )

"I didn't!" Summer said to her phone, outloud, because that's how frustrated she was, and then she remembered to text it, too, but, after that, things on her grampa's side went quiet, as she was pretty sure he went to deal with whatever this monolith bullshit was that she knew she had nothing to do with but was now actually really curious about, and she considered...

...no. Nope. She had a party to help plan for and some jello experiments that would hopefully go better than other recent jello experiements performed by other people, and she reminded herself that it was healthier to just step away and not engage...

[[ yeah, like a mysterious monolith is going to show up randomly in the same place where this hyper-ridiculous sci-fi ship wound up for Thanksgiving and I'm not going to do anything with it?? Anyway, it's open! ]]

Summer had gone ahead and taken most of the day once her class was finished to rest up yesterday, and it seemed like that was a good thing, too, because when she woke up late in the morning the next day, she actually was...feeling a little better. The fever seemed to have broken, at the very least, so if she took it easy, she might be in pretty good shape for her party tonight. Definitely not top-notch, that much was clear as she groaned a little and tried to get herself out of bed, but she managed, groggily sitting at the edge of the bed for a moment before she noticed Pancakes watching her, all stiff and growling from the door.

And as soon as Pancakes noticed Summer noticing her, she went even stiffer, arching her back, hair standing up on end, and letting out a hiss before scampering off into the living room.

"Yeah, well," said Summer, trying not to sound too hurt and injured by that. Sure, it's not like she expected the cat to come waltzing with with confetti and balloons singing 'Happy Birthday' or anything, but that was just unnecessary, "fuck you, too, cat."

And now she was starting the day grumpy and irritable. Great. She sighed and got up, shuffling to the bedroom still in a fairly blurry state, mindlessly reaching for the door of the medicine cabinet to get out her toothbrush (with an idle thought that she really needed a manicure and bad, yeesh), and then closed the door to peer into the mirror to see just how much make-up she was going to need today to look somewhat Not Sick.

Apparently, the answer was: All the Makeup.

"What. The. Hell."

Two big black eyes blinked back at Summer, going wide at first before her brows decended in a worried frown. She leaned forward, touching gingerly at the grey, scaly skin there, frowning as some of it seemed to brush away like ash between her fingertips. And she was going to need a whole lot more than a manicure, by the looks of those claws, and Summer didn't know what was happening right now, but she did know that it was her birthday and the fact that this was happening on her birthday when she was supposed to be having this big old party was just...just...

Infuriating. She let out an angry yell, bearing her teeth at her reflection before pulling back a fist and smashing the mirror, breaking it up into a dozen mismatched shards, and, when that wasn't satisfying enough to vent her anger, she reached over and just tore the entire door off. Knocked some of the little bottles of lotion and perfume and other toiletries off in a clatter.

And then she picked up her phone, pulled up the list from the other night that she'd used to send the first message about the party, and sent another one, one she suspected people could FEEL the rage through:

NEVER FUCKING MIND!!! PARTY'S CANCELLED!!!

Why was this happening on her birthday?? Her birthday!! She followed the message up with a series of very angry emoji faces, and then went to send a message specifically to BDG:

We have to reschedule! If there aren't fucking UNICORNS ON THIS ISLAND next week, we fucking RIOT!!

And in the process of all that, Summer was discovering just how frustrating it was to actually type with claws, and so she, in another fit, wound up turning around and throwing her phone against the wall.

She supposed if it chimed with any responses, she might check and see just how badly she'd damaged it by doing that, but right now, she was just a little too busy flip-flopping between being flaily and furious about her current state to care. And maybe, just maybe, in a swing of regret, propping up a shard of broken mirror and desperately trying to see if she actually could cover some of this hot mess that was now her face up with some clever useage of foundation and concealer.

Yeah, no. This party was definitely cancelled. Life was cancelled. What. The. Hell!!


[[ and it's open! ]]