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So, Summer was having a great Parents Weekend; how was yours?

She didn't really need the confirmation, but that morning was definitely adding another point to the box that had waking up surrounded by limbs that weren't hers (not like that, ohmygod, but there had been that one Rakdos party....) was in the S-Tier category of Ways to Wake up. But the soft sound she made as she tried to stretch languidly without disturbing her guests did turn into a little bit of an uncomfortable groan as he stomach gave a gurgle of protest. And she frowned as her fingers brushed on a discarded cupcake wrapper that had somehow wound up at the top of her pillow.

"How many of these did we even eat last night?" she murmured to herself.

Lots, Summer. The answer was lots, there had been so many cupcakes. And that was, like, just the tip of that iceberg.

Heh.

^{[[ for thems that are in the bed with her at the get-go, of course, but certainly can be wide open after all that! ]]}

Summer had promised Stark that she'd show off her massive red robot ferret to him (not a euphemism, oh-em-geeee), and she figured the best way to do that was to just take him to where the thing was kept when not in use. Or, rather, to take him close to where it was kept, because it was actually kept at the bottom of the ocean.

"Okay," she said, once they'd portaled onto one of the larger outcroppings of rock, surrounded by the vast blue ocean, the stench of seaweed and salt water, and with the cawing of seagulls over head. She firmly set her GoTron pilot helmet on her head and then pulled her portal gun back out. "So you just wait here. I have to portal back the the house because the only way to access the cockpit is through the transport tubes, which will then suck me from the house into my ferret, and then I'll bring her out here so you can see her. Sound good?"

Because surely there was nothing nerve-wracking about the woman who just broke up to you leaving you all by yourself on a random rocky island in the middle of the ocean just because she basically said trust me bruh, right?

[[ for the aforementioned Stark and very NFB for distance ]]

So, yesterday had been....honestly a lot, but Summer had been thinking it could have been much worse. Sure, things at the bar were awkward, but she felt she sort of skirted around the issue she was trying to avoid pretty effectively. Squirrel brain was only going to get her so far, though, and she'd completely failed to take into account the fact that her apartment was right below Stark's, and in a vacuum, she could probably convince herself that her shaking him off after he walked her home had been super effective, she could actually hear him pacing upstairs pretty much all night, probably wringing his hands and trying to figure out where it was he'd gone wrong, which definitely made it clear to her that she needed to just get this over with and have this conversation.

Knowing as she did that he hadn't probably slept much, though, she made sure to swing by the Perk and pick up coffee and donuts for them both, because even though this was going to suck, at least they'd have caffeine and sugar to make it a little better.

So after a brief moment of thinking about just not, Summer reprimanded herself, took a deep breath, and knocked on the door.

[[for the very permissibly modded alien in the apartment, please and thank you~ ]]

Stark had invited Summer over that evening, in a very Stark sort of way, where he seemed to think that asking her to come over was this big deal that didn't frequently happen, by saying that he wanted to talk to her about something and then freaking out because of how that sounded and reassuring her that it wasn't anything bad, which then spiraled into more explanations and apologies until Summer seriously just wanted to text him back to, dude, just take a Xanax or something.

She didn't, she just told him not to worry about it and said she'd be over, but she was going to bring with her some gummies and a pizza, because it sounded like, whatever was on his mind, he was going to need them.

So, knock-knock, Stark! No, you didn't ask for drugs or food, but you were getting both anyway, personally delivered, because Summer was awesome like that.

[[ and obviously for that guy who lives here ]]

Today was the day that had been ultimately ascribed to be Stark's Official Unofficial Birthday, and, so, of course, Summer asked what he would like to do for it. And Stark, of course, had been predictably vague and uncertain. She managed to squeeze out of him the idea of a nice fancy dinner date, and so she put gears into motion and got them a nice reservation at a local Baltimore restaurant.

Sure, they could've gone almost anywhere in the multiverse, but there was a certain sweet quaintness to just hopping over to the nearest mainland city.

And also Summer had been seeing Of Love and Regrets popping off on some of her more culinary hipster social media radars, so that made it a done deal.

"The regret," she had assured him with convincing confidence "refers to the morning after having a few too many of their cocktails."

Probably. But she had already anticipated that the place's name would immediately cause some concern.

Anyway, they were there now and Summer was looking cute as hell and positioning her phone to get a good shot of her Pink Opps drink.

Because of course that was the one she'd get.

[[ for the birthday bf! And nfb for distance, unless Leroy really wants to be a creepy weirdo about it ]]

When it came to emergency precautions to jump out of the Thanksgiving weekend at home she was guilted into this year, Summer figured just her portal gun wasn't going to cut it. So she lowered her spaceship carefully against the curb in front of the modest suburban home where she'd grown up, because there were already two other space ships crowding the driveway.

"Oh, good!" she remarked. "Space Mom's already here, too! Being the first to show up is so annoying."

She then gave a smile to her passenger, trying not to feel a certain sort of dread over the fact that she'd also been blackmailed (threatened, really, to have her reluctance to ever bring Stark home with her brought up in family therapy) to have him finally make an appearance.

"Think you're ready for this?"

It was okay if you said no, Stark! They could totally just leave now and claim there was a portal glitch and go to somewhere not lame instead!

Like Boob World! Or something...

[[ nfb for distance, obviously, and mostly from the beleaguered boyfriend, but also open for calls, texts, or also dropping by got whatever reason~ ]]

It had turned out that the conceit of Ignis' class had worked out perfectly for Summer and Stark's plot to make sure that Summer wasn't anywhere near the island on Friday mornings to help prevent certain drunken rodents from pestering her into doing radio (sorry, Eleanor!). Wherever Ignis ended up taking them for Wine & Dine class, they would just stick around, schedule their own portal for the next day, find a place to stay for the night and something fun to do while they were there, too.

Usually, that meant digging into the nightlife nearby, and being so close to Tokyo for this one made this one a snap. Their hotel was very nice, of course, and there was a club not too far away, either, and so after enjoying some of the more rustic charms of this area and some dinner, they were back in the hotel room so Summer could get dressed and ready for a night out.

She'd been talking loudly from the bathroom so Stark could hear her, mostly about what they might do after the club, and she knew that he could be very inclined to just listen to her yammer on without having much to add himself, but he was almost being worryingly quiet, to the point where she frowned, finished up her eyeliner, and then went to check on him in the bedroom.

"Star--"

No Stark. Only a koala sitting on the bed.

"Oh, god dammit!"

[[ for the shamelessly modded koalalien, if he'd like, or any calls/texts if anyone else would like, and obviously, self, NFB for distance! ]]

So this was finally a thing that was happening.

Summer had gone and whisked Stark away to that one dimension where she was not only irreparably traumatized by an absolute terrorist of a sentient ship, but that was also, in the process of that trauma, taken over by giant telepathic spiders.

Ahhh. Good times!

But, anyway, this was also the dimension that Summer developed a taste for flies in her ice cream, because that was a big favorite of the giant telepathic spiders, and this dimension had the best Ball Fondlers movies out of literally any dimension that Summer had ever been to, so after catching the latest one on the big screen, they hopped over to the usual ice cream place, where the staff greeted Summer on clearly very familiar terms. She waved and greeted them back, and told them it would be a minute while they decided, it was Stark's first time! And then she slipped her hand into his and leaned on him a little as she scanned over the menu, which had almost everything you'd expect from a classic ice cream joint, except that everything had flies.

Which was why Stark was also getting a light kiss on the cheek, too. "Take your time," she allowed. "I know there's a lot choose from. I mean, fly sundae? Fly milkshake? Fly-sprinkled ice cream cone? Fly ice cream sandwich...."

Yes, she knew this probably wasn't helping.

[[ for the booooooyfriiieeend, with likely SP and NFB for distance (she says, to herself)~ ]]

It was honestly for the best that this was getting down now rather than later, where it would either brew into something so much more than the original issue or Summer could somehow manage to weasel her way out of things and never bring it up and just keep avoiding Stark for as long as either of them were capable. And with it being a small island and themselves pretty inextricably tied to each other in various ways and what not, wasn't probably going to be that long anyway.

So, after work, and wielding a bottle of whiskey and a 2 liter of Cherry Vanilla Dr. Pepper to mix it with, she went upstairs and knocked on Stark's door, and kept stealing glances at the whiskey and sort of wishing she'd thought to open it and take a few good swigs on the way.

[[ for he that lives there of course! ]]

Summer found herself slipping out of sleep and desperate to cling onto it a little bit longer. With a little protesting sound, she shifted a little, curling into the body of her husband wrapped around her and tried to get at least five more minutes. After all, at any moment, one of the kids would probably start some chaos downstairs or, even worse, come busting in, and she would once again have to get on Luke's case about--

--wait a second. Summer, still refusing to open her eyes, frowned a little. She wasn't at home, she was at the Fandom reunion this weekend. And her husband was distinctly not here with her, it had been a whole big blow-up argument because it happened to fall on the same weekend as his big writer's retreat in Montana. So, if she was back on the island and he was in Montana, then...

"Oh. Mygod."

Summer Anderson was now fully, completely, terribly awake.

"Fuck," she whispered, while her brain chorused with a subsequent series of increasingly more panicked fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfucks. Followed by a groan, because, jesus christ, Summer, really? Fucking really? Couldn't even wait until the second day to cheat on your husband, huh? You just had to hit that shit right out the gate?

Whatever. She was soooo sure that Luke was doing a ton of 'writing' at his little 'retreat,' too. Ugh.

Either way, Summer needed to deal with this while not still mired in the bed of her infidelity. A subtle glance over her shoulder revealed who she had apparently slept with last night (oh, god, really, Summer? If you were going to hook up with an ex, it couldn't have been the super-genius gazillionaire, huh??), and realized that it was now even more imperative than ever to try and slip out of here unnoticed. Get dressed. Get some coffee. Maybe pretend like none of this had ever happened.

Carefully as she could, she wriggled her way out of Stark's arms and out of the bed and started to pick around for some clothes, with a few moments of staring at what else had been scattered around the room, because, okay, wow, some of this shit she hadn't done in years, good for her on that, at least...

[[ for the ex-boyfriend, omg. ]]

There were a lot of good things about not being a squirrel again, and Summer didn't know how to feel about the fact that 'just going to work like normal' had been one of them. However, the promise of pizza that evening was pretty high up there.

She'd have to admit that seeing just how much Stark lost his shit over her being person-shaped again was pretty high up there, too. Honestly, she was surprised he hadn't just dropped everything the moment she texted him, and half wondered if she'd maybe lost some of her touch or if he was just trying to actually be normal about things.

Okay. Quarter wondered, on the first one, but she'd find out soon enough. She dropped off a few things at her apartment, mostly things for Pancakes, her ridiculous pink cake from Atton, and Dean's nuts, then then headed on up to Stark's like she said she would. And, sure, she had a key and could let herself in, but she decided she'd go ahead and knock anyway.

[[ and obviously for he who lives there! ]]

There had been a lot of things Summer had been thinking about, thoughts that she frequently pushed to the side to focus on one distraction or the next, but were still no less present there in her mind. Some of those thoughts had already been pretty front and center last night, even before Atton went and poked at them and stirred them all up into pretty much a bubbling froth. But then there was the conversation she had with Rey at the bar when the island was doing its truth thing, and even before that, with Dean turning her down, because it just felt like a shitty thing to do to Stark.

She'd been thinking about it a lot, actually.

To the point where she didn't really sleep well last night, even as tired as she was from prom and post-prom club hopping, her brain just going over things and examining them and disecting them and just trying to figure them out. She did manage to doze a little bit, but, for the most part, she was back out of it way too early, and listening to the steady rhythm of Stark's breathing and his heartbeat as he slept and thought about how he always did sleep better when he was with her.

And how, for an absurd amount of time, she had it right in the palm of her hand the ability to give him the one thing he really wanted, and she'd just dangled it over his head to see how high he could jump to try and get it, and then just kept raising the bar higher and higher, and god, what an absolutely shitty thing to do to a person, especially one you claimed to care about and love...

What absolute Rick Sanchez behavior, tbh.

And one thing in particular that Atton had said last night just kept ringing in her head: Give it another six months and I'm sure he'll be shaped exactly like your perfect boyfriend.

But what even was that? What sort of impossible standard was she setting for him to meet, that he wasn't already? She sure as hell didn't know. Rey had suggested that she take some time to just 'be single,' but she'd tried to do that, and it all just kept leading her right back to Stark.

He'd definitely put in the time. And it wasn't like they practically weren't already there in everything but an official sense, to the point where even some guy who'd barely known either of them for a week was, even under the influence of island-induced horny pollen, was just all nah, man, there is a lot going on there already.

Maybe she really should stop being such an asshole coward about it and actually give this a serious shot.

And the timing....well, could it be any more perfect? Because today was the Highest of Holy Days for Summer, and she'd already planned on celebrating in her usual epic fashion. But now? Stark would wake up, they would talk, she would finally activate that one thing that she knew would make him so fucking happy he might just throw up, and then they could ride that emotional high into an actual high and just exist all wrapped up in that bubble all day while trying to come up with some of the most absurd and ridiculous flavor combinations to satiate that inevitable demand of needing to nosh....

It was kind of perfect, actually?

Like, what could possibly go wrong?

[[ and you know who it's for. ]]

So maybe letting Stark 'convince' her into moving their little rendezvous last night to an earlier time had turned out to be a good thing after all, giving them ample space to continue exploring some of the other contents of the Drawer well into the night. She wasn't pretty much Dite's best customer for a good chunk of time there and not have nothing to show for it, after all, and it wasn't even all from there, but various things across the multiverse that were just too good to pass up at the time. And explaining what they did and what they were for just to see the look on his face was almost as good as just showing him, really, and by the time they did eventually fall asleep, it had been very well earned.

And the day was probably pushing right up next to noon by the time Summer found herself slowly waking up again, Stark curled up around her as he so often was when he stayed over. And while her first thoughts were fuzzy recollections of the evening prior, those thoughts eventually started to turn toward breakfast and that chocolate and whiskey did not a dinner make, though it worked pretty well at the time. Mmm, maybe that needed to be her next goal: teach the cat how to use GrubHub, answer the door, and bring her food...

...but, no, that was a terrible idea. Things had been bad enough that one time when dogs almost took over the world, could you imagine how much worse it would be if it were cats? Especially lead by Pancakes? Hmm. Maybe her portal gun could be of use here somehow....

[[ for the bed barnacle, obvi, although if anyone wanted to get in touch... ]]

Summer was, once again, shirking her duties at Caritas for something a little more private and exclusive, and Tino was going to have to get over it and it wasn't her fault that he didn't have anything better to do for Valetnine's Day that evening, unlike her, who definitely did, and if he wanted her there that evening, well, he should have enticed her there with a better off than getting high and making dinner and then probably having way too much of whatever dessert Stark was bringing, which would be worth it, because of course he was going to try and go all out with it to impress her.

So after warning Tino that she was blocking his number and if there was a bar emergency, he should maybe try calling, oh, she didn't know, their boss instead, she went back to getting everything set out and ready for what they would need to whip up the (literally) cheesy Valentine's day inspired recipe she found that Stark would appreciate because he was a nerd, some garlic knots to go with it, and, like, a salad, so it wasn't all just 'yes, we're literally just eating cheese and bread for dinner.'

But, look, that cheese and bread was going to be insane once those gummies kicked in.

[[ for the guy bringing the dessert! ]]

There had been a handful of oh-so-handwavey flyers popped into the most obvious spots, but Summer was relying heavily on the age-old method of massive group texting (and general word of mouth) to let everyone know about Stark's birthday party tonight at his apartment because it really was just going to be a super chill, lowkey, casual sort of fling this time around.

She'd spent the majority of her prep work in splashing the apartment with decorations (blue and gold and black again) and bmaking a variety of different jello shots in pie and cupcake and other dessert-like forms, so, needless to say, she definitely ordered out for the the cupcakes themselves.

Other snacks and drinks were also available and moddable, and there was also a very moddable but totally curated, for real, music playlist, and she'd even dusted off the karaoke machine from the GxG birthday party years ago and dragged that up, just in case anyone was feeling up to getting that going.

Definitely not exactly her best, most extravagant party, but, hey, not all parties could (or even should!) be epic. Sometimes, they could just be kind of quiet and cozy with a lot of cupcakes. Which just suited the birthday guy better anyway, really.

[[ open party is open! as always, feel free to mod having gotten a text, seen a flier, been told by Summers or squirrels or ghosts of parties past or just swing by to borrow a cup of sugar, i don't care, I'm not your boss ]]

It had all started out well and fine, just a trip out to Blips and Chitz so that Summer could show Stark a ridiculous barcade in space and have him spend a stupid amount of time and money to win her some chintzy little prize that was not even worth a fraction of what they'd put into it and celebrate the semester being over. Maybe have some bar food and space drinks, especially somewhere that Stark wouldn't feel awkward or out of place like he might on Earth. In fact, someplace where most people wouldn't even believe he was an alien half the time.

But then, of course, everything went to absolute shit.

First of all, it appeared that Rick and Morty had also chosen this day, and this dimension, out of all days and all dimensions, to be at the same Blips and Chitz they Stark and Summer had gone to, and they were just about to duck out of eye sight behind a LaserLazer PewPew console when the power cut completely out. All the noise, all the flashing light, plunged into darkness and silence. Immediately panic and screaming and chaos set over the entire arcade, people were already starting to rush about in a chance to escape, and the power surged back on with an announcement that escape was futile, a rogue cell of terrorists had taken the place over, and they weren't leaving until they got what they wanted.

"Oh, no," said Summer, firmly, pulling her portal gun out of her purse and charging it up, "fuck tha--"

Pew!

Just like that, a laser bolt flew from the second floor balcony, knocking the gun out of her hand. "My portal gun!" she gasped it went flying out of her hand, skittering underneath some kind of claw machine, and she went to dive for it and grab it back, only to find out that someone had her arm and was pulling her back.

( Summer Does a Die Hard. CW for violence, NPC death, and someone does totally eat a guy. )

[[ Taken very, very heavily from Rick and Morty S06E02 "Rick: A Mort Well Lived", because of course if they're gonna have Summer do a Die Hard, I gotta have Summer do a Die Hard, especially right before Christmas! Big thanks to the ever fantastic

stykera for being dragged into this and adding a little extra ~flair~; NFI, NFB, but OOC is always welcome! ]]

So, last night, Stark had come over with a box of cookies from J,GoB, and it had completely ruined her entire day. Well, okay, not really, and, honestly, she would be the first to admit that she kind of deserved it, but there was no way anyone was going to show up to her place with Santa cookies that tasted like pumpkin and turkey-shaped cookies that tasted like peppermint and not suffer some kind of consequences.

The rest of the evening, then, was spent plotting her revenge (well, not entirely, but anyway), so in the morning, when she got up, she was ready to return the favor, gave him a kiss on the cheek and announced that she wanted to go make breakfast, but she wanted it to be a surprise. Naturally, Stark was immediately suspicious of this and asked if it was going to be a gross breakfast, but Summer just shrugged and batted her eyes sweetly at him and told him he'd have to wait and see.

A good deal later, after Summer had finished with the final touches and cleaned up a little to get rid of the evidence, and made sure there was some coffee ready, her voice called out with a sing=song, "Okay, Stark! It's ready!"

And then went to go grab the Eggo Sippin' Cream, because what was 'breakfast spaghetti' without a little boozy waffle drink to go with it??

[[ obviously for that alien who was horrifically modded ]]

Boy, with everything going on lately, homecoming sure kind of snuck up on everything, didn't it? But of course Summer was prepared for it. She didn't care that she was several years past graduation at this point, she just fucking loved a school dance still, okay, and wasn't about to let some weird Fandom stuff get in the way of knocking it out of the park by being a knockout. And, really, she should have figured, with homecoming this weekend, that everything would have either blown over by now or just gotten really weird by now, but she was definitely glad it ended up the way it did, because not busting out this amazing look would have been nothing short of a crime.

She did end up spending far too long deciding whether to go with her hair up or her hair down, and ultimately decided on up, since she did have a pretty sweet hair clip in the tones of the dress that would work nicely.

And then all she needed was her ~date~~ to pick her up, and she was making little final touches to her make-up and hair while also half-wondering if said date was already lingering outside her door right now, anxiously flailing about whether or not he was too early or too late or if he should wait because technically it wasn't the agreed-upon time yet, but if he knocked at exactly the right time, would that be too suspicious, but if he waited until a few minutes after, would she be upset, and...

[[ mostly for said ~date~~, although definitely open should anyone else want to get in touch beforehand as well! ]]

Because of her bar shift, Thursday mornings were almost always for sleeping in and doing nothing, which was, the occasional paintball class excepting, pretty much sacred for Summer, who honestly did not get enough time for that sort of thing as it was. And this week, sleeping in and doing nothing on Thursday morning was particularly important, because there had definitely been nightmares last night, which meant she wasn't getting much sleep with Stark's frequent, startled wake-ups, and, ohgod, please let her be able to get in a good nap later or at least score some hella potent Benzos or Xannies to just take care of it.

For now, though, there was just sort of a sleepy reverie as she tried to will herself to maybe get up and do something, but was failing utterly. After all, in addition to the restlessness from her sleeping partner, there was also that sleeping partner currently curled up against her very comfortably, which also made it difficult to really move. So she was mostly just sort of thinking a little bit, and, in thinking, she suddenly realized something and frowned.

"Wait," she said, her head shifting to look down at the top of Stark's head currently resting on her chest, "are you going to be okay enough to go on the trip next week?"

[[ mostly for the viciously modded alien in bed with her, but can be open for later threads if anyone wants to swing by or get in touch! ]]

Even if Summer had thought it would be a good idea to leave Stark alone for a bit while she went to work, she would seriously be way too tired to deal with anything, especially whatever random holiday Apu was celebrating, and you know what? That was fine. She was the boss now, she could do whatever she wanted, and if that meant doing orders tomorrow instead of today, then so be it. Because Stark was definitely not doing much better, and she hadn't gotten hardly any sleep for all the nightmares and screaming, and she eventually gave up and just went into her kitchen to make herself some coffee and cling to the mug with a thousand-mile stare at the backsplash tile and thinking of maybe writing a strongly worded email to the multiverse to maybe stop throwing in shit to give the guy she slept with horrible night terrors that were making no one in this apartment right now happy, the cat especially included.

As she sipped her coffee, she was also staring at that backsplash tile and idly wondering if she should maybe redo her kitchen.

Her brain had been through a lot lately, shut up.

[[ open! ]]

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MHA #4; Late Sunday Morning [09/28].
Some Rocky Archipelago in the Middle of the Ocean; Earth, Dimension FH-001; Friday [05/09].
MHA #8: Thursday Morning [04/17].
MHA #8; Monday Evening [04/07].
Of Love and Regret; Baltimore, MD, Tuesday Evening [01/14].
The Smith Household; Outside of Seattle, WA; Earth, Dimension FH-001; Thursday [11/28].
Okutamaji Hotel; Ome, Japan; Thursday Evening [07/25].
The Dimension Ruled by the Giant Telepathic Spiders (IC-911); Thursday Evening [07/11].
MHA #8; Monday Evening [07/08].
MHA #4; Saturday Morning [07/06].
MHA #8; Early Monday Evening [04/29].
MHA #4; Saturday Morning [04/20].
MHA #4; Late Saturday Morning [03/30].
MHA #4; Wednesday Evening [02/14].
MHA #8; Saturday Evening [01/13] - Stark's Birthday Party!
Blips and Chitz; Out in Space; Dimension FH-001; Thursday Evening [12/21].
MHA #4; Sunday Morning [11/05].
MHA #4; Saturday Evening [10/28].
MHA #4; Late Thursday Morning [10/12].
MHA #4; Monday Morning [10/09].

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Entries tagged with who: stark

MHA #4; Late Sunday Morning [09/28].

Some Rocky Archipelago in the Middle of the Ocean; Earth, Dimension FH-001; Friday [05/09].

MHA #8: Thursday Morning [04/17].

MHA #8; Monday Evening [04/07].

Of Love and Regret; Baltimore, MD, Tuesday Evening [01/14].

The Smith Household; Outside of Seattle, WA; Earth, Dimension FH-001; Thursday [11/28].

Okutamaji Hotel; Ome, Japan; Thursday Evening [07/25].

The Dimension Ruled by the Giant Telepathic Spiders (IC-911); Thursday Evening [07/11].

MHA #8; Monday Evening [07/08].

MHA #4; Saturday Morning [07/06].

MHA #8; Early Monday Evening [04/29].

MHA #4; Saturday Morning [04/20].

MHA #4; Late Saturday Morning [03/30].

MHA #4; Wednesday Evening [02/14].

MHA #8; Saturday Evening [01/13] - Stark's Birthday Party!

Blips and Chitz; Out in Space; Dimension FH-001; Thursday Evening [12/21].

MHA #4; Sunday Morning [11/05].

MHA #4; Saturday Evening [10/28].

MHA #4; Late Thursday Morning [10/12].

MHA #4; Monday Morning [10/09].