fandomhighdorms | Second Floor Common Room; Saturday Evening [05/13].

Summer tried to be cool about this whole throwing her first party at Fandom High thing, because it was just a party, it had to be cool, and people could totally smell your desperation. It helped to remind herself that this was a much smaller school, and, as...interesting as her fellow students here were, there was no way it could get as weird as that time she and her grandpa threw a party together and all his weird space friends showed up. She did have a small panic attack over the thought that maybe no one would show up, but it was a party! How could they not? And if they didn't, that was fine, that just meant more pizza for her.

It would be a lot of pizza, though, as she traded in all of her pills from home for funds to buy a lot of pizza and chips and (sigh) pop. She hooked up her phone to pump out some tunes, which meant really hoping someone would pull through with some booze because it was scientifically proven that holding red Solo cups with beer diminished texting cravings, if only because it was increasingly difficult to do both.

So, there was food. There was music. There were beverages which were probably more appropriate for a boarding school dormitory setting, anyway. Now all Summer needed was people.

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"When I'm actually right?" Summer said. "Yes. Yes, I do. And, yes, you're right that this place is weird, but, believe me, it's going to have to get a whole lot weirder if it honestly plans to trump any of the other weird shit I've been through."

She took a moment to look up to the ceiling, the sky, whatever, in the hopes that the island or whatever powers that be were would hear her. "That's not a challenge, by the way!"

"Okay, what the fuck happened to you?" Dante asked, frowning.

'Cause she was very... yeah.

Summer's fuming turned into a pout, as she folded her arms in front of her and sulked for a moment. Oh, he had no idea, did he?

"How much time you got?" she asked. "I'm not sure we have enough pizza left to get us through this, but, okay, let's start with an example. You mentioned that singing contest earlier, right? Eurovision? So imagine that, only it's different planets instead of countries. And when you lose, your planet gets fucking destroyed. Oh! And transformations! Let's talk about those, only instead of turning into a cute animal or the different gender, you turn into your fucking dad. Here's another one: how about you can see your own brother's grave from your bedroom window, but you're the only one who knows, because your brother has been replaced by a version of your brother from another universe, because he and your grampa destroyed their universe and just slipped into your universe because they timed it right so that no one would know the original ones had even died?"

She finished her little rant--to be fair, she kept a lot of this bottled up all the time, so when it came out, it came out--with lifted eyebrows of expectation. "So, yeah, an island moving isn't going to be that weird. Heck, one of the last parties I had, my brother tried to impress this girl and ended up transporting our whole house, just our house, to a different dimension."

"And that," she added, holding her thumb and forefinger out to indicate a minimal amount of something, "is just the tip of the iceberg, pizza boy."

"Okay, so your world's weird, got it," Dante said.

He gave a full-body shrug as he picked up another slice. "Calm your shit."

His shit being all calm and shit was making it nearly impossible for her own shit to be calm. And shit.

"Just don't tell me I don't know weird," Summer murmured as she went back into sulk mode. "My weird eats this place's weird for breakfast."

Pause. "So far."

Her eyes went to the ceiling once more. "Again, not a challenge, okay?"

Dante's shit was some impressively weird shit of his own. She should be lucky it was calm these days, damn it.

"It's gonna figure out a way to prove you wrong," Dante said matter-of-factly. "Maybe in winter."

"Hopefully, I won't even be here in winter to find out."

She'd probably still be there in winter.

"This place is great so far, sure, but I've got..." Insert general handwave "...stuff going on."

"Yeah, so you said," Dante said. He tilted his head. "Not here by choice, huh?"

Second Floor Common Room; Saturday Evening [05/13].

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