fandomhighdorms | The Deck, Weds. Afternoon

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The Deck, Weds. Afternoon

It was warm out, it was only partly-cloudy at times, and best of all, it wasn't fucking raining. For once.

Spring on the East Coast was almost as miserable as winter for Ada, just in a different way.

So Ada had dragged some pillows and a picnic blanket out on to the deck, and was stretched out in a patch of sunshine to try and soak up as much of the warmth as she could with a generic smutty novel for entertainment.

She'd dart back inside if it started raining, but for now, Ada was going to enjoy being outside, and not locked in by walls of stone.

[So open!]

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"Holy shit," Dante said, stepping outside onto the deck. "A mergirl in the wild."

Ada flipped him off cheerfully. "This may come as a surprise, Dante, but carnies kinda belong in th' wild. We ain't exactly tame," she replied, smirking at him. "An' mermaids are solar-powered. Everyone knows that."

"I dunno, when I see a carnie, I expect more lights," Dante said. He flipped her off back, picking a spot not far from where she sat to sink down onto the ground, too. "What's up?"

"You sayin' I ain't sparkly enough?" she asked, pressing a hand against her heart. "I think you just insulted m' carnie-honor."

But Ada grinned at him and waved her book in his direction. "Just doin' some reading an' gettin' sunshine. I was going nuts cooped up in th' dorms with all th' rain rain rain."

"Nah, I just thought you'd put up some string lights or something if you're really going for it," Dante said, smirking.

He stretched out across the picnic blanket. "Maybe you should head out to the city for a day or something."

"You offerin' t' come with me?" she asked, shifting to make more space for him. "'Cause it ain't as much fun alone."

"Depends on where you wanna go, I guess?" Dante mused, eyeing the ceiling. "I mean, I can drive you."

"Just dancing," she said with a shrug. "Or a bar where I ain't gonna know every face that walks in th' door an' can do some good people-watching while I sip something."

Was the carnie going stir-crazy seeing the same places and the same buildings and the same people every day? Yeah, pretty much.

"Ain't that new Legendary Lady movie or whatever coming out? Let's grab some people an' go."

Dante tilted his head. "I think so?" he offered. "I'm always up for watching someone kick ass in tigh-highs and a short skirt."

Hashtag easily pleased.

"But sure. We can round up Iz, Anders, Kathy, Hya..."

Jalian might not have Ada's issues with water, but the constant rain had still been annoying. Now that it was nice out, she'd gone for a good, long run.

Now she was plopping herself down on the deck and nodding hello, ready to soak up some sun herself.

Ada gave Jalian a lazy wave. "Looks like I ain't th' only one that needed t' get outta th' dorms."

Jalian nodded. "Ugh, this weather. It's good to have sun."

"I dunno how people live here long-term," Ada sighed, stretching out happily in her patch of sun. "Winter? Cold an' clouds. Spring? Wet an' clouds. Least fall's got some pretty colors t' make up for th' clouds."

Jalian laughed. "I don't mind the clouds so much, but I like being outside."

Summer came out of the dorms like a woman with a plan, a box of cereal under an arm, a bowl in one hand, a cup of milk in the other. She set all three on a tabLe and whipped her phone out of her back pocket.

Then she began to record, holdish the phone up to capture the day.

"See tgis, Morty? What a wonderful day on beautiful Fandom Island, land of exiles, land of misfits. But also the land of....you guessed it...Strawberry Smiggles."

And now she focused on the stuff she brought out.

"In fact, I could really go for a bowl right now. Just look at that."

She held the phone with on hand, poured the cereal, the milk, with the other, narrating the process with emphasis on its wonderful, sugary goodness. "I bet you can taste them now. Can't you? My offer still stands, Morty. You could have a box all for yourseld, but only if you fork over what I want. The decision is yours. I'm waiting."

She turned the phone to capture her taking a bite. "Mmmm. So good. So, so good."

"And send." Summer did a few more things, chuckling to herself, and then looked up to realize other people were there.

"Oh. Uh. Sorry. Don't mind me."

But she grabbed the bowl and had a seat to finish off the bowl, because why not? She was already there.

"Bribery, blackmail, or both?" Don't mind Ada, Summer. She'd probably do the same thing if she knew she had something other people wanted.

"Bribery," said Summer, blushing a little, but, hey, at least the other girl seemed to understand what it was she was doing. That counted for something, right? She put on an air of innocence. "Hey, I can't help it if my little brother is being a complete butt, while we have his favorite cereal here that he cants get at home anymore."

"Send him one piece," Ada said with a completely straight face. "In th' mail, so it gets smashed up in t' just crumbs. So he knows you're serious."

Ada. No.

"Oh. Mygod," said Summer. "That. Is. Genius."

You could tell she meant it, too, since each word had its own period.

"Oh, I like you. I like how you think."

And she will try very hard never to puss her off, whoever she was.

"Uh, I'm Summer, by the way."

"'M Ada. Ada Miller," she replied, giving a little wave with her book. "Just graduated, stickin' around for th' summer t' work for Sparkle."

"I don't think I've met Sparkle yet," Summer admitted, although she was definitely picturing something way, way different. It was kind of cool thinking that, small as this place was, there were still people not on her radar yet.

"What's it like graduating here, though? Where are you from, originally? I'm really hoping I'm only here for the summer, but, if things don't change much back home, I'm kiiiiinda thinking here might be the better option..."

"'M from an earth without no magic or stuff like that, so gettin' abducted by aliens in m' first month or so was unexpected and deeply un-fun," Ada deadpanned. "If'n 'm meetin' new people, I prefer no kidnappings an' m' clothes stay on until I decide otherwise."

"Yeahhhhhhh," Summer's smirk was as dry as the Sahara. "Aliens are totally kind of a thing where I'm from? Especially now since they've taken over the Earth? So I guess I'm kind of one step ahead of everyone there. The clothes thing might be a little weird, but, I mean, it's going to be pretty crazy if this place actually throws me for a loop. Everyone keeps saying it'll happen, but...it's....got some work to do, I'll just say that."

And she rolled her eyes to the sky to add the customary, "Not a challenge, by the way, O Great Island Powers that Be!"

"You got any allergic reactions t' glitter?" Ada checked. "'Cause that's th' island's favorite thing t' douse people in."

"I've heard that," Summer said. And she completely forgot it for her first party, a mistake that she will not be making again. "And, again, I've been a little disappointed with my glitter experiences so far, which is to say, none. All that's really happened so far is that I turned blue when I got stuck in the rain last week."

"Just wait 'til you turn into a boy! Or a robot or a cat..." Ada, don't sound so gleeful about that. You hate turning into a boy.

"I have switched bodies with my father once," said Summer, and didn't she sound thrilled and not at all grossed out by that experience. "So, yeah, I'll take being a robot or a cat or even just, like, myself as a boy over being my father any day."

Those were memories time could never erase. SO Summer was going to focus on something else.

"...being a cat would be pretty awesome, you have to admit."

Jalian watched the whole thing and blinked, but hey, to each their own.

And Summer was determined to just pretend like she hadn't done anything weird at all, hum hum hum, in light of any such watching and blinking.

Instead, she lifted her box of Strawberry Smiggles and shook it a little. "Want some?"

Food, she felt, was a good way to make her seem a little less weird, if that was even possible.

She thought, talking to the white-haired, silver-eyed girl.

Jalian shook her head. "You said it has sugar?"

Which, to be fair, for Summer, was, like, a two on the weird scale.

"Ohhhh, yeah," she chuckled a little. "Tons of it. It's got a cartoon leprechaun on the cover, so you know it's marketed to kids, which means basically sugar crack in crispy form. I don't have any more bowls, but it's fine just dry, too."

"Sugar makes me sick," Jalian said. "But thank you. You know somebody who wants it badly?" She'd managed to make that much from the conversation.

Summer's face went sympathetic for a moment. She was pretty sure she'd die without sugar. But she shrugged it off. More for her.

"Yeah, my brother. He can't get it back home anymore, so of course I'm going to hang it over his head."

Jalian nodded. "He has something that you want?"

Summer nodded. "Hopefully," she said. "I need information. Contacts. I want to get in touch with some of my grampa's friend to see if any of them want to help me break him out of prison."

Because Summer lost the desire to keep thing quiet and beat around the bush on that topic pretty darn quickly.

"And your brother knows this?" Jalian asked. She frowned. "He doesn't want to help you?"

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