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Summer and Tip's Shelter from the Storm Party; First Floor Rec Room, Saturday Night.

You know, when Summer and Tip had talked about a party to weather through the storm, things hadn't yet been a full blown hurricane. That eventual hurricane had not yet picked up sharks. There hadn't been any sharks crashing into things, there'd only been a little rain, and there definitely hadn't been any ideas being thrown around about cooling down a hurricane to stop it and that freezing sharks was totally a thing.

The fact that all of that had happened by the time Saturday night rolled around only made it more evident to Summer that this was needed and it was needed bad. Because Summer now understood a little bit better that parties could be used for more than just trying to be popular; they could be used to try to forget that there was a freaking SHARKICANE going on outside. But she wasn't low-key panicking deep inside, no, shut up, whatever.

Mood lighting in the form of candles and lanterns and flashlights. Food in the form of leftover pizza and ice cream that they obviously had to eat because it would all go bad with the power out. Music from Summer's phone put into a cup to amplify it throughout the room, Summer's phone which was going to survive on the steady stream of back-up portable chargers she had bought and was going to try to return once this was all over. So now they just needed people, and she hoped they would come, because people felt safe.

[[and I think I might have some OCD ~~lying around here~~ up and ready to go. Open and up early for all your party needs]]

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No power? No problem! Enjoy the mood lighting and ignore the occasional thwap of a shark against the building by generally mingling with your fellow sharkicane stranded students.

One corner of the room had been set up with a bunch of cushions around a lantern meant to sort of resemble a campfire because the mood just really called for the opportunity to amp the atmosphere up with some spooky stories. Like camping. In a rec room. During a sharkicane.

Oh, look! Some foolish people seemed to have left a whole bunch of ice cream in the freezer! Guess they had to eat it all up before it melts from the power being out. And all this leftover pizza, too! It would be a shame to let it go to waste!

There was also a good assortment of beverages and treats both salty and sweet and fully modable.

And of course Summer made jello. In the form of shots, baby!

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I couldn't find the gif I wanted, so have a pillow fight instead.

Okay so, this somehow seemed like the one situation on the island where Deadpool's company could actually have been an okay thing? Because that guy seemed unhinged enough to be good at disposing of any shark that came near him?

But because Xanthippe still had no interest in seeking him out – especially since that would've probably (and let's be real, hopefully) involved going out into freaking sharkicane weather – she was choosing the next best thing: being around people.

Even if her version of 'being around people' looked a ton like 'being in the same room with people but focusing on her phone instead'. Maybe the battery miraculously wouldn't die before this whole thing blew over?

Jughead was going to hang out by the food. He'd brought a bag of marshmallows to add to the spread, feeling vaguely like he had to contribute something instead of just freeloading.

But, yeah, he was definitely stuffing his face with some quality leftover pizza. Eating was a comfort!

"Oh, hey, Xan." They were in the middle of a sharkicane, Summer, don't read too much into people showing up when it was pretty much literally one of, what, three places that would be safe. But she was doing a pretty good job of not letting it show that she was stoked that her secret hero in apathy and phone attachment had come to this thing. "I've got some spare portable chargers all juiced up if you need one."

Summer was all but clinging to a pint of Cherry Garcia herself. She gave Jughead a little chin lift in greeting, tried to think of something to say that didn't have to do with the weather, because wasn't the whole point of this to get their minds off the weather?, but then...what else was there?

"So," she tried, "this could definitely make something interesting for you to write about, huh?"

Mara came into the room smelling slightly like shark, but with her hair and makeup perfectly intact.

Not that many people would notice in the dark, and all.

"So...sharks," she said dryly. "This is new."

"Any news?" Mara asked, glancing at Xan's phone. "I went outside like a moron and watched a shark eating a teal deer. It was not okay."

They could all use a little more dry around here, too.

"Yeaaaaahhhhhh," said Summer. "I'm okay with this not being a thing again once it all hopefully blows over."

Jughead huffed out a dry laugh. After swallowing down his latest bite of pizza, thankfully.

He shook his head. "No one's going to believe me if I do."

Xanthippe made a clearly exasperated face as she looked up from the screen. "They're not covering this on the mainland at all." Not that she was expecting anyone to be paying any attention to this hellhole of an island, but still, you'd think they'd notice a hurricane made of sharks!

Then she scrunched up her face even further. "Wait, ew, why would you go outside in the first place?"

Oh, Summer.

Please get better idols.

"Oh, thanks," Xanthippe replied, barely looking up from her phone. Or at least it took her several seconds to do so. (What was she even doing on there? Most of her so-called friends weren't even texting her back these days, so it was a question for the ages.) "I mean, I was gonna buy one or two myself but I didn't think it was going to be this bad."

"You could probably make a killing in the sci-fi market, thougj," sad Summer. "Few years in this place, you'd be set for life."

From the girl who woke up to sci-fi adventures nearly every other day back home, but whatever. Not the point. Sharks.

"So on the one hand, I sort of feel like I should be doing more," Tip noted. "On the other hand, I'm not magic, and as far as I know, my Boov tech doesn't have anything to stop sharks." She did bring some pink squishable gap-putty in case anything down here started leaking, but other than that she had her eraser gun which just flipped her out a bit too much to use unless there was an immediate, direct threat to her life. So.

"So yeah. Party!"

Tip was trying to decide if anything shark-themed would be quirky and appropriate, or too obvious a choice.

Still an improvement from her alcoholic nihilist grampa, really.

Summer really needed better aspirations for her life.

"Things like this always seem to get worse and weirder before they get better," Summer said with the sigh of someone who'd bwen through shit like this too much. "Power outage in a storm is pretty predictable, and even if it didn't hapoen, I figured I could just return 'em."

But she shrugged, because, you know, whatever.

"Whoo hoo! Party!"

That was the important part. Summer gave Tip a smirk as she sidled up and gave the room another appraising glance. "We done good, I think."

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"The only other plan anyone's come up with today involves sharksicles." Tip held out her fist for a bump. "We kind of win."

Bump, and an explosion.

"And while I appreciate the necessity of the sharksicles, I like this plan much better. Besides, we got a shark through our room. I don't really have anywhere to stay tonight, anyway."

This may have been one of those instances where Xanthippe's privilege had made her think someone else would handle that kind of thing for her, honestly.

And hey, look, someone had! Zero lesson learned. "I don't think I've even been in a power outage before."

Tip grimaced. "Here's hoping the plywood holds up down here. I brought my toolbox down for emergencies, but that's more of the 'something started leaking' variety, not the 'big gaping hole' kind."

"Really?"

Summer blinked a little, because power outages were....frequent in the Smith household, but then she had to remember that probably 98% of them were Rick-induced, one way or another, so it probably wasn't that strange. Not everyone had a mad scientist grampa trying to run ultra-advanced equipment in their garage or tearing holes in dimensional space.

She looked around and gestured a bit to the room. "So what do you think so far?"

And so now Summer was thinking about the hole in her wall and glancing toward these walls, and, really, her room was almost literally right over their heads and across the hall, and...

She shook her head, closed her eyes. "Nope. No. You know what, no more shark talk. I am calling a ban on any more shark talk unless a shark coming crashing through here. And in that case, I think I'm just going to help him up and offer him a jello shot at this point."

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