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Second Floor Common Room; Monday Afternoon [01/15].

Summer had to admit, having a room all to herself now that Shiemi went home for a bit seemed like it would be pretty sweet, but it was actually driving her a little up the wall. It was just too damn quiet! Sure, Shiemi was quiet to begin with, but now it was, like...ultra quiet. She was not a fan.

So instead of lounging on her bed, texting and liking stuff on Instagram, she moved herself to the common room, where she lounged on the couch, texting and liking stuff on Instagram. With a marathon of The Days and Nights of Mrs. Pancakes on TV for background noise, which was good, because she really needed to catch up with the latest seasons.

And on occasion, without looking up from her phone, Summer would blurt out Mrs. Pancake's tried and true catch phrase whenever it came on. "You don't knooow me!"

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And, inevitably, Ringo walked into the common room to scavenge for marshmallows to put in her hot chocolate at one of those very moments. She blinked, then stood up on tip-toes to look over the back of the couch. "Um, yes I do."

Unless this was a clone or something?

"Um. Don't I?"

With Summer, you could never really tell, actually...

"Hm?" It took Summer's brain a moment to shift gears from Tina's brunch on her phone. "Oh, hey, Ringo. No, you do. That's just Mrs. Pancakes' catchphrase." She nodded to the television. "That's Mrs. Pancakes."

And wouldn't you know it, Mrs. Pancakes said it again. It must have been a particularly dramatic episode indeed.

"Oh!" Of course.

Ringo probably would have figured that out on her own given the repetition.

"Is she, like, famous or something? She doesn't look familiar to me."

"Back home in my dimension, it's a really popular show," Summer explained. "I mean, it's no Ball Fondlers or The Bachelor, but it's kinda cool that I can flip through channels here and come up with some of the same things that played back home. They must have some sort of special interdimensional cable hookup here like we did back at my house."

She snorted slightly. "My grampa thinks he's hot shit for having all this portal technology and interdimensional whatevers, but it's all pretty business as usual here."

"Yeah," Ringo nodded. "It takes some getting used to, but now that I've been here for a couple of years I usually don't even think about it, you know?"

She shook her head. "Sometimes it means I say stuff to my sisters that makes them look at me like I'm pretty crazy."

"I can see that," Summer said with a faint grin. "Where I'm coming from is pretty crazy already, so most of my friends are usually just kind of jealous because my old school kinda sucks. Well, were jealous, I guess. Things got much better since we brought down the Galactic Government last year."

"Galactic Government?" Ringo asked, cocking her head. "I don't think I've heard anything about that." Care to share, Summer?

Gladly.

Summer snorted a little, shifting to sit up a bit straighter as she explained. "Last year, my Earth was taken over by a galactic government, the Galactic Federation. Real creative, right? This all happened because someone I thought was my friend had actually been an undercover agent this whole time, and fake-married my grampa's best friend in an effort to get them all in one place to either arrest or murder them. We went on the run, and eventually my grampa turned himself in so that me and the rest of my family could go home. Only problem was that home was then run by the jackoffs, and it totally sucked. I was thisclose to rebelling, so my parents sent me here last summer, and I was totally pissed off about it, even though this place turned out to be pretty sweet. Anyway, around the the end of the summer, I decided the Galactic Federation was bullshit, so I decided to try to break my grampa out of space prison. It....didn't exactly work out the way I thought. I nearly got killed by another dimension's version of myself, but it turns out it worked out even better, because my grampa was trying to bust himself out of prison, and he ended up transporting the Citadel of Ricks right into the Galactic Federation Prison, unleashing chaos and madness and then ultimately demolishing the whole government by changing their currency from a one to a zero. Just like that, poof, gone, the Federation basically eats itself alive and leaves Earth alone, and we can go back home without all those gross Gromflomites crawling everywhere. Ugh."

She made a face, and that...should just about catch Ringo up to speed with that lovely little chapter of her life.

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Ringo blinked a couple of times.

"That sounds like it was, um, kinda complicated." She tilted her head slightly. "But everyone's okay, right?" That was the important part to Ringo: no one Summer cared about got hurt?

"Well, I mean," Summer shrugged, "it was a massacre, so no? Like, Birdperson is definitely dead. Tammy shot him literally point blank. No one knows whether or not Squanchy made it, but he probably stood the best chance out of any of them. So many people at that wedding...the casualties had to be in the hundred, on both sides, including my parents' marriage."

Because that was totally on the same level as a person's life, sure.

"Not to mention all the other Ricks Grampa Rick shot trying to escape, including the one that almost killed me, and the prison break must have been an absolute bloodbath..."

Summer...slowly realized that this didn't exactly make for the cheeriest conversation. And that she was desensitized as hell.

"Uhh, but, yeah, my family all made it out okay, so that's...good?"

Yeah. Ringo's usual smile had faded as Summer spoke, but while she looked sad she didn't look exactly horrified. Ringo had seen some pretty dark things herself, back in the day.

"Sounds like a mess," she said softly. "Are you okay?" And she didn't really mean physically, though she cared about that, too.

"Well, yeah," said Summer, lifting a shoulder. "That was, like, months ago." Which was totally enough time to recover properly, right? "I mean, I don't think I was right away. I definitely had some PTSD going on for a little bit, but, I don't know, I guess so much else has happened since then that I haven't really thought about it much. I did kind of bring it up in Art class, though. And now here, so...ugh, I hope I'm not going to start reverting or something. It has been pretty quiet here, so..."

No distractions. Nothing to throw herself into to forget about all that stuff.

That couldn't be good...

"Anyway," she said quickly, "how are you classes this semester?"

Deflection!

Totally her grampa's granddaughter...

Ringo smiled slightly. "Interesting? I'm taking another cooking class. Not something I thought I'd spend as much time as I have learning in high school." She shrugged.

"And improvised weapons is just getting started, so I don't really know what I think about it yet."

She grinned. "Lucky for me, AirTrek keeps me pretty busy, so I don't get bored even when the semester is just starting, you know?"

"What's AirTrek?" Summer asked, because, yes, get Ringo talking or else she was going to start babbling on about cannibalism and ex-husbands and pickles, probably.

Well, she picked a good topic for distracting Ringo with. Her eyes went wide. "Have we known each other this long and I've never shown you AirTrek?" She sounded horrified at herself.

"I'm the worst!"

"Hey, you didn't know that I come from a world that used to be run by interplanetary fascists, so we're even?" Summer offered, because it didn't sound like that big of a deal really, but, then again, she still didn't know what it was.

"Soooooo," she prompted, "AirTrek is...?"

"I think it'll be easier to show you," Ringo decided. "So, um, don't go anywhere!"

With that, she spun and sprinted for the stairs without waiting for an answer, heading up to her room.

This....was going to be interesting, Summer could just tell, which was fine by her, she was pretty bored, anyway. She could only sit there and speculate while she waited. Was it something sports related? Some sort of game? That had to be it; some sort of game involving travel...Odds were she was pretty far off.

"You don't knoooow me!" huffed Mrs. Pancakes, and Summer had to grin a little.

"No one does, Mrs. Pancakes," she said wistfully, "and I doubt anyone ever truly will."

Here's to hoping Ringo didn't get back in time to hear her talking to the TV.

It didn't actually take that long.

When Ringo had left, her steps had been pretty loud pounding on the floor, but coming back there were no footsteps. Instead there was a high-pitched whine, something electronic-sounding, and Ringo rocketed into the room way faster than she'd left. Her hips twisted and she skidded across the floor almost entirely from one end of the room to the other before she came to a stop with a huge grin on her face.

"Tada!" she announced, beaming.

Summer realized she wasn't very good at trying to guess what those sounds might be coming from, so she just waited until Ringo came flying through the door, half expecting her to crash into the wall.

"Ohhhhh," said Summer, locating the source of the other girl's rapid mobility. "They're like super-skates. That's cool!" A little disappointing, if she was completely honest with herself, but still cool, and it wasn't like she ad any other cooler thoughts, anyway. "Where'd you get 'em?"

Don't let Ringo know you're disappointed, Summer. Ringo might try to get you to change your mind.

"Home. They're pretty common back there, but no one else here seems to have anything like them."

She looked over at Summer, expression mostly smiling but slightly serious. "And they're not really super-skates. The motors built into them are really powerful. It's hard to really get much out of the inside the dorms." She smirked slightly. "I get worried about breaking things, you know?"

A little shrug.

"If you really want to see what they can do, you should come see me do a run outside sometime."

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