Turtle & Canary; Sunday [09/19].

[somethingwithturquoise]

So....Friday had been...kind of a lot.

Honestly, most things that happened when Summer went home was kind of a lot, but, usually, Summer didn't really have much of a problem compartmentalizing it all and just brushing aside that they'd blown up a planet, or that she'd almost died, or that her grampa was doing some super-sketch stuff with their genetics or alternate reality versions of them or whatever, but for some reason, this one? Was sticking like gum under the table at a really seedy bar.

Last night had been okay to distract her, but the intrusive thoughts were back, and so she figured she could go down to the store and do some work and inventory, but even that didn't help. She was just feeling to...anxious. Too...antsy. No one else seemed to have made a really big deal of it, so maybe she was just blowing things out of proportion, but, like, it was weird, right? That the Galactic Federation was totally back and had giant planet destroying spaceships and her mother (or a clone of her mother, one of the two, it didn't really matter) had been fighting them since...how long, even? She couldnt' stop thinking about it since she got back. Her dimension....was doing the thing. The thing where the giant evil space empire was rising up from what was supposed to be its ashes and doing all the same old shit as before...

While she was just...

Here.

Taking stock of how many different flavors of Oreos they had this week.

The more she thought about it, it just didn't feel right. The more she thought about it, the more she started to feel like she shouldn't be here, she should be there, because not only was there an evil galactic empire poking around in space somewhere, but this one was doing it in her backyard, essentially, and taking down evil galactic empires was supposed to be her jam, and the more she thought about it...

...she was trying very hard not to think about it.

It was not working.

Not even Apu talking like a pirate was working.

Fuck.

Today's Squishy Flavors
Butterscotch Pudding
Red
Rum

Turtle & Canary is open!

Mystery Sign Theater 3000, Sunday

[shapethecentury]

Vague promises had been made, and so they also had to be kept. And so, on this Sunday, the marquee at the MST3K proudly read:

NOW SHOWING
Chitty Chitty Bang Bang

Because Ingrid took requests.

(Because Bucky took requests.)

Mystery Sign Theatre 3000 was open, come boggle at what the 1960s thought was a perfectly acceptable movie for kids.

Devil's Nest | Sunday Evening

[long_memory]

Silver had given up on keeping track of the changes happening at the bar. He'd have no say in it so long as the rum remained where it usually was.

Now if that changed...there might be some problems.