The Park; Saturday Morning [07/15].

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Summer woke up not knowing where she was, or why the Giant heavenly Heads had sent her there, but who was she to question the great Giant Heads? She wouldn't lie to herself, though, she liked this place better than the arena. It reminded her more of home, so it was a nice change of pace. She gathered up her Mortys and left the dormitory to find a place more suitable for prayer, to ask the Giant Heads for guidance.

That place ended up being the park, where the big expanse of sky without a single Head was mildly distressing to her.

"Oh, Great Big Heads!" With her Mortys frolicking and wrestling each other in the grass, Summer sank to her knees and implored the heavens. "I am honored to have been chosen to be sent here to do your bidding, but I request guidance. What would you have me do, O Giant Heads? Shall I battle my Mortys in this new place to your glory and honor? I will gladly battle them to the death if I must, and I pray that you will not be disappointed with my humble attempts to serve you, but I know you will be pleased. If there is anyone who can please you, you know it is I. May my efforts complete you as you complete me. Praise be the Head."

The Heads worked in mysterious ways, and she was but their humble servant, ready to throw down and kick ass (via her Mortys, anyway) in their name.

At least until it was time to find some potatoes.


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[intotheout]

So, there was a lot of weird going on in this place that Tip had woken up in. For one, it wasn't New York. Or Chicago, for that matter. It might've been France, if the French had just decided to ditch the Eiffel Tower after she and Oh had swung it around like a pendulum, but she was pretty sure that wasn't it, either.

Also, where were all the Boov? She knew not everyone had embraced their new neighbors the way she and her mom had, but still. There should be bubble cars or giant clumps of old bicycles at the very least.

But the weirdest thing? She couldn't find her cat anywhere.

"Piiiiiiig!" she called as she wandered into a park-looking area. "Pig, where are you!"

That cat had followed her to Australia and back, she had to be around here somewhere!

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At first, the shouting had the corner of Summer's eye twitching a bit, to think that someone might be interrupting her please to the Giant Heads, but perhaps this girl was sent to her by the Heads. One must never turn their back on such gifts, even if such gifts seem to merely be people who appeared to have lost...pets? Perhaps the "pig" the girl sought was a Pig Morty, which would be interesting. She hadn't seen one of those yet, and the idea left a faint smile on Summer's face as she stood up, fetched her small head idol, and approached the shouting girl.

"Have you lost a pig, little one?"

[intotheout]

"No, 'Gold One'," Tip answered, rolling her eyes. "Who names a pig 'Pig'? I'm looking for a cat."

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Okay, attitude much? Summer quirked a golden eyebrow.

"Well, who names a cat 'Pig'?" she countered. "Either way, I have not seen any cats here, but perhaps I can ask the heavenly Heads for guidance if you would like help."

[intotheout]

How weird, she got snarky when she was talked down to.

"My mom does." Tip crossed her arms over her chest. "Who are the heavenly Heads? That's not a Boov thing, is it?"

It sounded vaguely Boovian. Maybe it as an obscure alien cult.

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"The Heavenly Heads," said Summer, with a wistful sigh and a beatific lift of her head toward the sky, "the Cranial Creator, the Giant Heads came to us one day out of no where, asking us to 'Show them what we got.' A terrible storm stuck the land until one brave man by the name of Vagina turned his prayers toward the Heads and asked for mercy. They were appeased, and, every since, any who follow the Giant Heads will find peace and happiness and plenty of potatoes. May our daily lives complete them as they complete me."

[sith_happened]

Mufasa, after his daily trip up Pride Rock to view his kingdom, was Quite Confused about 1) where it went and 2) why there were so many trees and buildings.

So...cranky lion incoming?

[intotheout]

That definitely sounded like a really badly translated Boov religion to Tip.

"Okay then. Hey, those giant heads didn't happen to kidnap a bunch of people and move them to Australia, did they?"

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Summer lowered her eyes from the sky and her prayers just in time to see said cranky lion strolling into the area and quite understandably gasped. "Oh, no," she said, eyes growing wide, scrambling up to her feet as she shook her head. "Oh, no, oh, Great Giant Heads, I understand now that I have caused you great disappointment, but surely there is a better way to punish your faithful daughter than having her eaten by a lion! Of course, if that is what you decide, then I will accept my fate, but that's just so...so Biblical! After all my service, to have me masticated in the massive maw of a great beast instead of precious Ascension, to rise up to be ingested by your glorious mouths! You have looked upon me and deemed me unworthy. Oh, shall I not be free to be freed?"

Overwhelmed, she dropped back down to her knees and covered her face as she sobbed, trying to brave enough to face her dismal, inglorious fate.

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There was a slight pause, Summer's eyes shifting as she thought about it.

"They...did transport the entire planet to a different galaxy for a short time," she recalled. "Which includes Australia, and I suppose in some heathen opinions could be considered kidnapping, but it was done to bless us and show us a better way. They may have even returned the Earth to its original galaxy, but that is a mystery of faith that we need not know. All that matters is that the Heads are there for us, until the day we may Ascend to be ingested by them, to return again as better babies."

[intotheout]

". . . Wow. They brainwashed you but good, didn't they."

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What, you think they gave you a fancy gold hat for nothing?

Summer just stared at the girl for a moment before closing her eyes and murmuring under her breath, "Oh, Great Giant Heads, please do not smite this child for her ignorance, as she does not know the glory of your Sovereign Skulls."

"And you," she added, opening her eyes with a pointed look, "should be grateful that the Heads have made it very clearly that one must not Ascend to be free and return a baby when they are still so very close to having been a baby. Unless you're just very small for your age, in which case, I must ask you to remain here while I fetch some balloons."

[intotheout]

"Girl, when I want to ascend I just get in my flying family car." Tip rolled her eyes. "My name's Tip. What's yours? Or do the giant floating heads not let you have that much individuality?"

[intotheout]

Unlike her literary counterpart, this Tip had never faced down a starving lion in an abandoned theme park. So instead of getting the hell out of there any way possible, she just kind of stood and stared and resisted the urge to go try to pet the giant kitty.

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"Individuality is important, but not as important as family and community," she said. "My name is Summer, and I have been chosen as a trainer to represent the Giant Heads in fine art of Morty fighting. Those are my Mortys," she gestured to where the Mortys were still wrestling each other in the grass; it appeared that Robot Morty was winning. "If you have your own Mortys, I would be pleased to engage you in battle for the glory of the Heads."

[sith_happened]

"I will not eat you," Mufasa rumbled because sure, talking lion. "What is this place?"

[sith_happened]

Mufasa stared back. Finally he broke the silence. "....yes?"

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"I don't know," Summer admitted once the words from the, okay, talking lion settled in her grief-addled mind. "I have yet to figure out why the Great Heads even sent me here. No one seems to have any Mortys."

She sniffled, rubbing her tears into her now streaking gold make-up. "You're really not going to eat me, Mr. Lion?"

[sith_happened]

"Not if there are any zebra around," Mufasa assured her. "Or antelope."

The teal deer were going to be in some trouble soon.

"What is Mortys?"

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"Those are Mortys," said Summer, standing up finally with one more sniff and a few pats on her face because gold pai t and tears got sticky. SHe gestured to the three teenagers frolicking in the grass...one blue with gils, one made of green gas, one robotic. All in yellow shirts. "Versions of my brother from different dimesions that we collect and force to fight each other for honor, trophies, and glory."

Because that sounded totally sane.

[intotheout]

Tip looked over at the Mortys and backed up a couple steps. "Nope, no Mortys here."

She never expected to miss the Boov this much. They at least were weird in a way that made sense.

[intotheout]

"Omigosh you're a talking lion!"

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"Do you know anyone who does have Mortys?" Summer asked, her golsen brow creasing with concern. "I thought the Great Heads brought me here to battle for their glory. But now I am not so sure..."

[intotheout]

"As far as I know, Morty's just a weird old white guy name," Tip said. "I'm thinking your great heads should have taken a left back at Neptune."

[sith_happened]

Totally.

"So I should not step on them," Mufasa said. "Or eat them."