fandomtownies | Luke's, Sunday

"Bus Driver Guy!" Summer came in with a burst of energy and excitement. She'd been waiting to execute this program all weekend! "Like, milkshake me!"

And she'd even taken a moment to notice the special and added, "Hey! Look at that! Like, there's totally pancakes again! I, like, totally have to get some of those, too! Pancakes! Hit me uuuuup!"

[[a bit of sp from me atm!]]

"Pancakes it is," Kanan laughed, grinning a bit and waving toward the kitchen. Because... apparently this was going to be a thing again. He wouldn't even hold it against them, now that the place was mostly functional. They were excited. "Good to be back, is it? Congratulations on the whole 'no more hostile invaders ruling your home' thing, by the way."

He'd be lying if he said he wasn't at least slightly envious.

[OOC: APPARENTLY MY LIFE GOT EATEN TODAY. So, uh, yay SP!]

"Like, thanks!" Summer bounced on her usual stool, shifting a little in it as if getting a feel for it again. It worked well on two levels, seeming like something she would do anyway and collecting the experience data in general. She smiled over at him. "I mean, like, I would have totally have liked for us to have done it ourselves? But this, like, totally worked, too, and Grampa Rick was brilliant, like, totally brilliant, absolutely brilliant. It was totally, like, cah-razy."

[[it's okay. my computer's deciding to be a butt today, anyway, ugh]]

Kanan nodded a little, though he had an eyebrow raised all the same. Here he'd been under the impression that Summer had wanted to be the one to free her grandfather at least in part to prove a point. Also to save the world, sure, but there had been that whole spiel...

He shrugged a bit. She'd clearly had an eventful week, and he hadn't been there, so.

"Yeah, you mentioned he's a pretty bright guy," he noted. "And at the end of the day, I'll have to admit I'm kind of grateful you didn't get dragged into anything over your head. Uh, don't take that the wrong way..."

"Oh," said Summer, lifting her hands, "you're so totally right. It was, like, totally stupid of me to even get involved in the first place. Like, I almost got shot? I should have totally known that Grampa Rick totally had plan the whole time. Good thing he is, like, totally so bright, otherwise me and my brother would have totally messed it up."

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Kanan grimaced a little when Summer mentioned the 'almost getting shot' thing.

"Been shot before," he noted. "Not really an experience I wish on anybody. Glad you came out of it in one piece, Summer."

If... laying it on weirdly thick about how awesome her grandfather was. He thought. He was scratching at his beard as he contemplated that one.

Hey, nothing wrong with mixing a little egotism and idolatry in when you were programming robot versions of your grandkids!

"Saaaaame," said Summer with a firm nod. "And, hey, I still totally got to come back even though the totally lame Galactic Federation is, like, so totally gone! And my classes don't totally suck as much, either! I mean, they kinda totally suck, because I didn't get to pick them out, but they, like, totally suck less. No Mr. Deadpool. He was the woorrrst. But also totally no Mr. Bus Driver Guy, that's totally lame."

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This conversation was really starting to rub Kanan the wrong way, and he was having trouble putting his finger on exactly why.

"Got sick of saying BDG all the time?" he asked lightly. "You know I'll probably get back to teaching in a semester or two. I'm just sorting a few things out, first."

Jedi things. Rebel things. Stupid idiot who should keep his nose out of things... things.

Not using abbreviations enough. Noted, calibrated. Summer tilted her head, as her calculations suggested that maybe she should let someone else do the talking for a little bit while her processors adjusted real-life encounters with the projections of her database.

"What sort of things?" she asked.

"Oh, you know... space things," Kanan said vaguely. "Flying around with Hera - heh. Doing odd jobs out there. Getting groceries."

Mmm, nerf.

You didn't have to be a robot to catch that little heh, and Summer leaned forward with a smirk. "Totally flying around with Miss Hera, huh?" she said. "I, like, totally can't imagine why you'd totally prefer that to, like, teaching or anything. I, like, can't imagine getting groceries is taking up, like, that much of your time, either."

Okay, so Kanan's stupid little face was getting a little stupider, there.

"Knock it off," he said, lightly. "Hera's got a rebellion to instigate, I'm just the crew."

The crew she shared a bed with, in a totally platonic if increasingly cuddly kind of way.

"Uh-huh," said Summer wryly, "you're, like, so totally convincing there. You know, I saw her totally talking to this, like, big shark dude at the picnic yesterday, and he seemed, like, suuuuper totally into her."

"What, like a Karkarodon?" Kanan took a moment to picture that, and then shook his head a bit. "He's probably a student. I don't think she's into students that way anyway."

He'd be more concerned if they hadn't both been teachers together, granted.

Summer shrugged. "He was kind of, like, super totally into everything anyway," she said. "I just, like, wanted to see if that made you totally sweat or whatever. I guess you passed?"

"But I'm guessing you're wishing I had failed, huh?"

You and everyone else who had ever seen Kanan make a stupid face while talking about Hera, RoboSummer.

You had to give Rick Sanchez a few props. He had managed to get that stupid scheming Summer smirk down pat, and she shrugged again, blinking her eyes all innocently in direct contrast with said stupid smirk.

"I, like, totally don't know what you mean, BDG."

Damn, but that smirk was good. The innocent eyes helped sell it, even. And Kanan was giving his own eyes a roll while he smirked right back.

"Oh yeah, you're all innocence, truly."

He might have been buying the Summer act, but he wasn't buying the innocent one.

"I figure it's only a matter of time before you get a betting pool going, at this rate."

"How do you, like, know I haven't totally already, like, started one?"

She hadn't. But now she was thinking about it and having a flair-up in her ethics programming over the fact that she could probably run a near perfect algorithm that would have her beat the pants oit of anyone else in that bet.

"Oh, yeah? And where do you place the odds of what happening, exactly?"

So help him, Kanan was curious now.

For, you know, no reason that had anything to do with a pretty lady with green lekku.

Summer smirked. "All I'll, like, totally say is that the odds are way high of a lot happening," she said. "And that's all I can, like, totally say because you are totally obviously involved and saying, like, anything more sorta kinda totally muddies up the impartiality of the thing, don'tcha, like, think?

"Unleeeesssss..." And she trailed.

"Well it isn't like I'm going to be placing any bets on myself," Kanan snorted, though he did raise an eyebrow. "Unlesssss what?"

"Unlesslikesomethingalreadytotallyhappenedalreadyohmygod!"

Yes. All said in one long pauseless squeal.

Aaand now Kanan was holding up his hands and shaking his head, his cheeks turning a very particular shade of red.

"Noooo. No, no nothing's happened already oh-your-god. Hera's got different priorities, I'm respecting those priorities, and with the exception of any weird things the island throws at us, it's going to stay that way until the situation back home changes for the better."

"Although," Summer reasoned, "sometimes it is human nature...or the nature of, like, sentient peoples in this case...to seek love and comfort in the midst of trials. It is when our very natures are threatened to its deepest core that we really discover, like, what's totally the most important to us. In pursuing her priorities, she it may totally finally, you know...happen, what with us all just being flesh and bone and emotion driven by primal wants and needs."

All of us. Ahem.

"That was both weirdly deep and entirely unfair," Kanan declared, raising his eyebrows. "I would like nothing more than for... happening... to happen, believe me, but I don't want to be something that Hera regrets, either."

He was pretty sure he wouldn't be able to cope if he turned out to be something that Hera came to regret. And he had no idea how the hell that had happened.

"I've never had anything really serious with anyone before. I don't want to kark it up with her, though." He huffed a little laugh. "The thought of that scares the poodoo out of me, you have no idea."

"These emotions," said Summer, reaching out to gently for Kanan's hand with one hand while the other was poised over her heart, "are coming from a place of fear, and that only makes sense. When we're really nothing but organic material meant to live for a short time before we die and rot, love is one of the few things that make our brief existences worth something. So of course you're scared. Would you rather rot away once your organic body is no longer sufficient for life knowing you never had that love you yearn for? Or will you just waste away into a pile of ash and regret?

"Besides," she added wryly, "Miss Hera is so not the type to do anything she'll regret."

"I'm sure even Hera's got her regrets," Kanan said, a bit wryly himself, as he looked down at Summer's hand. "You know, you've pointed out that I'm organic three times in the past minute?"

Which was just one step away from calling him a 'meatbag,' really. He pulled in a breath, shut his eyes, playing it cool. He was just thinking. Being, you know. Organic.

Opening his mind to the Force for a better look.

"But there's more to it than being made of flesh and bone," he said, idly. There was something in the way as he pressed forward for that look, something that seemed very much like Summer at a glance, even when peering through the Force to see what it was he was talking to. "We've got minds, we've got hearts. And we've got more than that. Some people call it a soul. Others call it... other things."

He wasn't going to start just casually chatting about the Force to this...

... This droid.

"At the end of the day, there are different ways to express love, anyway." He opened his eyes and reached toward his belt behind the counter, hand pausing briefly near his blaster, and then moving instead toward his phone. "Sorry, I just remembered, I have to message somebody about an appointment. Can you give me a moment?"

Summer's head was bobbing along in total agreement to everything he was saying, ready to very enthusiastically chime in that he was so totally right, how he grasped these concepts of meatbaggery so completely, and why wouldn't he? It was essential to the very core of what made them all meatbags.

"Yeah," she said brightly, "sure, like, totally."

"I'll only be a minute."

Yeah, knowing that this wasn't actually Summer made this whole experience more than a little bit unsettling. But Kanan managed to keep an easy grin on his face as he tapped out a text and sent it to Summer's phone, hoping at the very least that this one hadn't stolen her stuff along with her face and some semblance of her personality.

Hey, you alive out there?

HE WAS CONCERNED.

And out on the sun-scorched plains of the former Pacific Northwest, a raiding party in the middle of blowing a couple dozen mutants to smithereens was treated to a nice blip of some music as Summer's phone buzzed with the alert of a text message.

All. My. Friends. Drive a lowrider~

Summer, about to unload a round of lead into the crowd, stopped with her eyes wide because that was the last sound she expected to hear at that moment. She almost didn't know what to do for a second as a bunch of heads, both Death Stalers and mutants, turned her way.

"Summer?" Hemorrhage asked, concerned, "what--?"

She held up a finger. "Hold on! Cover me for a sec, babe, okay?"

And she turned slightly away to dig out her phone, blinking at the message from BDG and trying to make sense of why it was there. Just as a mutant made a groaning lurch for her, which she narrowly avoided, and responded to by whipping out a dagger and plunging it into the mutant's head.

"Seriously, babe? What does it take to get some coverage around here? Watch. My. Back!"

"What's going on?"

"Watch my back and I'll tell you later."

Maybe, if she felt like it. And as the shots rang out around her, she quickly put out a text back.

Sorry, bad timing. Can't talk right now. Also, I guess I should have mentioned that I'm not coming back, oops? Kind of in the middle of some stuff atm. sry!

And a second later, after she thought about what she'd sent, she added:

I'm ok, tho. dont worry!

And then promptly returned to shooting, which was a good thing, too, because, "Seriously! Hem! Do you not even know what a back is?"

Not coming... back? What the kriffing hell?

Kanan stared at the phone for a good ten, fifteen seconds before squinting and typing out another return message.

So the droid currently wearing your face and ordering your Sunday pancakes would be...?

He was now doing the opposite of not worrying!

Morty's words about turning off her ringer at the whole start of this current...uh...adventure...suddenly came back to her, but screw that, this is why she didn't turn it off. A nice important reminder of how she didn't exactly cover her bases when she decided to stick around Apocalypse Mutant Leather-Fetish Fest.

"Anthrax, Polio," she called out when she heard another response coming in, "guard my flank, since apparently my boyfriend forgot how!"

She did move back to where the vehicles were parked, though, settling down in between them for better coverage since she had a feeling this was going to demand more of her attention than she could offer in the battlefield. Especially considering she had to read the message a few times and she still wasn't sure she understood it.

WHAT????

Yeah, that summed up her feeling at the moment pretty well.

Kanan stared at Summer's reply for a long moment before looking at the Summer!droid and offering her a wry grin.

"You know, I pretty much never do this, but this has been an inspiring conversation." He held up his phone. "Picture to remember it by?"

And roboSummer, who had been mostly just sitting there with a vacantly pleasant expression on her face, brightened up at the request, thinking that it could only mean that BDG had taken her advice to heart and decided that this was the day he'd declare his love to Miss Hera and go for it and wanted to keep his memory of it forever, including the perosn who inspired him, which made the teenybopper concept of romantic love embedded into her robobrain absolutely sing.

"Ohmygod," she gushed. "Selfie? You'll have to send it to me, ohmygod."

Oh, roboSummer. You were almost endearing for a facsimile of one of Kanan's friends who was now scraping at weird uncanny valley places in his Force senses that he just couldn't unsee. He was smiling all the same, leaning back against the counter and holding up his phone so that the both of them were in the shot.

"Alright then. Say, 'Binary.'"

Don't worry. He'd totally be sending it to the Summer whose number he had programmed into his phone. Right about now, in fact.

And roboSummer laughed at the choice of words. You'd think it should have sent her a warning or something like that, but, of course, Rick had been so confident in his genius construction that it didn't occur to him that anyone would ever suspect a thing.

"Binary!" she chirped happily, posing with two fingers up in a peace sign.

Which the real Summer then received and stared at because, yeah, what. the. hell? That was her, alright, right down to the pink tank top and the way she did her make-up and the way she styled her hair, and that was BDG, alright, and she suddenly felt a weird flair-up of jealousy because there was the diner in the background, too, and pancakes, and, oh, you better not hurt him, you stupid robot bitch!

And then her mind reeled as it tried to think of why there would even be a robot version of herself at Fandom right now, who would have the capacity, the knowledge, the reason to even bother with something like that, and all her possibilities lead her to one answer which turned her heart hard for a second with narrowed eyes and a surge of anger.

Rick.

With a chorus of mutant death sounds filling the air around her, she chewed her lower lip and tried to make sense of what she was feeling and what she was going to do about it. Confront Rick as soon as they got back, obviously but that was probably going to be a few days. And, for now, there was BDG, with her robot doppleganger smiling like a dumb ass mechanical usurper, prancing around Fandom and probably totally ruining her reputation there.

Summer let out a deep breath.

Is she doing anything stupid?

PRIORITIES.

"Great shot," Kanan said, giving the droid a little grin as he settled back in to resume texting. "Your number's the same as it's always been, right?"

You know. Because she wanted a copy, and all.

Meanwhile, he was sending the real Summer his reply.

Besides telling me that organic life is too short and meaningless for me to not try hooking up with Hera, not really.

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"Oh, no," said roboSummer, shaking her head. "I, like, totally had to get a new one, because my brother is, like, so totally dumb. Peridot totally has it for more repairs, but, like, send it anyway." And she rattled off the new number with steady ease.

And OG Summer was kind of inclined to agree with what roboSummer was apparently telling BDG, but whatever, that wasn't the point right now.

Make sure she doesn't do anything stupid. I'll get to the bottom of this. I have a pretty good feeling it has something to do with my grampa.

She considered it a moment before sending it, as a pained scream ripped through the air to suggest one of the mutants might have gotten a Death Stalker.

btw, she added. really, totally ok right now, DON'T WORRY. we'll figure it out, but keep an eye on her, lemme know if she does anything totally messed up

Kanan frowned a little in thought as he typed in the new number, adding it to his contacts under 'Other Summer,' and then sent the picture along to her.

Somewhere in town, Peridot was thoroughly confused at why the phone was popping up with a photo of Summer and some other human. But... okay.

"And sent," he announced, right about the same time he sent the real Summer another message. "It's pretty much a masterpiece among... what did you call it? A selfie?"

This is me, not worrying. If at any point she gives me a reason to worry, that might change, and you'll hear about it. And as always, you need anything, let me know.

And amid all the carnage and the building annoyance that her grampa was potentially trying to pull some really shady shit, Summer smiled a little to herself.

Will do. Promise. But I really should go. Ill explain later

Which maybe she would, maybe she wouldn't. It all depended on how she could explain her current situation with him without him getting worried which seemed pretty much impossible at that moment. Nothing that blowing up a few mutant brains couldn't take her mind off of, though!

A second later, her last text was followed up with a quick thank u

And roboSummer just beamed oblivious as she explained, "Well, I guess, it's, like, technically not, like, a selfie? Because selfie suggestions, like, one, and, clearly, there were two? But the term has totally taken on the meaning of, like, any picture of yourself taken with your cell phone."

Kanan bit back the urge to sigh as he tucked his phone away again, and then nodded up at the droid, looking oh so very intrigued with what she had to say. Really.

"And see, now I'm learning even more," he shared. "Congratulations. You're officially the reason for my first-ever selfie, then."

Ever.

Luke's, Sunday

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