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fandomtownies2019-02-11 08:02 am
somethingwithturquoise) wrote in fandomtownies2019-02-11 08:02 am
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Turtle & Canary; Monday [02/11].
Summer had her memory perfectly in tact on Saturday morning...and she also had a big green glowing portal just pop up in her living room just as she was about to sit down with a bowl of Strawberry Smiggles for breakfast. And after giving her grampa a bit of an earful about just randomly showing up with a portal in her living room without even so much as a text first, she got dragged off on some big stupid RickmergencyTM, only to be just spit right back out of a portal at the end of it straight into Turtle & Canary.
"Gee, thanks, Grampa Rick," she grumbled to herself as she picked herself up and brushed herself off, rolling her eyes toward the ceiling. "Drag me off to deal with six-armed, butt-faced, hallucinogen-producing aliens for a whole weekend, but, sure, thanks, at least I'm not late for work."
She took a few moments to make sure she was at least presentable, though, feeling the general grossness that took over when one spent the weekend amid way too many exploding, gushy things, she considered heading home for just a little bit, but it was fine, she was already here, and the whole thing had been exhausting. It was Monday, too, so she had a lot of orders and reports to work on, so she better just get it done and over with, popping in some earbuds to catch up on radio to see if she missed anything good over the weekend.
"....wait, what?"
...and the answer to that was yes. Yes, she certainly had.
Today's Squishy Flavors
Memories of Blue
Forget-Me-Not Strawberry
Red
Today's Jello Flavor
Magic Invisible Jello
It's Really There, You Just Can't See It!!
Turtle & Canary is open.
"Gee, thanks, Grampa Rick," she grumbled to herself as she picked herself up and brushed herself off, rolling her eyes toward the ceiling. "Drag me off to deal with six-armed, butt-faced, hallucinogen-producing aliens for a whole weekend, but, sure, thanks, at least I'm not late for work."
She took a few moments to make sure she was at least presentable, though, feeling the general grossness that took over when one spent the weekend amid way too many exploding, gushy things, she considered heading home for just a little bit, but it was fine, she was already here, and the whole thing had been exhausting. It was Monday, too, so she had a lot of orders and reports to work on, so she better just get it done and over with, popping in some earbuds to catch up on radio to see if she missed anything good over the weekend.
"....wait, what?"
...and the answer to that was yes. Yes, she certainly had.
Memories of Blue
Forget-Me-Not Strawberry
Red
Today's Jello Flavor
Magic Invisible Jello
It's Really There, You Just Can't See It!!
Turtle & Canary is open.