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Caritas; Wednesday [07/07].

With most of her regulars either not around or sucked down a hole somewhere, Summer was definitely not expecting tonight to be very hopping at Caritas. It definitely felt like one of those things where she was wondering if she should even bother, but also, boozing it up a little to take the edge off of a situation they hadn't quite figured out yet was a time-honored tradition around here. She could honestly use a little bit of a distraction herself by keeping busy, which was evident in the state of her jello shots, which she expected would either be mostly untouched or completely devoured by the people who did come in. If anything, though, they did look great on her Instagram and would probably net her at least a few new catering jobs here and there.

Mostly, she was just kind of bummed that Tino hadn't been sucked down a hole, while, at the same time, figuring that if all these holes were leading ot the same place, that was just a cruel thing to subject the people who had already disappeared to, so she guessed this was better, those people probably had enough to worry about....

Wednesday Jello Shot Specials

First One Free to All Wednesday Activity Participants
And also if someone you know is in a hole
So that pretty much means the first one's free to everyone

Sour Apple
Reese's Cup
Raspberry Cosmopolitan

Caritas is open!

[[ and flying OCD-free today! ]]

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Annie was looking pretty grim when she ducked into Caritas, her phone in one hand. Her expression brightened some when she spotted Summer behind the bar, and her relief was obvious in her posture.

"So glad to see you," she said in greeting once she got close enough to the bar, managing a little smile. "And not just for the shots."

Though, like, the shots might actually be sort of welcome, even if Annie wanted to stay vigilant in case of holes.

Summer gave a soft smile back before delving into a lighlyy sarcastic, "I mean, I would hope so!" although, let's be real, her self-esteem issues would totally let her buy the idea that Annie was just in this friendship for the jello.

Like, how long did it take for her to accept that that wasn't the case with Lucifer?

But then her expression shifted back to the more serious, the more concerned, as she tilted her head and asked, "What can I get for you? How you holding up?"

"I'm okay -- I mostly just came to check on you," Annie admitted. "I've been keeping a list going and I didn't think a hole had gotten you yet, but. You know." Maybe it had happened after that nonsense in the park today (and honestly, how was that still a thing when people were actually falling in holes or whatever?)

Also good to see Tino was still around. (For a given value of 'good,' anyway.)

Edited 2021-07-07 14:08 (UTC)

The status of where Tino's continued existence above ground was on the good/bad spectrum was definitely a hotly contested subject.

"Yeah," Summer agreed, "that sort of thing could change by the hour, really. One minute, fine, next minute? Hole. And no trace of it after that, it seems. I'm glad you haven't been holed yet, either. If this doesn't get figured out soon, there might not be anyone left..."

Not to be, like, morbid about ot or anything, but really...

"So, on that note," Annie said, wrinkling her nose in anticipation of this being a negative, "you haven't heard from Rey, have you? 'Cause she's been patrolling like crazy since John got holed last week, and I haven't seen her today and my texts aren't going through...."

So, like, maybe Rey went to space or something and had just told Summer? Seemed likely? Right?

Summer looked at Annie for a long moment.

Pulled out her phone, just to check.

(Yeah, right, as if she was one to miss a text!)

Quickly sent out a text to Rey herself.

Slipped her phone away again.

"Well," she decided, "on the bright side, hopefully this means she's found John."

"I don't know whether to laugh or cry," Annie admitted with a sigh, unsurprised but also leaning more towards the latter. Though, like, what would crying even accomplish right now? "I mean. I guess that's good. But like, these are not dumb, weak people falling in these holes. I don't know what we do."

"We laugh and cry," Summer offered, "and keep vigilant and if we figure something out, we act, and we solve this shit like we always do and emerge victorious. Because these are not dumb, weak people," well, for the most part; they did have Troy now, "so they'll be fine. We are going to figure this out. This is Fandom, it's what we do."

And wiusually even with a way lower body count and level of trauma than Summer was used to, at that!

"It's been going on so long," Annie said worriedly. "Like, John fell in last Thursday, and I'm pretty sure we lost the fire station earlier than that? I'm starting to get to the point where like...do we evacuate?"

Selfishly, Annie had an apartment in another universe where she could stash a whole bunch of people, but that was sort of...unsuperheroish, for her to dip out.

"Sunday before last," Summer said, re: the fire station. "I think sometime toward the beginning of the week, anyway. And, I mean, evacuating's definitely an option, and probably a smart one for some people, but also, evacuating means not getting the chance to figure this out. I know I'm sticking around. I've actually been thinking I should just grab my portal gun and climb in a hole myself except for the fact that I can't even fucking find one...."

And if she did? You know she'd land just right in order to break the damn thing with her ass or something....

"Well, at least we still have a bar," Jesse said dryly, as she picked her seat.

"And that bar has alcohol," Summer agreed, proving it by setting down Jesse's usual generic beer, then she tilted her head thoughtfully as if to gauge her general current state-of-being.

"Any good word, Missus Mayor?"

"I wish," Jesse said, reaching for her beer as soon as it hit the bar. "We're losing more buildings - and people - every day."

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"Maybe island was feeling like it wanted to move or something and is just being super piecemeal, lazy, and generally nonconsentual about the whole thing," Summer suggested, not really a real suggestion, but also....

"It wouldn't be the first time it... reshuffled," Jesse allowed, sipping her beer. "But it does feel a little... not random... but messy? In an uncharacteristic way."

"And frustrating," Summer admitted with a faint grunt. "It's like one of those things where if you want to find a hole, good luck, not happening, but then when you're not looking..."

She shook her head a little.

"Whatever it is, if it's the island going through something again, I really hope she gets her shit together and figures it out soon. Or that someone does. I don't know."

"I was wondering if this was the island's attempt to do spring cleaning for a while," Jesse admitted. "I lost like half the trash at Town Hall and a bunch of the prettiest plants..."

Summer was about to congratulate Jesse on loss of her trash before she added the part about the plants, and her face went instantly sympathetic, and then her grin a little wry.

"Is it bad now that I kind of want to take a closer look at who's disappeared so far to see how well that 'spring cleaning' idea actually applies?" she asked. "Although the plants make me think it's a spring cleaning plus redecorating sort of thing. How old is this place? Maybe it's a midlife crisis."

"I'd like it if she kept her midlife crisis away from my plants," Jesse muttered. "I'd just gotten this new fern that looked kind of sad and it was starting to perk up."

"Awww." Summer actually did feel bad about this fern now, all things considered, and for Jesse for having lost it at such a crucial spot in its development. "I'm sure it'll be fine. Hey, maybe it'll perk up even more once this is all over and she's back to where she should be, right?"

"I'm hoping on Sunday," Jesse said. "This stuff usually works itself out by Sunday."

"I mean," said Summer, "usually, yeah, but then if this is a reshuffling, there's a good chance she's planning on going off schedule, too. Not trying to be a downer," she added, "just realistic. Trying to look at the broader picture, you know? Be ready for anything."

Jesse sighed. "I'm just trying to stay optimistic," she said. "Or jaded. Maybe both."

"Hey, Summer." Miguel gave her a smile as he sat down. "No news on the holes yet, huh?"

"Nothing that's leaked down to this humble bartender, anyway," Summer reported, with a sigh and a shrug, and she leaned on the counter a little. "How're you holding up, Miguel? What can I get you?"

"Well, I'm not down a hole yet," he said. "Dwight is, though; guess he's got his first experience of Fandom weird now. How about one of each jello shot?"

"One of each is an excellent idea," Summer decided, lining them up for him.

"You think when we get everyone back, we should let him know that it's clearly his fault, since every newbie needs their first Fandom event sooner or later?"

Summer hadn't even met the guy yet, but, hey, it seemed fair to her.

Miguel snorted. "He'd probably believe you, so maybe let him know you're not serious, but sure."

He started on the sour apple shot. "What, no incredibly weird meat shot this week?"

He liked to live dangerously.

"Not this week," Summer said. "And we made normal pie in class this week, too. If it weren't for all this hole stuff going on, people would start to think I was gremlin-bit or something."

Or replaced by a robot again.

Or by a clone.

Or killed by a decoy of herself.

Or it could be a lot of things with Summer, really.

"I think we've got enough to deal with right now without adding spam pies or headcheese jello to the mix."

"...yeah, totally not up for headcheese jello, but definitely up for setting up a hidden camera to catch other people's faces when they eat it," Miguel declared.

He ate the Reese's Cup. "Hey, nice. You could make these a cupcake filling, make one of those boozy cakes to go around it, and cater my birthday."

His present would be watching everybody else get smashed.

"Ohmygod," said Summer, "that does sound amazing. And you know I'm actually catering now, right?" One of her gazillion jobs, of course. "It's mostly online stuff, but if you're interested, I would love to do something like that. When is your birthday?"

"Seriously?" Miguel slurped the last of the shot. "You're taking over the island's entire food and drink supply, aren't you?" He narrowed his eyes. "You've brought these holes down on us, because you're becoming a danger and they want to wipe you out before your nefarious plans come to fruition. November."

"Oh, come on," said Summer. "That's not even remotely true. Sure, I practically own the grocery store in everything but title, and I'm clearly an expert drink slinger, but a side hustle that's basically an excuse to party more with jello in addition to that is hardly enough to counter the fifty million niche restaurants we have around here. I control, like, thirty-three per cent. Tops."

But now she was a little worried if maybe the holes did inadvertently have something to do with her, but usually, those sort of ripple effects didn't make it out here to Fandom...

"...I'd be a benevolent ruler, at least," she offered.

Or at least she'd try!

Just...don't ask some of those other societies she'd been god-empress or blood queen of what they thought about the matter...

"You have my vote," Miguel said cheerfully, toasting her with the last of his shots. "But only if you make your cabinet out of jello."

~~The wrong Steeeeeeeeeeeeeve~~ Steve shuffled into the bar because it had been a stupid day full of interviewing raccoons, made stupider because no one spoke raccoon and so it had been full of charades and implied bribery.

(He was pretty sure no one had cared about those shiny fake police badges for kids, but giving those out might bite him later.)

"Beer," he said, sitting down on a barstool. "Please."

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Summer gave the Other Steve (sorrynotsorry) a small, sympathetic smile. "Any kind in particular, or just whatever's closest?"

"Whatever's closest," Steve said. "I'm not that picky tonight."

And drinking alone in his apartment seemed like a one-way trip to Bad News.

"If you're not that picky tonight," Summer ventured, as she got one of the standard generic beers always on hand thanks to Jesse and set it in front of Steve, "there are free jello shots..."

Which was also a benefit to not drinking alone in his apartment, right?

Steve glanced at the specials board. Yikes.

"Um, I guess the raspberry thing?"

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