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Caritas; Wednesday [08/04].

You would think, with how many of them were on the stage at Caritas that night, that there would be alot of karaoke going on. But no. Apparently, the alots that had come into the bar were not there to actually sing, but to sign.

Sign what, you ask? Anything, really. Books, posters, movies, your chest, if you were so inclined. They didn't seem too picky, really. If you had a thing, and they had a marker, then, duck it, they were going to sign it! It was a regular old signing frenzy going on!

Summer trusted that, by now, everyone knew that if Tino asked you to guess what he got the alots to sign, they were better off just ignoring him.

Or else they were going to need alot of buckets.

Wedsday jello shoot spechal!

~~Fist ! three 2 all Wedsday aktivity~~ 1st 1 FERE!!!

Blew Hawaai
Appel Pei
Cherry-Catsup

Caritas is open!

[[ and OCD free, because typing some of this killed my sole ]]

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"No!"

Seivarden glared at the alot. Then looked at the specials' menu. Then at Summer.

"Aatr's fits!"

To that, Summer could only offer a faint, apologetic sort of smile, as if she herself had a hand in any of this.

"Hey, Seivarden," she offered. "What can I get you?"

Might as well get right to the important/necessary part.

"Jello shuts," Seivarden said, trying not to use too many words. She let out a frustrated sigh.

And despite the sympathy....nay, empathy...that Summer felt for Seivarden's current conundrum, that level of frustration was never going to not make her smirk a little.

"Hello shits it is," she declared, with a confidence that made it really hard to tell if that was intentional or not, and then proudly set up the trio available that day in front of Seivarden. "So. This is a funn oen, huh?"

Fandom was odd. That was a given truth Dwight had accepted shortly after his arrival. But this.... was a whole new level of oddness.

He gave Summer a somewhat awkward wave, eyeing the alots warily as he approached the bar.

"Oen Aaple Pry shut" he said, slowly, wincing at each word that came out of his mouth.
Ok, so it wasn't just something going on with his apartment....

This was starting to feel waaaaay too much like the Babble Trouble back home. Dwight gave a frustrated sigh as he looked at Summer.

"It coudl be wrose, I appose," Seivarden had to admit, still looking a bit sulky.

"Lets drikn in sliece."

That wasn't going to work.

"Im goin insane," Jesse announced. "I cant do paperwork wthout alot of atostrophotes."

Sure, Summer knew that Dwight had said oen, but she was definitely setting down toe of the requested shuts in front of him at the bar, because she was pretty sure he was going to need them. If not tree.

"I'd suggest we jost rote stuff down," she noted, "but I honeslty I think that'd just be worth."

"Alot a whosawhutsit?" asked Summer, getting Jesse her beer, which was, sorry about it, a genric beer this time rather than generic, but what can you do? She was also sort of hoping maybe the day meant Jesse would have more than one, because there was also alot of those, too.

Also, since she didn't really expect Jesse to answer that, at least not with anything that would be helpful giving the circumstances, she said, "Perdy sure its just the day at leaf? If it keeps up tomrow, just go remote, work off-islane, I doubt there'd be alot of trouble on the mainlan."

And if there was? Oof, then they did have an issue on their hans.

Summer's brow quirked a little at that, along with a skeptically amused grin, and she folded her arms in front of her and looked at Seivarden expectantly, as if very much calling her out on this proposal and how it wasn't going to work, and knowing it was just a matter of time before this sliece grew to be untenable.

There were days Jesse missed having a science staff on her side to figure out how to make a weird thing work for them, and this was definitely one of them...

An alot shaped like an apostrophe sat down next to her. It made a bunch of clicking noises.

She ignored it.

"Mebbe the baord will jus let this oen slide," she said, picking up her genric beer like a champ.

"Tied aldeady." Dwight said shaking his head.

He pulled out the pad of paper he had been jotting notes on that morning before leaving.

Tu-Dew Lust
1 Buy soplies
4 Frix Shevleves
7 Call Mirgulle

He looked at Summer with a "yeah no better" look.

"Yeh," said Summer, nudging her own apostophe-shaped alot that had made its way around the bar a nudge with her foot because she could definitely see herself tripping over it in a little bit, "soemhow I dont think its gonna be soemthin their gonna be too upend arms about."

There was a pause.

"Aaaaaaaaand now i thnk im on perma-italics."

How could you even hear that? Summer wasn't sure, but she just knew this was because someone all too frequently messed up her /i tags.

And Summer leaned in to have a look at what had become of Dwight's poor notes and couldn't help an "Awwwwwwwe" in response.

Partly because that was kind of adorable, and also because it was a response that she figured couldn't get too mangled up in the procress of getting out.

"At leaf," she then offered, "it's prolly just a Wenzdae fing."

"Hoop so" Dwight muttered as he picked up the first shot and downed it. "Remurnds me oft a Tribble back in Huven" he said... his expression getting more exasperated as he heard himself.

If he knew sign language he might have been tempted to try that... but odds were his fingers would decide to trip him up somehow. This Alot business was pretty tenacious it seemed.

"Thats alot of empathis," Jesse nodded, and took a big sip of her--

"Y does this taste lyk bear?"

"Speak tung?" Summer asked, tilting her head, keeping it short and sweet and probably not very helpful, but, really, a conversation today was going go be a little tricky regardless.

She shook her head, though, wondering if thay was almost too vague to even be deciphered.

BUT OH WELL.

"Tubble...that...jumples... wurds" Dwight managed to get out before downing the other shot, and giving Summer a nod he hoped she understood. Maybe he'd spend the rest of the day in bed and sleep through the rest of the madness.

"im honestyl a lil more conserned aboot how u kno what bear tastes liek," Summer admitted, with a somewhat worried crease in her brow.

A crease that was only about to get deeper as Jesse seemed to have actually summoned actual alots of emphasis with her first comment, bursting happily through the door and stampeding toward Summer.

"On!" she shouted immediately, waving her arms for..well, for emphasis....and trying to block the way. Stopped. Tried again, this time with more focus.

"No!" she managed, glaring daggers at them. "no wai. OTHER SIDE OF TEH BRA."

Which was why Summer was now trying to fend off an alot trying go get up on her and under her shirt.

"BAR!" she shouted at it, fending it off. "I meant BAR! Jeebus ducking chris!"

"Hey, Summer." Miguel came in and sat down on the stool. "CHerry-satsup, really?"

He rolled his eyes. "Did you mean that one, or is it part of the weird today?"

"i aktually meat tgat oen," Summer informed Miguel, and was way too proud of that fact. "Soem tgings are just untochabel i guess."

She gave that the proper moment to breathe or be interpreted before she asked, of course:

"Wanna tri 1?"

Miguel smirked. "Of coruse. All three, as usual. Maybe I'll try that one first, so if it's awful, I'll teaste the other onse after."

"Get bcak here," Jesse said, reaching out to tug the alot off of Summer with her pow--

And she was gone.

Splash.

"...ducking fuck pond. Of course."

Usually, that was not a bad plan in these situations!

Drinking didn't hurt much, either.

Er, well...

"moar shoots?" Summer, who would absolutely keep plying him with a lot of them (not to be confused with the gelatinous alot of jello shots that served as a surprisingly good stand for her tray...) if he allowed it, asked. "Or swish to soemthing a lil moar....substantial."

Honestly, Summer was a little surprised that last word make it out so well.

"Sunds liek Tribbles," close enough!, "are a gut worde for them, honestely."

"n if that flails," said Summer, setting the trio of shots in front of Miguel with a nod, "tgere's alot--"

She stopped abruptly, with a grimace and a tight jaw.

Rethought what was going to come out of her mouth before she let it out.

"There is plenty moar," there, that was better, although the alot of italics had returned as a result, "oter optionz avalibible."

"Oone shut" Dwight said raising one finger, hoping that much came through the jumbled mess. He looked around at the Alots that seemed to be multiplying and sighed "Mark it too. Fink I'll ned it..."

Summer blinked a little in surprise when Jesse just straight up disappeared, but then, a moment later, realizing what happened, made sure she had a towel to offer to her when she came back.

"was rhat ur fist tirp to teh fuck pond?" Summer asked.

Which sounded like an entirely different question/experience, but Jesse would know what she meant!

"Wired that it sent u an knot, u no, teh oen avtilly a salting me."

Summer, you had to stop using italics, because they were just going to keep sticking!

But now, at least there were alot of well-earned glares in the bar, too.

"Mebbe its becuz their an ilsand thing?" Jesse said with a sigh as she grabbed the towel and immediately got to work on her hair.

Her poor, long hair.

"Fink," said Summer with a grin, "well all knead it."

She might even have one or two for herself, especially now that the alot of italics (they adored Summer, clearly) were back behind the bar and under her feet.

"Stil," a shoulder hitched up in a shrug. "Cud be wurst. Cud be teel dear."

Then they'd never hear the end of it!

Edited 2021-08-04 18:07 (UTC)

"Sew," Summer grinned, because she really didn't get a lot of pond trips on her nights! This was kind of exciting for her! "How was it?"

Also, that question was so simple, the typos didn't even stand a chance! Ha!

Jesse looked at her.

"Wet," she said.

"Oh gud!!" Summer's grin was absolutely unabashed. "Id be worryed if it wasnt!."

A beat.

"Jush imagyn ThAT papierwerk!

"Thanx, tho," she added a little more sincerely. "it wuz nice of u to try n helpp, evn if u wound ip in the fuck pond fee it."

"Dunt think I waunt to know wert those arr" Dwight said, a concerned look on his face as he waited for the shots. "The Alots are enouf."

"u mite evn sae....their kind of ALOT."

Nope. Couldn't help herself.

Of course, now the bar was playing host to alot of groans, enough that Summer had at least the decency to look a little sheepish about it.

"Sry," she said. "It wuz jus litrally rite their."

Seivarden took a bite of the appel pei jello shot and chewed on it slowly, looking at Summer.

"I'm up for sjust about andything," Miguel aaid. He eyed the catusp one dubiouosly, then shrufged and downded it.

"Okay, that was theweird."

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