The Perk, Thursday

[designateddadfriend]

Travis was out with Probie for a walk, and decided to swing through the Perk for a quick pick me up, when lo and behold, who should he run into, but --

"Chief Dixon?!" He made a face, and only barely tried to reshape it into something vaguely respectful. "What the f -- um, what are you doing here? Sir." He blinked. "And why are you wearing a puka shell necklace?"

"Montgomery," Dixon said with a smirk, and raised his to-go cup. "Just getting some caffeine before I go see what a mess you've made out of that local station."

"Ohhh my god," Travis said. "This is the worst day ever. And that includes the three weeks I was stuck in a giant hole."

"Well sure," Dixon said, still smirking. "Your type is all about the holes, right?"

"That's." Travis pinched his nose. "What."

[open! With warnings for all the casual micro- and not so microagressions from Travis's nemesis, the worst human in all of Shondaland.]

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[stykera]

Stark had decided that since something very odd was going on it only made sense to get refreshments. There were probably people gathering somewhere trying to sort out what was going on and he could at the very least offer up some of those coffee boxes and a few snacks if nothing else.

And maybe going out would allow him to see some people? People like his favorite pretty firefighter.

"Are you you?" Stark asked because that was a perfectly normal conversation starter. "Please tell me you're you and not another you."

[designateddadfriend]

"Oh good," Dixon said. "Your boyfriend's on drugs."

"We're not --" Travis started. "-- Explaining anything to you." Travis very determinedly turned his back on Dixon. "Stark. Are you okay?"

[stykera]

"You sound like you," Stark said gratefully. "Not everyone is themselves. I'm...fine, I think. Are you? And who..."

He stopped and gave Dixon a quizzical look.

[designateddadfriend]

"Chief Michael Dixon," Dixon said, smirking even harder somehow. "I was Montgomery's boss back in Seattle."

"Until you had to leave in disgrace," Travis said. "Because you were and are a terrible person."

Dixon sighed. "You queers are always so dramatic."

[stykera]

"You're not his boss here," Stark said, narrowing his eye and moving to stand closer to Travis. The way this man was talking reminded him uncomfortably of attending that festival with Annie last year. "Or there now. Why are you here?"

[designateddadfriend]

"Just taking a look around," Dixon said. "Been thinking of moving into politics. Maybe I'll start out in a small town before trying out running a big city like Seattle. When are elections around here, Montgomery?"

Travis hadn't even managed to order yet, but he still managed a faint spit take.

"No."

[somethingwithturquoise]

Summer figured she had a big advantage over all these other jackoffs in the fact that she actually looked like the person she was looking for.

Well. Maybe if the person she was looking for decided to take a tumble through Sarah Connor and John Rambo's closets to accessorize, but still! Pink tank top, white pants, ponytail. She hit the mark a lot closer than some Summers.

But now to figure out where to actually find FH-001. Summer figured the coffee shop might be a good start; if she was lucky, someone might recognize 'her' and provide some useful hints.

"Um, the usual?" she asked at the counter, and then breathed out in relief that the barisas seemed to know what that was and got to work, and, while they did, she sent a scrupulous look around.

[designateddadfriend]

"This is what happens when you let liberals run things," Dixon said when he saw Summer.

"What does that even mean?!" Travis asked. "Summer, please ignore this walking hate crime."

[somethingwithturquoise]

"Oh, I'm sorry," said Summer, clearly not ignoring the walking hate crime, because she came here to terminate herself (not like that), not deal with opinionated conservative Boomers. "Do my bare feminine arms offend you?"

[designateddadfriend]

"I'm just worried about your safety, sweetheart," Dixon said, shaking his head. "It already looks like you've been through enough."

"Oh my god stop talking," Travis said. ". . . Though in this really specific case, he's not wrong. You okay, Summer? You look a little . . . battle-ready. Oh god, have we been invaded again?"

[somethingwithturquoise]

Summer was maybe regretting going a little heavy on the war paint just about now.

"Uhhhh," she said, "no! Of course not!" She laughed a totally believable laugh, really. "I mean, except for by old assholes," she hitched a thumb toward Dixon and leaned in toward Travis with a knowing grin, "apparently, am I right? No, no, this is...this is just...a new look. That I'm trying out. Battle Chic. It's so rad right now."

[stykera]

"Summer?" Stark asked hopefully, even if she didn't look quite like his Summer. Who was not, of course, his at all. Just the usual Summer. The expected Summer.

[somethingwithturquoise]

"....ye-ee-eees," said Summer, after looking at the person who recognized her and doing a quick assessment. "That's me."

Technically not a lie! Like, in the slightest!

She then flashed him a smile, lifted her cup. "Just getting some coffee to get a start to my day!"

[stykera]

"Are you alright?" Stark asked. She seemed maybe not quite alright. And not quite like last night's Summer or Tuesday night's Summer.

[somethingwithturquoise]

"Oh, no," Summer insisted. "I'm fine! I'm just sure I spent way too much time last night drinking and getting high and putting weird things in jello."

That all sounded like stuff FH-001 would say and do, right? Ugh. FH-001 was the woooorst.

[furrybluefreak]

Kurt had spent much of the day with Libby at the clinic, but when they eventually did say their goodbyes, multiple times, he didn't feel like heading to the dorms. So after wandering around for a bit, Kurt ended up outside the Perk and decided to head in for a drink.

"Jumbo Mocha Mint Latte, please" Kurt said to the barista as he glanced around to see who all was there today.

[designateddadfriend]

"Jesus," Dixon said. "Fairies, freaks, and furries. This place is a pervert's paradise."

"That's it," Travis said. "Out. Now!"

He would physically push the man out of the shop if he had to!

[furrybluefreak]

"Furries?" Kurt asked, giving the man he didn't recognize a curious look. I mean yeah he kinda was. But no one but Kitty really ever pointed it out with the nicknames and all.

"Not sure what you mean," Kurt said as he gave a 'you know him?' look at Travis. "And it's actually a fairly nice place. Aside from rude visitors evidently."

[designateddadfriend]

"You know, you people who like to dress up like animals to have se --" Dixon said.

Travis started physically shoving him towards the door. "No. No. That is a teenager. I am not going to let you harass him. Them?" He paused to look at Kurt. "Sorry, I don't want to -- what are your pronouns?"

[furrybluefreak]

"Oh, he/him is fine, thanks," Kurt said, still eyeing Dixon uncertainly. "You're new to our island, I take it?"

[imafuturist]

Well, hopefully Travis and his 'guest' were ready for a giant, floating head. In a bright pink crop top. And sneakers.

"MODOC DEMANDS TRIBUTE."

Yeah. That.

[designateddadfriend]

Was anyone ever ready for that?

Ever?

"The hell is that thing?" Dixon asked.

"No idea," Travis said. "I think you should ask it."

[imafuturist]

Hey, maybe if you lived in that one New York that had a massive supervillain/hero fight every other month?

"I am MODOC. A Mechanical Organism Designed Only for Conquest!" And not killing. Because it was a kids show, folks. Technically. "Ignore the 'for'!"

Yeah, thanks for that one, MODOC.

[designateddadfriend]

"MODOFC," Travis said. "Yeah, that doesn't really roll off the tongue, does it."

"Designed by who?" Dixon asked. "Are my tax dollars paying for this?"

[imafuturist]

"Taxes are an oppressive tool of the government in order to remain in power!" MODOC declared. "As such, I do not pay taxes. But I will accept them."

He was a real Libertarian. Oh god.