The Perk; Sunday Afternoon [08/04].

[somethingwithturquoise]

Okay. So. She'd apparently somehow ended up taking over some other Summer's place in the multiverse for the weekend, and, god, she hoped it really was just a weekend because she missed her regular life where none of this weird other-dimension stuff happened except for tge rare occasional Loser Summer trying to take over her awesome existence.

Fine. It was fine. She just hopefully had to ride it put. In the meantime, she had to admit, this Summee didn't seem to have it all that bad. Cool apartment. Adorable cat. Some spending money...

And the coffee shop was pretty good, too, even if it wasn't a Starbucks. Because it wasn't a Starbucks? Whatever. Either way, she got something that was extremely froofy with just a hint of actual coffee flavor to UT and set up shop in a comfy chair, where she was also just texting Christina back home about this hopefully being over soon.

How she could still text her girlfriend from another dimension was not anything she cared to ever think about or figure out, thank you. This was more than enough sci-fi bullshit for this Summer Smith, and then some.

[[ I might disappear randomly due to *gestures*, but this post is most certainly open for all your coffee shop needs! ]]

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[wildgalegirl]

"A talking - ...oh hell, this has got to be a hallucination," Charlie said. He caught himself, reading the room a little, "No offense intended... um, ma'am?"

[deathsmajesty]

Liliana gave him a glare that was as cutting now as it would have been had she been a woman. "My lady," she informed him haughtily. "I am a countess.

Liliana, this was so not the time.

(Listen, Liliana was grasping for whatever dignity she could find.)

[wildgalegirl]

"Of course you are," Charlie said and thanked the Lord that he'd had to deal with, well, okay not weirder situations than this, but certainly with difficult people and had learned to respond politely without letting his face show his disbelief at their insanity. "I'm Charlie Young, Countess...? Squirrel?"

[deathsmajesty]

Her expression was withering, even as a squirrel. "Countess Vess," she corrected. "I am Liliana Vess and not normally an Abyss-bedamned squirrel."

She eyed Charlie up and down, taking his measure and not looking particularly impressed. "You have underling written all over you," she informed him.

[wildgalegirl]

"Countess Vess," Charlie corrected himself. And he did not laugh at being glared at by a squirrel. "And that's probably because I am one. But I'm the president's underling and proud to be."

[deathsmajesty]

"How lovely for you," she said, insincerely. And with absolutely no concept of what 'the president' meant. "So, are you unexpectedly here for the weekend or did you pick a terrible time to move to the island?"

[wildgalegirl]

"I have not moved to this island, ma'am," Charlie said firmly. "And I would like to get off it as soon as humanly possible."

Sooner, even. It had all been weird, but a purple squirrel 'countess' had just taken it over the top, so thanks for that, Liliana.

[deathsmajesty]

She was quite excellent at being over the top in all way, yes. "Oh, you'll be fine on Monday, then," she declared, but then frowned. "At least we'd better be. If we're not, there are entire classes of crimes that have not yet been invented for what I will do."

[wildgalegirl]

"You probably souldn't tell me about that, ma'am," Charlie said. "I'd rather not get drawn into any of that." Sam and Josh would have a cow - not to mention C.J. and Leo.

[deathsmajesty]

"If you're still here on Monday, you won't be able to miss it," Liliana said serenely.

[wildgalegirl]

"I will keep that in mind," Charlie said. Though he wasn't entirely sure how much damage a talking purple squirrel could do. "Duck and cover will be the order of the day. But God willing I will wake up tomorrow morning in my own bed."

Or at his desk, or even in a hospital bed where he was being treated for pnemonia or something that explained hallucincations.