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The Perk; Sunday Afternoon [08/04].

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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Charlie had been sitting here for a while, nursing a coffee whilehe talked to Josh, whom he'd finally reached. And Josh being his usual loud self could undoubtedly be heard in the shop. "You're on an island? And you thought I did this to you and didn't stay there myself? Are you nuts? DONNA!! How come Charlie is on an island and I'm stuck here? Man, wait till i tell Sam!"

Charlie just sighed and looked over at the woman who'd come in. "Sorry about this."

"It's all good," said Summer, with a sympathetic smile for the man and a dismissive have of her hand. Then she snorted faintly when she added, "That guy sounds like he'd be great a party..."

"He's good man," Charlie said. "Just a little... excitable. Charlie Young, ma'am. Nice to meet you. Tell me, do you know where I am?"

"Summer Smith," she offered back, head tilting a little as she tried to figure out if he'd just actually called her 'young ma'am' or if Young was his last name. Or even Youngham! But anyway. She shrugged. "And, idk, according to the guy I woke up with yesterday, it's a place called Fandom Island? You from somewhere else, too? Don't worry, apparently it should be over by the end of the weekend, and thank god, this was definitely not what I had planned for my weekend!"

"Fandom Island?" Charlie shook his head. "Sounds like a made up place - no offense. I'm from Washington D.C. I'm supposed to be at the White House right now."

At least he hadn't woke upwith the woman whose room he'd ended up in.

And then the rest of what she'd said caught up to him. "Wait... 'over by the end of the weekend' - what's that supposed to mean?" Could be a bit sinister.

"Doing all right still?" Stark asked when he came in for his own coffee-adjacent sugary beverage because it was the sort of day for it.

"I'm honestly not convinced it isn't made up," Summer admitted. "And it means that, hopefully, tomorrow, we're back where we should be and not here. Honestly, I'm trying not to think about it. Interdimensional stuff has never given me anything but trouble."

"I have enough trouble just keeping up with my own... dimension," Charlie admitted, "So I'm sure hopeful that you're right. Though it sounds like you have some sort of experience with this sort of thing?"

Maybe it was all some sort of hallucination. He'd wake up and find out he had some super high fever and all of this had just been a weird fever dream or something.

"Oh, hey, Stark," Summer said, nodding a little and giving him a faint shrug. "Doing okay. Just...biding time, really. But at least there's good coffee."

'Coffee.'

She lifted her beverage in salute and took a big sip.

"How 'bout you? You up to anything exciting?"

"I do like the coffee here."

The word coffee was doing so much heavy lifting right now.

"The bakery is good, too, I go there often." But the usual bakery visitor was weirdly missing today how odd.

"Been a quiet day so far, and yesterday was quiet." Aside from the odd wakeup but there hadn't been any screaming or yelling or throwing things so it was fine.

"I'm glad you're doing all right. Sometimes people don't when they end up here."

Summer sighed. So, so heavily, with a roll of her eyes. "Unfortunately," she said. "Up until just a few years ago, I was living my life as normal without any knowledge at all about different dimensions and then wham! Another version of myself shows up, kicks my ass, tries to steal my girlfriend....and ever since then, every once in a while, another one shows up to try and do the same. Like, I can't help it that my life is better than theirs! You can't just try to beat someone up and steal their life just because you like it better! Like, talk about rude!

"But I guess this time, I inexplicably wound up switching places with a different one. She lives here, apparently. Maybe you got switched with this dimensions you, too."

"I mean," Summer allowed, "if this had happened to me before the string of Loser Summers trying to take my place, I'd probably be freaking the fuck out right now,not gonna lie. But I guess, uh, thanks, other dimension Summers? For preparing me for this kind of thing? Silver lining, right?"

"You haven't met my Summer, have you?" Stark asked.

They'd established yesterday that his Summer was Cool, of course, but still.

"Although I don't know how you'd know she was her and not another different Summer. I only know how to test for Robot Summers and I know my Summer. You're not a robot, are you?"

It didn't seem likely but you just never knew.

More than anything else, Liliana needed a drink. Perhaps this explained the squirrels? Were they all transformed humans who needed alcohol to cope with their new, furry existence?

Seemed unlikely, but the longer Liliana remained a squirrel, the easier that theory was to believe.

But, anyway, Liliana wanted alcohol, but she'd ended up closer to the Perk and so she'd accepted coffee as a substitute instead. But when she returned to the mansion - and that fool had better be gone by then - she was absolutely falling into a bottle of wine.

Well, she supposed the fool could remain long enough to open a bottle for her, since her steward was currently a grub.

This whole weekend was incredibly demeaning. "Summer!" She skittered over to Summer's table, carrying the doll-sized cup of coffee she'd been handed by a barista. "How do you handle this? It's ridiculous."

This might just be an odd pink version of Mandy.

"I'm not sure I understand any of that," Charlie admitted. "But unless, um, 'other dimension me' is a quirky female with a thing for pie, I don't think that's very likely."

Fandom Charlie could never pass the security check to work at the White House.

"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?"

And Summer was just going to stare.

"Oh, god," she said, "and now a Ren Faire squirrel is talking to me."

She remembered how to blink again.

"Wait, why is that even surprising me anymore?"

And then she sighed as she understood what was happening.

"You're probably looking for the other Summer who usually lives here. I'm a different Summer. No, I don't know why I'm here right now instead of her, but I hope it fixes itself real soon..."

"I mean," said Summer, blinking at Charlie and gesturing around them, "it's possible. Stranger things, apparently, have happened."

"...oh."

Sorry, Liliana, Stark had nothing else to add right now.

"You're...I'm sorry."

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.)

"I very much doubt that, ma'am," Charlie said politely. "But I'll take it under advisement."

No one was ever going to believe this and if he tried to tell them any of it he'd be teased for the rest of his natural life.

If he was the alternate version of some girl he might as well just never go back. He could just hear Josh, 'Now Charlie here claims he spent the weekend as a girl, now that's one way to get out of working on the weekend!">/i>

"I sincerely hope it isn't the case."

"Oh." Now it was Liliana's turn to sigh. "Apparently, this is some ridiculousness on behalf of a most trying island. I'm assuming it should all be fixed by tomorrow and we simply need to get through the trial of today."

Her coffee definitely needed more alcohol.

Liliana glared at Stark, debating to be offended by his response or appreciative of the sympathy.

"I assure you, I remain just as powerful and dangerous as I am as a woman, Stark," she said, splitting that reaction down the middle.

And ignoring the fact that her minions were currently grubs.

"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?"

"Why would I assume otherwise?" Stark asked. ~~Besides the obvious adorableness of Squirreliana.~~

This was Fandom and also Liliana. Of course she was still going to be dangerous as a squirrel.

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