After a long day of classes, one in which she had a test, Summer didn't feel like doing anything that required much thinking. Which is why, at the moment, she was sitting on the couch with her laptop watching the latest guilty pleasure she downloaded when she visited Newport a few weeks ago. It was the one about the girls who lied all the time and were being stalked by a letter through text messaging. Or something. She didn't much care. It was a good excuse to shut her brain off for an hour. She had lost interest in Rumor Gal awhile ago. This was a suitable replacement.

She did find it slightly disturbing that one of the mothers on the show reminded her of Chris's mom. That was scary. Still, she would watch intently while eating ice cream. A perfect combination.

Summer wanted to work on her tan, something that was difficult to do in San Francisco. So she thought returning to Newport for a few days was a good idea. At least she thought this until she walked into her room. She was so started by what she saw that she let out a yelp.

"What's wrong, what's going on?!" Taylor shouted, barreling into her room with what looked like a gun.

"Omigod, you have a gun in my house?!"

"Summer?" Taylor blinked. "Wasn't expecting you. And don't worry, it's just a flare gun."

"Why would you...never mind," Summer said, shaking her head. Because honestly, Taylor owning a flare gun was very...Taylor. "Why is there a giant cardboard cutout of some cartoon character in my room?"

"Comic book character," Taylor corrected. "That's Little Miss Vixen from Atomic County. I got it at Comic Con for you. And an action figure."

"Atomic County? Isn't that the comic Cohen created that, like, failed spectacularly." And why did she remember that?

Taylor shrugged. "It's got a small cult following. And, I don't know, it's cute, don't you think?"

"She looks trashy," Summer replied, making a face.

Taylor raised an eyebrow, and it seemed like she wanted to say something. Summer wasn't quite sure why her friend opted to remain speechless, but she was going to enjoy the silence while it lasted.

[I had to!]

Today was Summer's birthday. Moving in yesterday handwavily with Chris in a future San Francisco was one of the best decisions she ever made. She couldn't think of a better present.

She also couldn't help but think about how old she would actually be in this future. It kind of made her head hurt.

[open to any of the manor residents or phone calls and such]

The one thing Summer missed about Newport whenever she was away was the beach. She was pretty determined to get as much sunbathing time in as she could before she'd make the movie to San Francisco. Today was no exception.

( Cut for length and bit of canon )

[ooc: establishy. much of the dialog taken from the season four episodes "The Gringos" and "The Cold Turkey," with a few changes]

Summer looked around the room, which was now almost completely empty. Most of her stuff had already been shipped to her house in Newport. She still had a few things to pack up, but for the most part, she was all set to leave Fandom. She was really going to miss the place she called home for nearly three years.

"Are you ready to go?" she said to the bunny she was holding. She could swear Pancakes' nose twitches indicated she was not ready to leave.

Summer knew that feeling.

[This is Summer's goodbye post. Feel free to mod phone calls or just wander by if you'd like your character to say goodbye. This is the last chance to do so.]

Summer was sitting on a blanket on the floor with the kids. She had ordered Chinese food because that was a lot safer than anything she would try to cook.

"Can I talk to Daddy soon?" Amber asked.

"Yes."

"Mama, can I use magic? Mommy wouldn't let me last night," Dalton told her.

"No!"

Those were some of the conversations that could be heard in Room 306 this afternoon.


[totally open!]

Summer was really determined to find the bitch who hurt Chris. She was hoping Savannah and Eve's locator spell would lead them exactly where they needed to go to find her.

Meanwhile, she and Savannah made a few phone calls. They needed to get a search party formed. She couldn't do this alone.

[for those who know who they are]

Something wasn't right in room 306 this morning. Lou felt that something was a bit...weird. When she opened her eyes and spotted a guy she did not recognize, she quickly sat up, wondering how she got here. She must have made an extra good sandwich last night and he was impressed by it. Maybe that would explain why she fell asleep with a complete stranger.

She decided to be nice and make coffee for him. If they had maybe been drunk last night, it would help any lingering hangovers.


[ooc: Summer is now Lou the sandwich maker from a few season one episodes of Chuck. Also? For the other occupant of the room!]

I'm just copying and pasting my last info dump because A) not much has changed and I still have the same two characters, and B) I'm lazy. ;)

( Summer Roberts )

( Piper Halliwell )

Edited: December 26, 2009

When Summer woke up in the morning to find Pancakes missing from her cage, she immediately went into panic mode. She looked under the bed, in the closet, in the drawers, and even in the shower. But she was gone. Vanished. Completely missing.

She was about to ask Chris to orb her around the dorms in search for her when a familiar face walked into the room.

"Hello, Summer," a human Pancakes greeted her, holding up two cups of coffee. "I went to the coffee shop while you were still asleep. You still like caffeine, correct?"

Summer just stared. "Pancakes? You're person-shaped again?"

Pancakes smiled. "I am, indeed."

There was only one thing Summer could say at the moment. "I didn't do it this time!"

[ooc: mostly establishy, but open]