Summer Roberts

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]

Summer was in her room, quietly celebrating her birthday. It was very different from how she celebrated last year. She was lucky to even remember that night. Today, she wasn't in the mood to be celebratory. She read a few emails from friends back home. There was one email missing, though. The one from her best friend she'd never receive again.

"Happy birthday to me," she said to Pancakes. As usual, she got a nose twitch in response.

[ooc: door and post are open; if anyone wants to visit because it's her birthday, feel free to handwave knowing about it.]