Room 306, Tuesday Afternoon/Evening
Summer was taking a break. Sort of. Matthew was napping at the moment and Devon was with her daddy, who she seemed rather attached to.
That left Marissa, who was sitting on the floor, petting Pancakes.
"So..." Summer began. "I named you after my best friend, huh?"
Marissa nodded. "Yeah. You talk about her a lot."
"Well, yeah, she's my best friend, so it makes sense."
Marissa frowned a little. "I wish I knew her."
Which caused Summer to frown. "She isn't there?"
Marissa realized her mistake. "I shouldn't tell you too much about the future."
Summer leaned back against the wall, trying to understand what she just learned. Maybe Marissa, the one Summer had grown up with, lived far away. Maybe she had a job that took her away for months at a time? Surely she couldn't be...no. That can't be it.
"Marissa, you can tell me. You and I may not be from the same universe, remember?" Summer said gently.
She nodded. "She died before I was born, so I never knew her."
Summer looked down sadly. "Do you know how?"
"Car accident."
Marissa, the older one, seemed to already be heading down a tragic path. Maybe Summer could warn her somehow.
"You shouldn't try to warn her, Mom," the younger Marissa said. "It could change the future."
Summer didn't care much at the moment. "You sound like your dad with all that weird sci-fi talk."
Marissa beamed. "I can't wait to go home and tell him I was here."
Summer frowned again. Even though she was only sixteen and couldn't possibly take care of children, she didn't want them to go away just yet. She wondered how long this would last.
Her thoughts were interrupted when Marissa let out a squeeing sound. "Princess Sparkle!"
She ran over to the desk, snatching up Summer's plastic pony. "You still have her where I'm from."
Summer grinned. "Really?"
"She sits next to Captain Oats."
Summer blinked. "Who?"
"Dad's plastic horse. He and Princess Sparkle are very happy together."
That made Summer smile. "Cohen can be so cheesy."
"Yeah," Marissa agreed. "But he loves you a lot."
Summer just about melted. Then she remembered that this was Seth Cohen they were talking about. Summer and Seth? This was just a concept she was having trouble accepting.
[ooc: open, especially for the roomie or the boyfriend if they so wish.]
That left Marissa, who was sitting on the floor, petting Pancakes.
"So..." Summer began. "I named you after my best friend, huh?"
Marissa nodded. "Yeah. You talk about her a lot."
"Well, yeah, she's my best friend, so it makes sense."
Marissa frowned a little. "I wish I knew her."
Which caused Summer to frown. "She isn't there?"
Marissa realized her mistake. "I shouldn't tell you too much about the future."
Summer leaned back against the wall, trying to understand what she just learned. Maybe Marissa, the one Summer had grown up with, lived far away. Maybe she had a job that took her away for months at a time? Surely she couldn't be...no. That can't be it.
"Marissa, you can tell me. You and I may not be from the same universe, remember?" Summer said gently.
She nodded. "She died before I was born, so I never knew her."
Summer looked down sadly. "Do you know how?"
"Car accident."
Marissa, the older one, seemed to already be heading down a tragic path. Maybe Summer could warn her somehow.
"You shouldn't try to warn her, Mom," the younger Marissa said. "It could change the future."
Summer didn't care much at the moment. "You sound like your dad with all that weird sci-fi talk."
Marissa beamed. "I can't wait to go home and tell him I was here."
Summer frowned again. Even though she was only sixteen and couldn't possibly take care of children, she didn't want them to go away just yet. She wondered how long this would last.
Her thoughts were interrupted when Marissa let out a squeeing sound. "Princess Sparkle!"
She ran over to the desk, snatching up Summer's plastic pony. "You still have her where I'm from."
Summer grinned. "Really?"
"She sits next to Captain Oats."
Summer blinked. "Who?"
"Dad's plastic horse. He and Princess Sparkle are very happy together."
That made Summer smile. "Cohen can be so cheesy."
"Yeah," Marissa agreed. "But he loves you a lot."
Summer just about melted. Then she remembered that this was Seth Cohen they were talking about. Summer and Seth? This was just a concept she was having trouble accepting.
[ooc: open, especially for the roomie or the boyfriend if they so wish.]