Morty knows he shouldn't be screwing around with multidimensional shit. It's dangerous, it's impractical, it's blah blah blah. But it's a potential key to unlimited energy, how does nobody see that? He's built a dimensional siphon (it kind of looks like a cardboard box with a funnel and a TI-84 taped to it, but it damn well works), keyed in the dimensional coordinates to a random plane, and by God he's going to use it.
He flips the switch and waits for the energy bar to fill up.
It does! It fills up very rapidly. Then it explodes, along with the box. There's rather more smoke than there should be, and once the smoke clears someone is standing there.
"Oh dear," Morty says faintly.
"Okay. But the library may require me to go in the long way around, potentially. Will the wards shred me if I try or just either hedge me out or not?"
"Nah, it'll just bounce you. You might get a headache, depending on how much power it thinks you put behind it."
Xan finishes his food, as does Leo. A hand of prehensile blood ferries their trays to the Tray Area.
Bella, also done eating, pops off with her tray and then pops back. "I can take one passenger at a time, if none of the passengers are my sister," she mentions. "I could put us outside the building if you're helping me in?"
"Ooh, that'd be nice. Kirby's not that far, but why walk when you have mutant metabolism and a teleporter?"
Xan pokes Bella's shoulder. Kirby Hall continues to have two doors.
"Congratulations, you're very slightly magic. The tricksy door doesn't show up if you don't have at least a little bit."
"I mean, I did meditate with Circe for several hours yesterday but I thought it was going to take longer for anything to stick."
"Mm, that's probably enough to at least jump-start your Essence conservation, at least if you're good at it anyway. Circe and I are not the best of pals, but the woman is damn good at what she does."
"I like her. Which is very good, considering. Okay, which door do I want, does it matter? Can I now also magically poke people in the shoulder?"
"You want the left door. Right goes into Psychic Arts, they tend to hiss and run away when exposed to magic folks. You could magipoke people, but I'd advise against it until you've got a bit more saved up. It's basically sprinkling some Essence on them to fool the door into thinking it's theirs. Trivial for anybody whose well has been ignited, but you're still pinching pennies, magically speaking."
"Good to know. Uh, does that mean I need to avoid touching people in general or is there an extra hidden step to magipoking?" asks Bella, reaching for the left door.
"Hidden extras. It's like the difference between whistling and spitting on something."
Is there a library here? Bella is excited about the magic library.
Xan leads her downstairs towards the magic library! It is near the wall-portal to Circe's domain, but in a different region of the catacombs. It is also a wall-portal, and thus apparently a wall. Xan paints a sigil on it in conjured blood and intones something, and it shimmers into a door.
"You in particular have the blood theme; when I come here alone how do I get in, assuming it does in fact nope my teleporting?"
"Circe's probably going to educate you in a hermetic tradition, which is kind of a one-size-fits-all Western magic thing. The key spell's pretty complex in any given tradition, but if it's high up on your priorities, she'll teach you as soon as you need it. You can get one of us or Ariel or Circe to let you in 'til then. Speaking of which, want our various phone numbers? In case of emergency library visit and all."
"I haven't gotten a phone yet; probably should. Do let's have phone numbers. Ariel's great, she shepherded me around all yesterday." Bella produces her ever-present notebook.
"Ariel's totally great! We beat the living hell out of each other in the combat sims all the time." He gives the numbers.