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.
"He's a sex demon. Specifically 'depravity', I think. So... something along those lines."
"In case you hadn't heard, I am a fish out of water from a world lacking such commodities as demons, so I don't know if 'those lines' mean that you get signed up for his annual pinup calendar or you get a surprise demon orgy on your birthday or the object of your dubious affections is mind-controlled into relevant proclivities or what," Bella points out.
"It's not like I've done much research on the subject. Dealing with demons is significantly too high-risk for its level of reward."
Leo clears his throat. "I also haven't done much research on this particular case, but applying general principles says it's closest to the last one. More 'the object of your affections gets a little push if they would otherwise be on the tipping point' than mind control, though. Something like 'oh man, what a good day I've been having! What's that you say about depravity? Oh, hell, why not!'"
"Yeah, still fairly creepy. But it's a lot less so than some of the demons around, there are definitely some who would just go straight for the mind control. Manipulating probability to improve your luck with the ladies is fairly vanilla, as demons go. Though come to think of it, Gothmog's thing might be more of a pheromone deal anyway. Dammit, I'm gonna have to look this up when I get to the Mystic Arts library now."
"That's my next stop, I have homework and my powers test isn't till later. But I imagine I will be distracted by shinier objects than demonic hazards once there."
"Oh, cool, it hadn't trickled down that you were going into Mystic Arts. D'you know how to get in?"
"Quite a bit more so, actually. There's introductory magic and all in the main library, but the shit you really want's holed up in the catacombs of Kirby. We can let you in, if you like, we're going there next to work on a project."
"You can try. I don't know how your twinny warper powers work, but the wards are pretty thorough."
"Am I also going to have this problem showing up to magic lessons with Circe even though I've now been to her office?"
"That one's a no. Circe's wards do exactly what she wants them to, and if she wants you in her office you get into her office. Though you might want to appear at the door and knock."
"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.