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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.
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point_b
"I'm getting the impression that you will not follow after them if they decide to assault a small Eastern European nation and rule it with iron fists, or destroy the moon, or whatever?"
in-like-a
"Ha. Nope. Beat the shit out of them and hand 'em over to Interpol. They're less that type, though, I feel like it'd be more... robbing museums for artifacts of ancient magick, waiting for the stars to align so they could summon dark spirits into themselves... the kind of shit Leo's mom does. Waiting for a goal. Harder to thwart that kind of thing without feeling... guilty."
in-like-a
"Anyway: all of that is depressing as shit. I'm going to live vicariously through women who fuck wealthy undead men older than their recorded family trees now, and you are welcome to join me while reading things of actual value."
point_b
"I'm in more of a browsing than sitting down with books mood - will I be able to even check out anything before I get a student card? - but I will swing by if I need to ask you things."
in-like-a
"Sure. If you find anything you really want I'll check it out for you, same with the magic library."
point_b
Bella finds one thing she wants to check out that she doesn't think she can top at the magic library and didn't cover when she was at the bookstore and gets Ariel to get it for her. "I think I have half an hour to put sheets on my bed and stuff and then I'm going to crash hard," she yawns. "Thank you again for showing me around."
in-like-a
"Oh, sure!" Ariel checks out some weird romance starring Vlad Tepes that she didn't have time to finish.
in-like-a
"Mm... I should probably head down to the Workshop to see if I can help Sally on something or other. It's cool watching her work, if nothing else. Ooh, and I actually know the latitude and longitude of her forge for ley line reasons!" She provides them, along with the workshop's depth underground.
heavymetal
The room is cold. A forge glows in the corner; Sally is hammering at a viciously curved blade on an anvil bearing intricate runic inscriptions. She does not look up at them. She lifts the blade and quenches it in a barrel of glowing water, then shoves it barehanded into the forge.
point_b
"Do you want me to put you somewhere else, then?" asks Bella, peering with mild curiosity at the blade-forging process.
in-like-a
"Nah, it's cool, just- warning you she's not really going to be very human, in case you got freaked out by robot-ladies."
The blade-forging process currently involves Sally and the blade glowing with a multicolored corona that crackles violently and has unpleasant effects on nearby dust specks. She begins whirling it over her head, still not exhibiting any facial expression.
The blade-forging process currently involves Sally and the blade glowing with a multicolored corona that crackles violently and has unpleasant effects on nearby dust specks. She begins whirling it over her head, still not exhibiting any facial expression.
point_b
"It's kind of cool, but I'm a little too tired to fully appreciate the, uh, fireworks. I'll see you tomorrow."
Pop.
Zzzzzz.
The east-facing window sees Bella out of bed at around seven-thirty in the morning, which seems to her like a pretty reasonable time. She twines Alli - quietly - while she gets herself an omelet and a cinnamon roll and some Canadian bacon and a big glass of orange juice for breakfast. Till she spots a familiar face.
"Oh hey, it's you," she says to Morty. "Hang on, Alli - Hi! I thought you might find your conscience eased to know that I am actually pretty pleased about being here and I have enrolled and am going to learn magic and so on."
Pop.
Zzzzzz.
The east-facing window sees Bella out of bed at around seven-thirty in the morning, which seems to her like a pretty reasonable time. She twines Alli - quietly - while she gets herself an omelet and a cinnamon roll and some Canadian bacon and a big glass of orange juice for breakfast. Till she spots a familiar face.
"Oh hey, it's you," she says to Morty. "Hang on, Alli - Hi! I thought you might find your conscience eased to know that I am actually pretty pleased about being here and I have enrolled and am going to learn magic and so on."
He blinks.
"Oh. That's... good to know, that I don't have a teleporting extradimensional supertwin after my blood. I'm glad you like our universe? I totally didn't get expelled, which is cool. Or thrown in a black site or something."
"Oh. That's... good to know, that I don't have a teleporting extradimensional supertwin after my blood. I'm glad you like our universe? I totally didn't get expelled, which is cool. Or thrown in a black site or something."
"Place where supervillains and horrible demonic monsters and stuff get frozen so they aren't a threat but scientists can still study them. I'm not totally sure supervillains still get put in there, and I'm pretty sure high school students don't, but, y'know, terrified teenagers aren't great at rational thought, and stuff."
point_b
"Understood. Anyway, I don't advise you to repeat the experiment, but I have benefited, thanks, ciao." And off Bella goes to sit down with her noms.
There's a general sense of observation. The tables around where she sits fill up quicker than the other tables, and not much conversation goes on at them. It's not quite ominous, so much as watchful. In case she does something interesting.
point_b
Is eating breakfast and murmuring quietly to her twin interesting? Bella finds the watching understandable; if it's still going on in a few days she may start to give people looks.
hemomancer
It doesn't look like it's very interesting, though a few of the less well-informed observers seem confused by the murmuring. One pulls out a notepad and scribbles something on it, apparently attempting to be inconspicuous.
A cheerful young man sets down his tray at Bella's table, followed by a disgruntled-looking shadow. "This seat taken?"
A cheerful young man sets down his tray at Bella's table, followed by a disgruntled-looking shadow. "This seat taken?"