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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.
Flicker at Whateley
point_b
"Great. And I don't have a clear picture - the price sheet for interdimensional transit, does that scale with mass or volume or sentient creatures involved or nothing?"
in-like-a-lion
"Nah, it's like one extra sigil per ten tons. Sentients is a bit moreso, but it's like a few hundred bucks a head. Most of the whole thing is just getting over the interdimensional energy barrier and making sure you aren't devoured by planar boll weevils or something. Not a thing, for reference, just unprotected planar travel is fucked-up dangerous."
point_b
Scribble scribble. "Okay. So anything I can unload for more than the cost of the spell as I've heard quoted is a good deal, and inbound silver definitely adds up fast enough if a troy ounce is remotely like a regular ounce."
point_b
"Excellent. My sister is certainly asleep but I will have her on the job in the morning. She will be annoyed until I tell her how much of this she can expect to keep as spending money."
heavymetal
"Oh, I'm not judging. Believe me, when something needs doing, there's nothing like a bit of bribery to move things along. On a familial or national level."
point_b
Bella's dessert is gone. "I'm exhausted, but I should probably try to stay awake until at least nineish local, adjust a bit."
in-like-a-lion
Ariel mimics Sally's voice to a certain degree of success. "My name is Sally Martin, and I have a smithing problem." "Hi, Sally."
heavymetal
"My name is Ariel Kaltmann, and I have an enormous crush on every man, woman, and assorted being I meet," responds Sally in a much better impersonation.
in-like-a-lion
"Sally, your assumption that I won't kill you because I saved your life that one time should be immediately reevaluated."
heavymetal
Sally takes her tray to the return pile and then sashays smugly out towards the Workshop.
in-like-a-lion
Ariel turns back to Bella, blushing very, very slightly. "I apologize for her. She was raised by wolves and lead paint."
point_b
"My sister teases me about fictitious crushes all the time," shrugs Bella. "Anyway, tips on how to stay up? Or should I just wander around the library, get a jump on my homework, and organize my thoughts, and hope that does the trick versus mad-science-lag and delightfully positive stress?"
in-like-a-lion
"I mean, there's energy drinks and shit. Or there's blessed, blessed coffee. Other tips, I don't have in great supply."