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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
"Hella brownie points," agrees Bella. "Hang on - mmhm? Yeah, that's about what I thought. Does she want Phoenix or would Phoenix make her sad? Mm-hm. Under the circumstances, maybe. Yeah, I wondered that too, apparently I'm a convenient representative for paperwork and talking to the Junebugs and stuff. Well, enough that it's worth paying for the convenience and the goodwill, I guess? I don't have an exact figure. I assume the results will net positive over shortish timescales regardless though."
"I mean, I'm also going to arrange for a small percentage of the mithril your friend produces," they note conversationally. "But my net gain irrespective of that is projected around $150 million, so I can spend a couple of houses."
point_b
"They say a hundred fifty million. No, just one, I just can't tell. It seems to happen a lot around here. Alli, they're standing right next to me, okay?"
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"He says, 'call me he if you like, my gender is pretty permissive', end quote. You're asking me? Yeah, I know. Yes, I know you're tired. Do we have firm enough answers to be getting on with? Okay. Yeah, go ahead."
Phase waits patiently. He idly waves a hand through Ms. Carson's desk and comes out with a chocolate chip cookie, which he nibbles fastidiously.
"How did you even know they were there?" she hisses.
He shrugs. "Chocolate."
"How did you even know they were there?" she hisses.
He shrugs. "Chocolate."
point_b
Bella giggles. "My guess was right, and if there is for some insane reason an English language kindergarten in a pleasant Mediterranean coastal town you can make Renée's dreams come true, but she will also settle for a kindergarten in Dallas or a kindergarten-free Mediterranean coastal town."
"I'm sure she could tutor them; everyone's very up on English, these days. Or there are private schools that teach mostly in English for immersion. I don't know that I can find an appropriately coastal and kindergartenish one, but I do love a challenge."
"Oh, that's much easier. I'll set something up... mm, near Nice. Unless she has a specific preference, but Nice is an old favorite."
point_b
"I think by Mediterranean she intended to imply Greece and neighboring islands but I bet you she'd take Nice in a heartbeat anyway."
"You know her best. I'll make the calls tomorrow evening; if her preferences are unexpectedly strong, just call me. Oh, speaking of which."
A business card is retrieved and handed over. It's understated and elegant. Naturally.
A business card is retrieved and handed over. It's understated and elegant. Naturally.
point_b
"Thanks! I don't have cards, but I have a phone -" She writes down her phone number. "Do you need my schedule, or does Mrs. Carson need my permission to give you my schedule, or...?"
"I would need that, yes," Ms. Carson says with an admirably straight face. "I'm sure Phase would appreciate it."
Phase rolls her eyes. "Elizabeth. I do not use my international spy network to acquire student information."
Ms. Carson gives her a patient look.
"...when I could also just get it by asking."
Phase rolls her eyes. "Elizabeth. I do not use my international spy network to acquire student information."
Ms. Carson gives her a patient look.
"...when I could also just get it by asking."
point_b
"Phase may be informed of my class schedule. In fact, anyone non-evil who credibly wants to make me a lot of money with the information may be told my class schedule, but Phase got here first."
"Thank you," Phase says graciously. "And it was lovely meeting you. Now, Elizabeth: before you ask, yes, tea would be lovely, and yes, I do have a meeting that I really cannot reschedule, and how does tomorrow at three in Boston sound?"
"Just fine, as well you know. Do bring Vanessa along, I haven't seen her in ages."
"I'll try."
In one fluid movement he stands from his chair, crouches, and leaps, passing through the ceiling without a trace.
Ms. Carson sighs. "Always did need to make an exit."
"Just fine, as well you know. Do bring Vanessa along, I haven't seen her in ages."
"I'll try."
In one fluid movement he stands from his chair, crouches, and leaps, passing through the ceiling without a trace.
Ms. Carson sighs. "Always did need to make an exit."
point_b
"Passing through solid objects is not the most obviously capitalism-friendly power I've ever heard of," remarks Bella.
"Yes, well, Ayla always sort of had two sets of powers. Exemplar abilities and density shifting is the first, becoming very solid or very light. The second is being very, very rich."
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"Ah-huh. Anyway, do you want my phone number so you don't have to send that guy with messages if you need me again?"
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"Mm-hm, bye."
Bella pops into her room to peer at textbooks and investigate the contents of the internet and eventually go to bed.
Bella pops into her room to peer at textbooks and investigate the contents of the internet and eventually go to bed.
The next morning, some enterprising soul has shoved a fold-out flyer for the Combat Arena under her door. It contains a calendar of scheduled matches.
Today's is circled. "3-4 PM, Arena 99: STAR FORCE versus THE ALPHAS! Team leaders: STORMHAMMER and SILVERTONGUE! Power level: HIGH!"
point_b
Well, if this is the campus entertainment and Ariel's in it maybe she should actually go. She doesn't have a class then and her magic supervisor won't be handy. She locates an intersection near the venue on her campus map.
Breakfast econ lunch history STAR FORCE VERSUS THE ALPHAS!