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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
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"I could use a glass of water and then I'm all set to go." She even has remotely appropriate gym-type clothes on, what with the shopping trip yesterday.
Water is provided!
"When we get to the power tests proper there'll be a couple more people observing, if that's all right. I might have to hit them with a stick to get them not to watch if it turns out not to be, though. So please bear my noodly arms in mind."
"When we get to the power tests proper there'll be a couple more people observing, if that's all right. I might have to hit them with a stick to get them not to watch if it turns out not to be, though. So please bear my noodly arms in mind."
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"I don't have any strong reason to object, but why will there be more people observing?" asks Bella.
"Because my colleagues are actually enormous children in disguise, and you are a very shiny thing."
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Bella laughs, and ponytails her hair for convenience. "I don't mind being shiny. Are the tests calibrated to take into account that I have no actual training in many forms of complex Olympic derring-do? That is, my form is going to be off unless somebody coaches me on it and this will affect how good I am at running, jumping, turning cartwheels along a balance beam, etcetera."
"Naturally. The tests are calibrated for twelve-to-fifteen-year-olds, not Batman."
The tests are many and varied! There are tests of speed, deadlift capability, endurance, et cetera. Breaks are at regular intervals, including protein bars and water as necessary.
One of the later tests appears to be another test of speed. She is placed on a treadmill and set to go at a certain rate.
Abruptly, out of the console pops a boxing glove on a spring, moving much faster than aerodynamics should allow it to.
One of the later tests appears to be another test of speed. She is placed on a treadmill and set to go at a certain rate.
Abruptly, out of the console pops a boxing glove on a spring, moving much faster than aerodynamics should allow it to.
"Reflexes! Excellent reflexes, by the way. You react faster than you should given your speed, unless that's a twin thing?"
"Ah. Makes sense. Next up is the long jump!"
No further boxing gloves appear for the remainder of the test, though there is a less antagonistic test of her reflexes later involving a batting practice machine.
And eventually the tests are complete!
"Alright, our tentative 'rating' on you is Ex-2/Wa-5:lb/Esp-2. You're an Olympic-bodied genius who can teleport a lot and has a weird interdimensional sister-connection. Which puts you firmly in the mid-tier at Whateley, slightly upper tier in terms of all mutantkind, and in the dust in terms of the super-entity community. Though you're a serious contender in terms of sheer convenience. Congratulations et cetera."
"Alright, our tentative 'rating' on you is Ex-2/Wa-5:lb/Esp-2. You're an Olympic-bodied genius who can teleport a lot and has a weird interdimensional sister-connection. Which puts you firmly in the mid-tier at Whateley, slightly upper tier in terms of all mutantkind, and in the dust in terms of the super-entity community. Though you're a serious contender in terms of sheer convenience. Congratulations et cetera."
"Heroes, villains, all that. The ones who run around in spandex trying to save or destroy the world according to taste."
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"Noted. Thanks for the eval. Except for the boxing glove. Not thrilled about the boxing glove. Do I get my card right now?"
"Boxing glove's standard to test for reflexive powers the subject doesn't know about, and it's made of foam, doesn't hurt if it actually hits. And we've got a card printer just down the hall."
"Ready to face the might of finger-wiggling and bad Halloween costumes?"
"The wards. Sorry, making fun of the Mystic Arts folks is our national pastime and anthem down in the labs."
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"What fun I'm sure that is, and less taxing on the intellect than coming up with decent puns. Yeah, I'm ready to see if I bounce off some wards, if that's what you mean."