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.
"Whoops?" Morty says faintly.
Isaac comes back over with a blue, four-armed boy with very large ears. "-a mysterious old woman."
Arjun furrows his brow. "Really?" He looks at Morty seriously. "You really should have mentioned this earlier."
Morty glares at him. "I'm sorry that I don't consider weird stories about why my family's poor to be vital information."
Arjun ignores him, and all four of his hands start tracing patterns in the air as he mutters.
Isaac responds. "He's doing a magical analysis. Most mutant wizards can see the flows of magic naturally, but this curse is hiding somewhere inside Morty. So he needs to look a little closer."
Arjun finishes waving his hands and chanting. He squints at Morty for a few seconds, then nods. "Cursed. Very cursed. I can probably remove it, but I want to check with Circe first. And I want to bring you with me."
"Why?" Morty whines.
"Because if I fuck up you might die."
"...valid," Morty admits. He stands up reluctantly.
"Before we started talking about Morty's problem? I don't remember. Uh, do you have any opinions on what classes I should take? I need to figure that out. I'm taking the recommended martial arts course plus computer literacy but I don't know what else."
"I think math is understood to be safe, but I haven't studied any advanced mathematics so I'm not sure if they're avoiding some topic you study carelessly here."
Isaac nods. "Alright, then you're good on math unless you want to go for calculus. Obviously you're going to need to start from the bottom up on science, but fortunately, Whateley also gets kids who don't know anything about science from this planet, so there's remedial classes that go pretty deep. Same for history. You might want to take a Lit class, get a look at our culture; on the other hand you might not. Morty mentioned you were interested in magic, that means Intro to Mystic Concepts. Then you've got one two more optional slots, depending on if you took Lit. You can either keep those as free periods, or pick something else to go there, like Home Ec or an art class."
"Home Ec might be useful since I assume you have completely different kitchen appliances. I can postpone art for when I know more about what-all the fuck. Probably you don't have any classes about subtle arts or my kind of magic, though honestly there's enough going on here that I wouldn't be astonished..."
"Subtle arts is also called psi. And I know high school level arcana and half a semester of Arcane Defense, so maybe they can, with science?"
"Oh, cool, I have an appointment for that tomorrow, I'll remember to ask then." She writes this down.
"Well, I don't think I'm going to take gadgeteering, at least not in my first semester."
"I'd think so, yep. Maybe I can do some kind of independent study about my own magic, see what I can rederive based on what I know and the textbooks they're gonna summon out of my plane for me."
"He's the only psychic on the team," Isaac explains, "but he keeps dividing his attention between psi and magic and gadgets and everything else he gets into for like five minutes. -it's a really weird team anyway though, they're all gadgeteers or devisors who just happen to have other abilities. They're gonna get trashed when they go up against a team that wasn't just thrown together by the sorting algorithm."
Ethan sticks his tongue out at Isaac. (It's also green.)