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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 my," Morty says faintly.
in-like-a-lion
"Soooo, first of all, sorry about- basically everything about this. Second, holy shit. Third, d'you want an alternate-universe-girlfriend hug?"
in-like-a-lion
Hug. Ariel is slightly cooler to the touch than the average human, but she is practiced at hugs.
unmarred
Mark is hardly in a position to complain about body temperature.
By some miracle, he does not break down crying. He just hugs her. Non-crushingly, even, since he doesn't have clear information about her fragility relative to vampire hugs.
By some miracle, he does not break down crying. He just hugs her. Non-crushingly, even, since he doesn't have clear information about her fragility relative to vampire hugs.
unmarred
Oh, fuck it, there he goes with the silent tears. He puts down his empty blood cup so as to cling to her more effectively.
in-like-a-lion
This is not an entirely unexpected outcome! Ariel continues hugging and makes kind sounds.
unmarred
Mark is such a fucking mess. He does not understand why these people like him so much. Now there's two of them, even. And they live in different universes. Which means he is always going to be missing a minimum of one person he is atrociously in love with. No wonder he's crying all over her in the middle of the cafeteria.
in-like-a-lion
Well, nobody who knows what's good for them is going to judge; Ariel is known for uncompromising destruction in defense of small emotional men. And various other persons.
in-like-a-lion
"Man, don't apologize for feeling things. You have had the shittiest day of all shitty days. 'Sides, crying on me isn't even a problem, I don't get mucky or anything. Benefits of a TK shell and superhydrophobic clothes."
in-like-a-lion
"Any time."
Ariel looks like she's trying very hard not to ask roughly one million questions about her male self, because it appears to be a sensitive subject. (Peter, nearby, looks like he has just eaten several pounds of not-quite-raw meat while the emotions were happening, which in fact he has.)
Ariel looks like she's trying very hard not to ask roughly one million questions about her male self, because it appears to be a sensitive subject. (Peter, nearby, looks like he has just eaten several pounds of not-quite-raw meat while the emotions were happening, which in fact he has.)
in-like-a-lion
After an awkward pause of astonishing length, Ariel returns to her drumstick.
Peter clears his throat with a vaguely blenderlike sound. "So. After lunch, would you like to have a detailed tour or watch some good clean blood sport? Because there's a Capture the Flag match going at Arena 99 in half an hour or so, if you enjoy superteens beating the hell out of each other. Which, I mean, who doesn't, right?"
Peter clears his throat with a vaguely blenderlike sound. "So. After lunch, would you like to have a detailed tour or watch some good clean blood sport? Because there's a Capture the Flag match going at Arena 99 in half an hour or so, if you enjoy superteens beating the hell out of each other. Which, I mean, who doesn't, right?"
in-like-a-lion
"Aw. I probably won't be joining you then, it's Alphas on Monster Squad and I cannot miss that shit. It'd ruin my Alpha-heckling streak."
"You don't technically need to attend every match Vera's involved in," Peter notes.
"But then who would yell that her mother is an incontinent ferret?"
"That element would be missing, yes."
Ariel shakes her head piously. "I couldn't do that to her. She'd be crushed."
"You don't technically need to attend every match Vera's involved in," Peter notes.
"But then who would yell that her mother is an incontinent ferret?"
"That element would be missing, yes."
Ariel shakes her head piously. "I couldn't do that to her. She'd be crushed."
in-like-a-lion
"Oh, no, genuine. It's very genuine. Vera is the devil."
Peter nods. "Ariel does have a way of being flippant about things, even when those things involve, ah, protracted history. But yes, Vera is the devil."
Peter nods. "Ariel does have a way of being flippant about things, even when those things involve, ah, protracted history. But yes, Vera is the devil."
in-like-a-lion
"Manipulative brainfucking murderous monster kind of devil," Ariel mutters.
"She has a history of... acquiring people who are useful to her, who end up loving her unconditionally and helping her do whatever she wishes of them regardless of how they would normally behave. Although Miss Lionel is a high-grade psychic, psychic tampering has been ruled out by a panel of experts. Which means something, but does not actually mean that she is not brainwashing them. Because she is."
"And she tried to steal Sally freshman year."
"Which is why I am not sticking to impersonal staffmemberlike neutrality on the subject, yes," Peter half-growls. "She tried to do the same to an associate of ours, which we both personally witnessed, but our testimony was ruled unreliable because I'm a psychic null with a history of mental instability and Ariel tried to obliterate the defendant's stand when Vera claimed Sally had cooperated of her own volition."
"I said I was sorry about that," Ariel mutters.
"Anyway. Hence, she is the devil. And Ariel heckles her matches from the stands."
"She has a history of... acquiring people who are useful to her, who end up loving her unconditionally and helping her do whatever she wishes of them regardless of how they would normally behave. Although Miss Lionel is a high-grade psychic, psychic tampering has been ruled out by a panel of experts. Which means something, but does not actually mean that she is not brainwashing them. Because she is."
"And she tried to steal Sally freshman year."
"Which is why I am not sticking to impersonal staffmemberlike neutrality on the subject, yes," Peter half-growls. "She tried to do the same to an associate of ours, which we both personally witnessed, but our testimony was ruled unreliable because I'm a psychic null with a history of mental instability and Ariel tried to obliterate the defendant's stand when Vera claimed Sally had cooperated of her own volition."
"I said I was sorry about that," Ariel mutters.
"Anyway. Hence, she is the devil. And Ariel heckles her matches from the stands."