whoops?

[andaisq]

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.

Comments

[subtly_artistic]

"I'm accustomed to getting it out of my system with lucid dreaming."

[andaisq]

"That is pretty neat," he allows.

[subtly_artistic]

"It's not as good as being able to really do stuff, though."

[andaisq]

"Yeah."

Oh look, the infirmary! Inside: A receptionist. She is poised and alert, though mostly to the state of her crossword.

[subtly_artistic]

"Hi, um, I'm supposed to be vaccinated?"

[andaisq]

She glances up reluctantly. "Caduceus' office is third door on the right. She'll get you done." Before the last word leaves her lips, she's returned to the crossword.

[subtly_artistic]

So Bella goes to the third door on the right. Knock knock. Is knocking even a local custom?

[andaisq]

Well, the woman who opens the door doesn't seem shocked by it, or anything. Her hair undulates idly. "You must be Bella. And- Morty? Oh, helping her around? That's good of you."

"Yeah. Here for shots."

"Well, yes," she titters. "Come in, come in."

[subtly_artistic]

In comes Bella. "I've never had this done before," she comments, in case there are about to be procedures that would seem startling to the uninitiated.

[andaisq]

"Oh! I guess... hm, alright. Does your world know about- well, actually, are you willing to take it on faith that the things I'm doing are to keep you from getting sick? Because that would probably be easier. I'm not a biologist, just a doctor. And a wizard, but that's less relevant."

As she speaks, locks of her hair seek out and arrange objects including vials of unclear liquid, hypodermic needles, and a wand of some strange material tipped with metal. Very esoteric.

[subtly_artistic]

"I'm familiar with the concept from science fiction, and it sure seems like I'm in science fiction now, so yes. Although if you need me to completely relax and you're comfortable with subtle arts - or psi, I guess - I could do an intention check."

[andaisq]

"Well, you don't need to relax completely, just trust that I'm not poking you for no reason. But I am comfortable being read, as long as you can stay within a small area - not that I'm worried about your control, you understand, but some of my memories are hazardous to psychics, so I'd want you to be safe."

[subtly_artistic]

"I won't pick up anything I'm not looking for, I've been specifically trained in that."

[andaisq]

"Feel free, then." Her hair busies itself stacking paperwork slightly more evenly.

[subtly_artistic]

Peer.

[andaisq]

She's on the level. This is in fact how vaccination works. Needles are involved. Her bizarre prehensile hair is very sanitary.

[subtly_artistic]

"Okay, go ahead."

[andaisq]

"You may want to close your eyes. Some people get squeamish about the needles."

Wielding several hypodermics in several different portions of her mane, she gives Bella a few jabs on each shoulder, then intones something. "That'll reduce the swelling, keep it all circulating through you instead of staying in your arms. Now, I can also take the opportunity to give you a basic physical checkup, which you'll need to get eventually; would you like that now?"

[subtly_artistic]

"I guess so."

[andaisq]

"Excellent. Now, remain still..."

A perfectly standard physical examination follows. Bella is pronounced quite healthy for someone who received such necessarily unscientific medical care and offered a lollipop.

[subtly_artistic]

Bella is not used to being prodded in any of these respects but she puts up with it gamely. And accepts her lollipop (grape).

[andaisq]

Doctor Tennant's hair returns the lollipops' coffee can to its shelf. "And if you need anything else, whether for health reasons or just to talk, I know this is going to be a very strange experience, then feel free to drop by. My door is always open! Within office hours, of course."

[subtly_artistic]

"When are those?"

[andaisq]

"Oh, they're on the door."

They are indeed on the door. They are reasonable office hours, clearly devised by a person who understands how time works and does not need to talk around scheduling as though it were some arcane secret from beyond the stars.

She also repeats the hours aloud.

[subtly_artistic]

"Thanks. ...Now what."