Glorzo Planetoid; Dimension FH-001; Saturday Evening [02/20].

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Things were serious enough that, once seized upon, Rick and Morty didn't even bother putting up more of a fight. It was one thing to hack and slash their way through an angry mob of citizens, but it was something else all together to be faced with a multitude of high powered plasma guns charged and aimed and ready to go.

So the next stop for them, it would seem.....was space jail.

A dirty, grimy space jail with some sort of strange mucus strung over the walls, dingy yellow light pouring through the barred windows on the hapless trio, plus just some random face-hugged dude barely aware of any of them as he slept sitting on the floor, back up against the grimy wall.

Rick and Morty	Rick was...unimpressed. And he was trying to figure out a Plan B, or quite possibly what this all meant because even he was struggling to figure out what the fuck was going on here, and he knew it was probably just a matter of time before Barry started in, either with his own obnoxious ideas or on how that probably could have gone better. Morty was...apparently fairly comfortable with all of this, deciding to fill the awkward silence he would imagine ensuing by pulling a harmonica out of his pocket and singing. Badly. Very off-key and not even really very on rhythm. "Nobody knooooows...the trouble...I've seen! "You know that song, Rick?" he asked, looking eagerly over at his grampa, and then eagerly over to Barry. "What about you, Barry? From the...when the prisoners sing it?" "Come on, Morty," Rick grumbled, continuing to be unimpressed, and irritated, "for fuck's sake."
Barry	"Nobody knoooooooooows.... but Jesus!" Yes. He knew that song. And yes. He knew it would annoy Rick. Meanwhile Barry was inspecting the cell looking for any potential weakness and considering his option. Nothing was completely impossible. It just took a little effort and thought. Which Barry had plenty of. He just needed time. "Nobody knows the trouble I've seen Glory, Hallelujah." Look. He may not ever get Rick's acceptance. But honestly Morty wasn't that bad. Maybe he just needed someone other than Rick in his life who didn't shit all over him.
Morty	Morty couldn't help grinning over at Barry when he started in on the rest of the song, giving a glance over to Rick for a moment, part nervous, part hopeful, but since Rick seemed more intent on glowering and sulking than joining in, too, Morty just picked it up to sing with Barry for at least the next line. It was their jail time, after all. They could spend it however they wanted! Then he began to play along on the harmonica accompaniment. The playing seemed to awaken the other prisoner in the cell, though, and not just awkaken him, but force him out of his sleep rather suddenly, jolting to his feet with his eyes widened in surprised, gasping out in distress. His stomach had started to burble and bubble, the pink flesh of it undulating as if something were stirring underneath.
Rick	"Whoa, whoa, whoa, buddy!" Rick backed up, holding up his arms as if in defense, as the prisoner's stomach started to swell and bloat with whatever was moving underneath. "Hey, hey, hey! Not in here! Not in here!" But Rick's pleas did nothing, as the swelling reached its limit and the bottom half of the prison's torso blew out, exploding in a splatter of green mucus, leaving only a glistening, wet egg where he'd been standing as his newly lifeless body tumbled forward. "Awww!" Rick grimaced, futilely flicking some of the green splatter off himself before he frowned over at Morty and snatched away the harmonica. "Give me that."
Summer	It was at that point, conveniently, that the doors to the cell slid open, revealing Summer, her face drawn and serious and grave. "Leave us," she ordered coolly to massive, gun-weilding brutes that flanked her. They obeyed without hesitation, and Summer stepped inside the cell. And all pretense dropped off her face the moment the door was closed again, eyes wide, arms up, with sheer indignation and distress. "What the fuck took you so long?" she demanded incredulously. "You left me here!" Her demeanor shifted again once her eyes left Rick and Morty and found Barry; for a brief moment, she looked like she was about to be absolutely mortified, but at the last second, something more like relief took over and she melted a little. "Hey, Barry." Summer had, like, soooo many questions about what he was even doing there, or mostly just how, but for now, she was mostly just glad that he was.
Barry	Barry just gave her a small smile and nodded in the direction of her brother and grandfather. "They forgot you. I figured you had it all under control but these motherfuckers could use some supervision," he flat out said not really giving a shit what Rick's reaction was going to be. "Did you know that Morty plays a mean harmonica?"
Summer	"Really, Morty?" asked Summer, folding her arms in front of her as she quirked an unimpressed brow at her brother. "Harmonica? You're going to give me shit over a toothpick, and then sit here with a harmonica?"
Morty	"I-I didnt give you shit about your toothpick!" Morty insisted. "That was Rick! And...and...and we didn't mean to forget you! There was...there were...these things! We didn't even know you were with us!"
Summer	"Do you know how much shit I've had to deal with?"
Rick	"You're in a cape, Summer," Rick pointed out, gesturing to said cape. "How bad can it be? No bad story ends with a cape."
Summer	Summer's eyes narrowed at Rick. "You don't know anything," she drawled, "about my story." Which meant that Summer was going to tell them all about her story, starting with them in the car and her trying to listen to her podcast, and Morty complaining about wanting to listen to something else, just as the narrator was about to summon Gharkul, and then that was when they started giving her shit about her toothpick, the conversation turned to dying alone and jerking off, and that was when Rick decided to turn toward this planet. "And then," Summer continued, "that when you guys came across these gross, wet eggs and, like, totally fell in love with them or whatever and started screaming about how sometimes you just wanted to look at wet eggs, like, what the fuck, Morty? And then guess what? Those wet-ass eggs hatched into face-huggers, but, oh. Oh! Guess who didn't get face-hugged by wet-ass egg hatchlings because they kept impaling themselves on her toothpick? Go on, guess." Neither of them were clearly going to guess. "That's right," said Summer, "it was me. And that's when I found out that apparently, all these guys do is latch onto people's face, shit eggs, and then die, and I was all, 'okay, you guys don't have to listen to me, but I vote you don't do that?' And everyone was down for changing things around here, I build up a whole society and religion around the importance of living a fulfiling life for the honor and glory of Glorzo, or whatever. You," Summer pointed at Rick, "went all loser red pill YouTube over it trying to convince everyone that it wasn't the natural way, and then you," she pointed to Morty, "or, well, the thing on your face controlling you, anyway, lost its shit when I was all, 'Hey, you've been great, and all, but maybe, just maybe, it was time for a new chapter and you can get off my brother? Especially since I kind of have this, like, super important dinner I should be getting to?' So you...went running back to him, all 'oh, she doesn't care about us, she just wants her fucking host back and to go to that dinner thing she'd always saying she has to go to, you were right all along, and blah blah blah, you probably, like, fought and shit before some big dramatic declaration of love, and started sucking each other's faces before running away together and deciding to blow up half the planet!"
Morty	"...hey, wait a second," said Morty, brows furrowed in concerned at Summer. "How'd you know that last part? You weren't there for that!"
Summer	"I had to fill in some gaps," said Summer, with a nonchalant shrug. "Everyone around the office knew about Steve and Bruce. Anyway, I've got a plan, okay? You just have to follow my lead."
Barry	Barry was totally not laughing at Rick and Morty. Nope. Okay. He was laughing. "You two are going to have so fucking much to talk about in your next therapy session," Barry said when he was finally done laughing and wiping tears from his eyes. He was seriously thinking of bugging that session. When the giggles were finally done he gave Summer a wink. "Yep. I'll follow your lead and try to keep the numbnuts from fucking up."
Summer	Okay, but that wink was totally unfair, and was going to make it super hard for Summer to do what she needed to do, but Barry clearly had the hardest job if that's what he was going to do, so, you know. It was cool. So she winked back (like a total dork) and smirked before clearing her throat a little, taking in a deep breath, and trying to pull herself back into Empress mode, which was hard when she just sort of wanted to start grinning stupidly again if she looked at Barry, and then she'd want to just, you know, release him and leave Rick and Morty to get out of their own damn mess.
Rick	So it was probably a good thing Rick waited until Summer had left before Rick said, "God, Barry, don't encourage her. She's about three steps away from an AO3 account as it is. Don't know if I'm the one to break it to you, but your girlfriend is into some really weird shit..."
Barry	"First of all Rick, what the fuck is wrong with having an AO3 account? I have a fucking AO3 account. In fact my reinventing of Twilight saga in the era of the industrial revolution during the backdrop of Tesla vs. Edison has the highest kudos and just picked up a fucking book deal with movie rights," Barry snarked back.

[[ continued from here, part II of III! preplayed with the absolutely fantastic badassprodigy, who knew exactly what he was getting into, the poor sod. nfb, nfi, tcb, ooc welcome, yanked from Rick & Morty S04;E07, "Promortyus", blah blah blah, so on and so forth~~ ]]