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somethingwithturquoise) wrote2017-12-26 09:56 am
somethingwithturquoise) wrote2017-12-26 09:56 am
Earth Dimension [Replacement]; Tuesday, December 26th.
The morning after Christmas was a quiet one in the Smith household, really not a whole lot different than any other morning. Summer and Morty shared the couch, texting away on their phones, while Beth sat with her newspaper and the TV droned on in the background. The same old boring news as usual, except for one thing that seemed to leap off the screen straight into Beth's ears.
"In local news," the newscaster reported, "child murderer Joseph Eli Lipnip is scheduled to die tomorrow by lethal injection, his execution already drawing dozens more spectators than the death of TV news," before jumping to another reported on the scene, who added, "The man that once ate his own son--"
"Wow." Beth blinked, leaning forward, shaking her head at the TV. "He’s really getting executed after all this time...You know the son that he ate was..."
"Was your best friend Tommy," Summer cut in sharply without even looking up from her phone. "We know. Stop true-crime bragging."
"I was traumatized, Summer," Beth insisted. "Okay? Your generation wouldn’t get that."
"Bitch," Summer quirked an eyebrow, still scrolling away, "my generation gets traumatized for breakfast."
"It took years of therapy to even process the reality," Beth continued. "I mean, when I was a kid, I just told myself that Tommy had gotten lost in the magical realm of Froopyland."
"Froopyland?" Really, Summer was going to regret asking.
"My make-believe world," Beth explained. "I know the name’s stupid, but it was so real to me."
It was then that Rick poked his head around the corner from the hallway. "Aren’t you guys supposed to be at your father’s for Christmas with him?" he asked as he drifted in, hands on his hips, eyes narrowed.
"We’re not in a hurry," Morty shrugged. "Dad sleeps until sundown. Can we talk a little bit more about this Froopy--"
Before he even finished, though, Rick pulled out a gun and shot Morty with it, encasing him in a large bubble.
"Not the bubble gun!" Summer gasped, trying to get up from the couch in time, but she would be too late. "There’s no air--!"
Zap! Bloop! Summer, too, was encased in a giant bubble, floating out the open patio door along with Morty, which Rick closed behind him.
"I gotta say," said Beth, "I am warming up to the bubble gun."
******
A short time later, two bubbled containing the Smith sibling crashed into the door of Apartment 826, popping and dumping them on he porch, each of them gasping for the sweet rush of air into their lungs.
"Ugh!" Summer shouted as she got to her feet. "I hate this stupid split holiday thing! Whose idea was this?"
"I think it’s supposed to help prevent abandonment issues," Morty offered.
"I want to be abandoned!" Summer insisted.
"Yeah," Morty avoided her eyes, "I’m talking about Dad."
Which was perfect timing for Jerry, dressed in a kimono-like purple robe, to open the door to his waiting children, and gesture them inside. "Bienvenue a la Chez Divorced Dad," he said.
La Chez Divorced Dad was miles different from the apartment Summer had seen during Thanksgiving, and as she drifted into the spruced up little studio, she had to offer her compliments. "Wow, Dad," she said, "your place looks way less like a crackhouse."
"It’s actually clean," chimed in Morty, "like a cocaine house. Dad, what’s going on?"
"I’m simply centered," Jerry responded, calm and cool and relaxed, pleased by the approval, "activated--"
Summer gasped as the glass she'd picked up slipped out of her hand, heading for the floor, if not for the aura that suddenly surrounded it and lifted it back up to respond to Jerry's gestures as the air between them warbled.
"And telekinetic?" Morty asked, astonished.
"Pretty cool, huh?" Jerry asked, and he began to lift fruit from a bowl into the blender nearby. "Who wants a smoothie?"
Which might have been more impressive if he'd remembered to put the lid on. The blender started to rattle, making a mess, as Jerry paniced. "Uh, oh, God. Summer -- Summer, can you--" As he reached out to his daughter, forgettting his powers, he sent her flying toward the wall. "Sorry!"
But the crazed blender suddenly stopped, surrounded by a more powerful aura, as a woman's smooth voice drifted from the bathroom. "You have much to learn, my Uloo."
"Morty, Summer," Jerry said proudly as the very tall blue woman with a warrior outfit that made a great display of her three breasts stepped forward to join him, and he wrapped an arm around her waist, "this is Keara. She’s a Krootabulan warrior priestess from Krootabulon."
"I-I know where Krootabulans are from, Dad," said Morty, who then turned to Keara and placed a hand over his chest as he bowed slightly. "Uh, Chaimuntolo."
"Chaimuntolo, younglings," Keara nodded and greeted back.
"...Hymen...cholo," Summer offered uncertainly.
"Your father’s mind holds love for you," Keara continued, "I am humbled to meet in physicality."
"Dad?" Summer asked. "Are you--"
"In love with a badass, sexy alien lady?" Jerry broke in with an unstoppable grin, arm around Keara's shoulder now. "Ha, ha, I don’t know, Summer. You tell me."
"I wasn’t going to ask if you were in love since you barely know her," Summer said, feeling like she should know a thing or two about jumping into relationships too quickly, what with her post-Apocalypstic marriage and whatnot.
"Summer," Jerry said, chuckling, "Kiara and I met on that interstellar dating service Rick was always suggesting when your mom and I were together. And things just kind of..." He leaned up, smiling as he nuzzled his nose against Keara's and making Summer pretty much want to vomit, "clicked."
Keara leaned into the nuzzle slightly before pulling away, alarmed with eyes wide. "We must move!" she declared. "Our reservation is at seven."
With that, she turned to run toward the door, but instead of going through it, she merely disappeared in a few streaks of blue light.
"I hate to see her leave," Jerry smirked, "but I love to watch her phase shift away. I’m sure you noticed what she has three of, but guess what she has two of?"
Summer and Morty were not even going to grace that with any response other than a glare.
[[ nothing like the holidays to do a little canon delving! Transcribed from S03E09 of Rick and Morty, "The ABC's of Beth" with more to come in a little bit...totally open for calls or texts]]
"In local news," the newscaster reported, "child murderer Joseph Eli Lipnip is scheduled to die tomorrow by lethal injection, his execution already drawing dozens more spectators than the death of TV news," before jumping to another reported on the scene, who added, "The man that once ate his own son--"
"Wow." Beth blinked, leaning forward, shaking her head at the TV. "He’s really getting executed after all this time...You know the son that he ate was..."
"Was your best friend Tommy," Summer cut in sharply without even looking up from her phone. "We know. Stop true-crime bragging."
"I was traumatized, Summer," Beth insisted. "Okay? Your generation wouldn’t get that."
"Bitch," Summer quirked an eyebrow, still scrolling away, "my generation gets traumatized for breakfast."
"It took years of therapy to even process the reality," Beth continued. "I mean, when I was a kid, I just told myself that Tommy had gotten lost in the magical realm of Froopyland."
"Froopyland?" Really, Summer was going to regret asking.
"My make-believe world," Beth explained. "I know the name’s stupid, but it was so real to me."
It was then that Rick poked his head around the corner from the hallway. "Aren’t you guys supposed to be at your father’s for Christmas with him?" he asked as he drifted in, hands on his hips, eyes narrowed.
"We’re not in a hurry," Morty shrugged. "Dad sleeps until sundown. Can we talk a little bit more about this Froopy--"
Before he even finished, though, Rick pulled out a gun and shot Morty with it, encasing him in a large bubble.
"Not the bubble gun!" Summer gasped, trying to get up from the couch in time, but she would be too late. "There’s no air--!"
Zap! Bloop! Summer, too, was encased in a giant bubble, floating out the open patio door along with Morty, which Rick closed behind him.
"I gotta say," said Beth, "I am warming up to the bubble gun."
******
A short time later, two bubbled containing the Smith sibling crashed into the door of Apartment 826, popping and dumping them on he porch, each of them gasping for the sweet rush of air into their lungs.
"Ugh!" Summer shouted as she got to her feet. "I hate this stupid split holiday thing! Whose idea was this?"
"I think it’s supposed to help prevent abandonment issues," Morty offered.
"I want to be abandoned!" Summer insisted.
"Yeah," Morty avoided her eyes, "I’m talking about Dad."
Which was perfect timing for Jerry, dressed in a kimono-like purple robe, to open the door to his waiting children, and gesture them inside. "Bienvenue a la Chez Divorced Dad," he said.
La Chez Divorced Dad was miles different from the apartment Summer had seen during Thanksgiving, and as she drifted into the spruced up little studio, she had to offer her compliments. "Wow, Dad," she said, "your place looks way less like a crackhouse."
"It’s actually clean," chimed in Morty, "like a cocaine house. Dad, what’s going on?"
"I’m simply centered," Jerry responded, calm and cool and relaxed, pleased by the approval, "activated--"
Summer gasped as the glass she'd picked up slipped out of her hand, heading for the floor, if not for the aura that suddenly surrounded it and lifted it back up to respond to Jerry's gestures as the air between them warbled.
"And telekinetic?" Morty asked, astonished.
"Pretty cool, huh?" Jerry asked, and he began to lift fruit from a bowl into the blender nearby. "Who wants a smoothie?"
Which might have been more impressive if he'd remembered to put the lid on. The blender started to rattle, making a mess, as Jerry paniced. "Uh, oh, God. Summer -- Summer, can you--" As he reached out to his daughter, forgettting his powers, he sent her flying toward the wall. "Sorry!"
But the crazed blender suddenly stopped, surrounded by a more powerful aura, as a woman's smooth voice drifted from the bathroom. "You have much to learn, my Uloo."
"Morty, Summer," Jerry said proudly as the very tall blue woman with a warrior outfit that made a great display of her three breasts stepped forward to join him, and he wrapped an arm around her waist, "this is Keara. She’s a Krootabulan warrior priestess from Krootabulon."
"I-I know where Krootabulans are from, Dad," said Morty, who then turned to Keara and placed a hand over his chest as he bowed slightly. "Uh, Chaimuntolo."
"Chaimuntolo, younglings," Keara nodded and greeted back.
"...Hymen...cholo," Summer offered uncertainly.
"Your father’s mind holds love for you," Keara continued, "I am humbled to meet in physicality."
"Dad?" Summer asked. "Are you--"
"In love with a badass, sexy alien lady?" Jerry broke in with an unstoppable grin, arm around Keara's shoulder now. "Ha, ha, I don’t know, Summer. You tell me."
"I wasn’t going to ask if you were in love since you barely know her," Summer said, feeling like she should know a thing or two about jumping into relationships too quickly, what with her post-Apocalypstic marriage and whatnot.
"Summer," Jerry said, chuckling, "Kiara and I met on that interstellar dating service Rick was always suggesting when your mom and I were together. And things just kind of..." He leaned up, smiling as he nuzzled his nose against Keara's and making Summer pretty much want to vomit, "clicked."
Keara leaned into the nuzzle slightly before pulling away, alarmed with eyes wide. "We must move!" she declared. "Our reservation is at seven."
With that, she turned to run toward the door, but instead of going through it, she merely disappeared in a few streaks of blue light.
"I hate to see her leave," Jerry smirked, "but I love to watch her phase shift away. I’m sure you noticed what she has three of, but guess what she has two of?"
Summer and Morty were not even going to grace that with any response other than a glare.
[[ nothing like the holidays to do a little canon delving! Transcribed from S03E09 of Rick and Morty, "The ABC's of Beth" with more to come in a little bit...totally open for calls or texts]]