Dana didn’t plan to approach this familiar looking man, but he was really the only one who could possibly help her. Upon receiving her Portal Ring from another Rick, Dana had fiddled with it in an attempt to get rid of the safety lock placed on it. But the only thing that happened was a glitch and a screwed up code in the ring. Dana was panicking, and she rocked back and forth a bit on her heels, looking off to the side. Might as well get this over with. The child slipped off her Portal Ring (which looked like a normal plastic toy) and handed it to the blue haired man. “Please fix this for me. I can’t get it to work anymore. I don’t wanna be stuck here...” Though she tried to look calm, there was fear in her voice. @hundredmillennials

“Do you want to challenge me? HUH HUH?!!”

Riley rang the bell to a certain household and started reading off a scripted paper, written by his Granddad, when someone opened the door. “Good e-evenin’ sir or madam...” He started as his eyebrows furrowed. Man he hated reading and was definitely not the ‘A’ student. “Your mail... ended... up at our h-house. Riley, you better.. just hand it over.. and head straight.. home, or your narrow be-hind will discover.. a new shade of.. whuppin.” Oh, he probably wasn’t suppose to read that last part, but nonetheless, he finally finished reading.

Crystal, bored out of her mind, decided to jump universes to find something exciting and fun. She eventually appeared not far from a very large club. She was definitely on another planet. The structure was amazing, like something out of a dream. Or a nightmare for some.

She let her ears and tail out of hiding and stood tall, walking up to the door. Using her pheromones and flirting she easily got into the club.

The club was packed with people dancing and having fun. There was alcohol and drugs everywhere. It didn't take long for her to have a drink in her hand, heading out to the dance floor.

Gar smiled sheepishly at the man’s question, scratching the back of his head awkwardly.

“Uh, yeah, actually I do. I’m known for my charming words, not really my suave footwork...” He admitted apologetically.

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TIME TO BE PETTY ASF. Under a read more for pettiness.

Huntress Wizard watched the old man from a safe, hidable distance as he continued to do… whatever it was he was doing. What the bjork was he doing, anyway? It looked like he was tinkering with some kind of device, but the half-dryad couldn’t make out what it was at all. Some kind of gun with a green glowing thing on it. From how the barrel was shaped, it didn’t look like the gun could shoot anything dangerous like bullets or lasers. From how he was grumbling, she could guess that something was wrong with it.