#rickitywrecked

Ford pouts a little bit as he sits at his desk and updates his newest journal quietly. Hmph.

He’d much rather have some fun doing something else... But, with all life’s offerings... You gotta get your dopamine fix after you do a few boring things first. Even for a nephil like himself... It do be that way.

His other three journals surround the new one he’s updating with his pen. Something truly strange is going on here... And he pauses after a moment to view back at the entries he’s touched up on. Yes, he’s added the information about the strange other dimension hopper, the one that Stanley is so... Infatuated with. Sadly however, he didn’t get a chance to figure out that hopper’s portal device, as he was being quite a needy bitch about it. He even sketched out a diagram of the device, how oddly mobile it was for something that can practically allow you to jump across universes like the superstructure below the manor allows. He even wrote little notes near and around the diagram, pointing out how compact the device is and how there’s even a transparent fuel reserve on the back part filled with a strange, alien-like glowing green liquid that appears to power the portals the device makes. In attempting to label the way the entire device is triangular much like the superstructure, Ford realizes it resembles more of that of an old kaleidoscope he used to have as a kid. The tube-like design was like that of a triangle. Put your eye up to the glass lens and hold it up to light... You’ll see many fractals from the crystals inside the glass tube at the other end. Spin the glass tube around a little and you’ll see the intricate designs move and change. Hmmmm... Could that device work similarly?

It’s been weeks—

No...

A month and a half?

Over two months?

Since Mason has been over to see Morty.

The portal view of the general manor in question shows he hasn’t been in his room for so long now that dust has been building on the dresser and his bed is neatly made. Even... even his floor is clean. And... that seems off for the Gleeful’s unorganized habits.

@rickitywrecked

Ford’s found a way into the hacked code on his shield and programs some coordinates into it’s traced location. Once he’s got that, he grabs the handmade little ‘souvenir’ he’s prepared for this trip and pulls the lever on the console to start the uranium-based fuel engine before he turns to walk over to the lever in front of the portal entrance and he smirks, pulling that one with ease. He then presses a button that deploys the astronaut helmet around his head, an advanced little rebreather meant for space exploration.

The lab shakes aggressively as the portal warms itself up, and the brilliant white light that embraces the elder brainiac fills him with a sense of confidence as he checks he’s got all his supplies needed for this expedition. Nuke: Check. Exo-Spatial Rebreather for Void: Check. Goggles: Check. He waves bye at his hubby and gives a thumbs up to ensure his return as he enters the danger zone in front of his little doorway between dimensions--

Next thing he knows, he’s met with an ear-piercing breach alarm atop the Citadel as he prepares his weapons and upon landing on his feet atop the metal flooring; he ducks and rolls for cover behind a table that he swiftly kicks over to block from lasers as he fires at a few guard Ricks who just happen to be behind his blockade he’s just caused; scowling angrily as he hops around their shots fired at him, getting close enough to one of them to grab their head and snap their neck swiftly before he’s knocked to the ground of this large space vessel by...

Somehow, Stanley’s been caught doing something stupid.

His side of the story is that he woke up just normal this morning and went about with doing the usual.

However, he didn’t recognize the clothes in the wardrobe he’s opened. He blinks and rubs his eyes before he turns to face the rest of the room, now he’s aware he’s awoken in some... Other closet of a bedroom.