entrancelogs | [OPEN] most mutations are basically just cancer, morty

Who: Rick Sanchez and ALL
Where: Rick's chop shop in some slummy corner of Genosha.
When: Throughout the event (8/5-8/9)
Rating: PG-13ish
Summary: Rick is a technopathic mutant LIVING ON THE EDGE and he doesn't care about the rebellion but he'll gladly sell weapons and robots to both sides. Need an assassin bot to kill that high profile mutant? Call Rick. Need a computer program to wipe out the rebellion's communication network? Call Rick. Wanna just cause some mayhem? CALL RICK. War profiteering is fun!
The Story:

Rick doesn't give two shits about things like basic human (or mutant) rights and never has. He could care less about the human rebellion, and he literally cares even less about the mutant higher ups, because fuck authority. The best side to be on in any given war is no side at all--and yeah, this might be just a "rebellion" or a "resistance" to the media, but he knows a war when he sees one. If you don't pick a side, you can profit from both sides, and then when circumstances come around to force you to choose, you can usually just run. There's a whole lot of world out there outside Genosha, and Rick's lucky enough that his mutation will let him pass for regular old human out there with the rest of the angry humies.

Besides, anything that happens among the Genoshans isn't going to matter in the long run. The rest of the world has Sentinels, after all. This whole Genosha experiment isn't going to last much longer either way, especially once the rest of the world hears that mutants are oppressing humans over here.

So might as well make bank while the banking is good, right?

Rick can be found through a network of fences and drug dealers and thieves and other scummy sorts. You just have to know who to ask. He sells vacuum cleaners in a shitty part of town as a front, but the real business is in the basement, because all real businesses are in basements. Just bring money, an air-gapped computer, and a few passwords, and you might be able to get a face to face Rick, assuming he lets you past his SEVEN PROXIES.

Also just know that if you cross him, he can kill you with your own fucking toaster and probably has. He also has an army of robots at his disposal.

Don't fuck with The Rick or you gon get wrecked.

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Honestly, it's always been pretty fascinating to watch him work, even though this is the part she enjoys most- when she presents him with a piece of technology and he just stares at it for a few seconds, like he's a kid trying to invent laser vision and seeing if he can melt his plastic car. She knows, logically, that's not what he's doing, but it doesn't make it any less amusing to watch. It's a power she always fancied she'd like- she already feels so at home around her rifles, digging through lines of code, wrist-deep in the tech that makes the city run- but, alas, it's not for her. So she has Rick, and money, and leaning against the wall while he gets to work.

"Didn't figure it would be. I just prefer to get you to fix this sort of stuff. You know your own tech best." She's done tune-ups and minor fixes on his stuff, before, but he always catches her if she has to bring it in for something major. So at this point she just avoids the hassle.

"So what's it saying? 'Ah, damnit, I've been caught being a pissbaby'? Or, let's see, 'Look man, I'm having a bad day, just make it quick'?"

He's been teased before, mostly when he was a kid, building weird little robots on the playground, or tearing apart a radio and putting it back together different. Of course technology was a lot more sparing when he was a kid, so messing around with it was esoteric and weird. And the fact that he would just sort of stare at machines in silence just made him a lot easier to make fun of.

Of course you teach a radio how to start screeching loud enough to burst someone's eardrums and they start looking at you real different.

"Yeah, someone else wouldn't be nearly as thorough. Then you'd basically be walking around with an electrical timebomb just fucking rigged to your spine. One truly spectacular e-electrocution waiting to happen."

He goes to work, cracking open the casing and digging around at the wiring, being very careful with the assorted microchips inside.

"Pfft, I mean, most of them don't literally talk like that but uh, yeah, that second one is p-pretty close. Seems like this short's been, been wearing at it for awhile. See this bit of damaged wire? Yeah, it c-clearly took some damage awhile ago and is just now starting to show it. Nothing I can't fix."

"Yeah, surprisingly enough, I like living in this world, and carrying a bomb isn't on my to-do list." But she does observe what he's doing, always watches, because as much as she'd always like to bring her stuff here when it gets bad, she has to know how to fix it in the field if something goes catastrophically wrong. And Rick might not always be there, after all. Always a chance this whole island goes more pear-shaped than it already is.

Prepared. That's her job. So everybody gets out when it inevitably goes wrong.

"Makes sense. I'm not entirely gentle with this thing. Can't afford to be." She winks, making it into a joke, because even if he is pissed about it she'd still do it. "But thanks. What do I owe ya?"

"Haha, fucking right? C-Carrying around a bomb is only useful in, uh, really specific situations."

He knows she's watching over his shoulder, but she's not an engineer or anything, not out to steal trade secrets. She's smart. She's probably picked up tips on how to quick-fix some of her gadgets just by watching him work, and that's fine by him. Even his best customers can't come in here all the time. With the rates he charges, he'd bleed them dry in a matter of days.

He finishes up the patchwork, replaces the stripped wire and starts putting the casing back on.

"Let's say a thousand. I-I mean, I'm morally bankrupt, but I'm not 100% an asshole. Like. Like 99.99%, though, and th-this was a pretty small job."

She lets out a small snort at his words. "Not 100%? Rick, please, don't sell yourself short." Shepard is pretty sure at this point their entire relationship is money and fucking with each other. Also, occasionally, small talk and drinking. Maybe in some other life. But they're here, now, so she produces the cash and counts it out before handing it to him.

"So how's it been, around here? Getting caught up in everything or still managing to avoid it by having dirt on literally everyone?"

He laughs. He kind of loves the banter.

He watches her count out the cash, folding his arms and leaning back against the wall.

"You know m-me too well. Only way I'm picking a side in this g-goddamn shitshow is if one side decides to fuck with me personally. They're stupid, but none of them are that s-stupid. Whole thing is just so goddamn small and i-insignificant and petty."

He says, about the literal violation of human rights, but who cares about little shit like that.

She can't help but laugh. That's Rick. Maybe it'd be funny to tell him about what happened before, as long as she doesn't name names. Doesn't want him coming after her again, after all.

"You know I got jumped yesterday by some guy who thought I was actually a mutant because of this? Classic." It's funny, now, because nobody got hurt and she got off with a few scratches and a bad attitude. Rick might find it funny though. She wishes Rick would take a bigger role in this, wishes she was close enough to get him to be. But she's not crossing her fingers. Maybe if she's lucky, in the future, she can sway him fully on her side.

"Pfffffft holy fucking shit. I mean, uh, guess that means the stealth shit is working if people don't just, just uh, automatically know what you fucking do for a living."

She's right, that's goddamn hilarious.

"All these people at each other's throats, it's just, i-it's ridiculous. Shooting themselves in the goddamn foot is wh-what's happening. I-It's like everyone's forgotten there's a whole, a whole rest of the world out there waiting to just, just literally, literally nuke the entire island, human, mutant, doesn't fucking matter. Jesus fuck."

He's laughing. This whole world is just so goddamn stupid.

"Well, you're not wrong." Because he isn't, but jesus that's not easy to think about. It's still worth it for her, though, because there's still people being literally killed because of it. Just because nothing matters cosmically doesn't mean something doesn't matter now.

"And yet, you stick around to collect all the cash." It's a little bit of poking fun, a little bit of an accusation. A tiny nudge in the right direction. "Either or. Thanks for the fix-up. I appreciate it."

Rick's entire modus operandi is not giving a shit about extremely serious shit. Or at least, not thinking too hard about it.

"M-Makes the world go round. No problem. Feel free to hit me up again, and again, ad n-nauseum, or at least until the money or the war runs out."

Shepard rolls her eyes a bit, but oh well. She has bigger fish to fry today. "If I'm lucky, it'll be the war." But despite it, she turns, waving a hand in the air as she leaves.

"See you later, Rick. Stay alive."

[OPEN] most mutations are basically just cancer, morty

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