[OPEN] most mutations are basically just cancer, morty

[wriggedywrecked]

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.

Comments

[reverseengineer]

Only when you ask if it's weird. [They're business partners. Her age is immaterial and she doesn't believe he really cares if it's weird or not anyway.]

Good, cause I was gonna do it anyway. I was thinking I could probably add some sort of cloaking functionality. The trick will be making it work for more than just my feet.

[wriggedywrecked]

[He literally doesn't care, although it would really suck if he ever did get caught by the police for real and they accused him of Weird Shit With Minors Involved on top of everything else. They landed Capone on tax evasion, after all.]

Haha, fuck, that'd be hilarious though, like, h-half of you just vanishes and all your dumb coworkers are like whooooaaaa holy shit where'd her legs go whoaaa.

[The elevator arrives and he climbs on board, hitting a weird combination of buttons. The elevator descends, pauses, and then launches away horizontally. Yeah, we got some Willy Wonka type shit up in here is what. Eventually the elevator stops again and the doors slide open, revealing a testing room. The concrete floor is already blackened in places, and the whole room itself is about the size of two residential garages. Not particularly big, but Pidge will be able to test her rad and super fashionable boots as much as she wants.]

Knock yourself out, kid. Only don't literally k-knock yourself out, that ceiling is lead-lined concrete and I've already had to scrape one motherfucker off the ceiling this year so don't fucking die.

[reverseengineer]

Don't worry, If I'm gonna die it'll be doing something a lot cooler than test driving some boots.

[She's a freaking spy. If she's going, she's gonna go out big. She sits down and carefully takes off the boots she's currently wearing.]

Is it weird that having jet boots is becoming normal? Still cool, I mean, but not as mind blowing as it was at first.

[wriggedywrecked]

[He didn't actually think she would, but better safe than sorry, or something like that.]

I-I mean, we're literally carrying computers in our pockets that a-a-are more powerful than the computers that put men on the moon and w-we think it's fucking normal. That's technological advancement for you. Makes you see goddamn miracles as fucking everyday. Bet that's, uh, bet that's what the c-cavemen were thinking after fire became common.

[reverseengineer]

Guess you've got a point. [She straps the boots on and stands, then slowly pushes off the ground. She's a little wobbly. She always is when she first tries a new pair on. That's another reason to test them out. So she can fly out of here like she's been doing it her entire life.]

But if I ever stop thinking this is cool, I better be dead.

[wriggedywrecked]

[Seeing someone actually have fun with his tech is kind of a new experience, and honestly kind of...refreshing. And enjoyable. He can't help laughing a bit. Most people come to him and just want weapons or destructive shit and, sure, she'd absolutely kill him if it came to it and she were capable, but still. She's young, she's having fun. It's kinda nice.]

Damn fucking right, kid.