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[crazyscience]

I smell even more idiocy around here than usual.

Or perhaps that's just the corroding agent floating in the air. Whatever idiot ingrate filthy pieces of sewer trash genius incinerated my laboratory must be missing an inch of the lining off their lungs by now

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[madeinmirrors]

[Cowers and mumbles innocence mid-scraping glittery stickers off his sleeping chamber.

....and what really scares him is that he DOES have a pretty good clue about who visits at night.]

[crazyscience]

Put this on.

[Cue handing over of creepy slightly Cthulhoid gas-mask. And. Pause.]

...What is that.

[madeinmirrors]

[Puts Cthulhoid mask on obediently, adjusting the straps a bit tighter.

Then...gestures at the glittery mess of stickers and gives a flushing, hopeless sort of shrug, going back to picking at them with a scalpel and wishing he had an ice scraper to do a quicker job of it]

[crazyscience]

[His lips turn down, but he doesn't immediately address the vandalism yet.]

Alcohol works better. Loosens the adhesive.

[He crosses one arm over the other and props his chin on his hand, leaning in in that creepy way he's gotten so good at.]

You wouldn't have an inkling of who did this this, would you?

[girlyzombieboy]

Will this gas kill V A M P I R E S?

[crazyscience]

If it doesn't, it should at least degrade your lungs until speaking is impossible.

[girlyzombieboy]

R E A L L Y? WONDERFUL

[crazyscience]

No doubt.

[stainwithhearts]

[ Aaaand safe in her little area of the mirror!verse, Queenie, for the most part, has gotten wind of the shenanigans happening on her side of the mansion and from the safety of her room, decides that a nice little chat with the scientist is in order. ]

You had better have an explanation, Vexen.

[crazyscience]

Your Majesty.

[He sketches something that's a little less than a bow but a little more than a nod-- he likes to think the Queen likes him enough not to call him on it, but until she proves otherwise, he thinks he'll take his chances. He's currently wearing one of his own gasmasks, though-- incongruously-- his glasses and hat are perched on top of it. Very surreal.]

Nothing out of the ordinary, your Majesty. Just walking dead men hooligans upsetting my... equipment.

[stainwithhearts]

[ She's in no mood to bother with formalities. One can tell by the narrowing of her crimson eyes and how she's holding herself. ]

Well you had better find a way to un-upset your equipment, Scientist. I assume you're getting to the bottom of this problem.

[crazyscience]

[The scientist gives her a brittle smile. How he manages it through the mask, who knows.]

I have my suspicions.

[whatexcusemeno]

Oh nooo, not the laaaab.

[crazyscience]

Ah, the expelled student speaks.

Tell me, how is picking lint from your navel working out for you.

[whatexcusemeno]

Swimmingly. What about you? Have any lab accidents given you extra body parts yet? No leaks of smallpox? Runaway artificial black holes consuming planets?

[crazyscience]

No, that was how Xigbar lost his eye.

No doubt that stiff upper lip of yours is more than enough to filter out the corrosive agent, so a gas mask would be redundant.

[think_paranoid]

What's wrong now, ya cranky bastard? You're ruining my beauty sleep with all your bitching.

[crazyscience]

My dear, it would take about a millenia of slumber before you acquire even half the slumber it would take to improve your appearance. Although your charisma improves when you aren't actually conscious.

But to answer your question: nothing of particular significance. Merely my laboratory being destroyed.