Room 311, Thursday Afternoon

[tyler_gone]

Tyler hummed to himself as he squatted over his probably-illegal hot plate, the stockpot on which held a blob of yellowy fat that was almost to the point of melting. He had covered his bed with a scrap of plywood and turned it into a soap-making lab

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[x5_alec]

Alec came into the room, eyes narrowing slightly at the already chemical-laden air. Closing the door, he flashed Tyler a grin. "We good to go?"

[tyler_gone]

Tyler prodded at the melting goo with a dowel. "I think we are," he said happily. "You want gloves or anything?" He wasn't wearing any, but he did have goggles at hand.

[x5_alec]

"Nah, I'm good," he said, moving to look over Tyler's shoulder. "So what all do we need to do?"

[tyler_gone]

"First, this stuff has to melt," Tyler said, grimacing a little.

He walked Alec through the process, from adding in the lye to the chemical reaction to adding the scent and shaping the bars. "And the clear stuff that I'm scooping off now? Is glycerin. As in nitro."