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Post by Manuel Alvarez on Jul 13, 2010 21:34:26 GMT -5
The lonely Saturday morning had been silent and peaceful just a few moments before. It had been the type of day that had been full of promise, that could have become anything. And like most such days, this promise was irrecoverably destroyed by a single unfortunate incident.
Or in this case, destroyed by a loud explosion and a pained cry of "Dios madre!" The mouse-like figure fleeing the scene with a scorched lab coat couldn't have helped any. Mannie had just found out to his horror that the water from the emergency shower hadn't done anything to stop the fire smoldering on the floor. Fortunately, he was unharmed. Unfortunately, he wasn't likely to stay that way if the wrong teacher found him.
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Post by Æsc Thorne on Jul 14, 2010 8:04:43 GMT -5
Aesc was in his classroom preparing for that night's Astronomy lesson when he heard the explosion from the nearby chemistry lab.
He burst out into the corridor, swearing profusely (in Anglo-Saxon, not that anyone in the school was likely to understand it), and saw a short student with black hair running down the corridor.
"You, there!" he called after the fleeing figure. "What in blazes do you think you're doing setting fire to my chemistry lab?" (The fact that it wasn't actually his chemistry lab didn't factor in).
He turned to stare accusingly down the corridor, waiting to see if the fugitive student would stop or keep running.
((Bad lack in setting off explosions close to where the Chemistry teacher is lurking!))
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Post by Manuel Alvarez on Jul 14, 2010 19:02:23 GMT -5
"I didn't mean to!" Mannie cried as he skidded to a halt. "I'm pretty sure I opened the wrong vial and it reacted with the atmospheric oxygen. The emergency shower didn't do anything to help." While he wasn't running, he was edging farther away from the afflicted laboratory. "Um, you don't have any pipes running under the floor, do you? I'm pretty sure I heard it sizzling."
One might notice that though alive and certainly capable of running at an impressive clip, the unfortunate student had not escaped unharmed. For instance, one of his hands was burned and full of glass shards. A little bit of pain started to creep into his voice as he continued trying to explain. "See, I got to thinking about thinking about architecture while I was in the Dining Hall. There are some problems with trying to make materials strong without making them brittle, so I was thinking I could make a compound that could be added to the materials in order to solve this. But when I was doing some simple tests with what was available, I must have grabbed the wrong vial..."
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Post by Destiny Valencia Everett on Jul 15, 2010 1:02:42 GMT -5
A small girl in jeans and pink Barbie T-shirt approached cautiously.
"What happened? I heard a crash!"
Behind her, an equally curious but much more cautious orange tabby peeped around a corner.
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Post by Manuel Alvarez on Jul 16, 2010 18:35:23 GMT -5
"There's a chemical fire. You might want to run away very quickly," Mannie explained after stopping his rambling in mid-sentence. "I'm not entirely sure what was in the vial that caused it, so I'm not entirely sure how to stop it except for by letting it run out of fuel."
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Post by Destiny Valencia Everett on Jul 18, 2010 22:25:19 GMT -5
Destiny stared at the boy in disbelief--but only for a split second. Having been in a good many sticky situations during her life (or, at least, during what she remembered of her life), Destiny knew it was probably better not to waste time standing there with your mouth open, looking stupid.
She grabbed the surprised Tigger around the middle and started running for the exit, with the cat protesting and struggling and flickering vaguely from orange-striped to calico and back again.
On her way out, Destiny pulled the handle of the first fire alarm she saw.
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