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Rowan almost wanted to ask what the hell was in the thermos but opted not to - something told her she didn’t want to know, not to mention she had enough crap to wrap her head around already. So she told herself it was a green smoothie and left it at that.
A sigh parted her lips as he reassured her that it wasn’t a prank. There went her last hope that Aleister wasn’t serious. She was quiet as he explained, a rarity for the typical bubby scientist. When he handed her the hot plate, she took it with one wary eyebrow raised but did as he instructed. Skepticism still reigned, but she was still a scientist. Hard proof, the replicability of an experiment, data - she believed in them all. And if he could provide even one of those then she might be able to view him and his brand of pseudo-science with an open mind. The plate plugged in, she turned to see what would happen, though - “You realize I’m going to want to investigate each of these materials in turn to ensure that it is precisely what it seems to be, yes?”
As soon as the electricity hit his shirt the silvery powder started to float up off the fabric, glowing various shades of blues, purples and reds. The brighter the formerly silver dust glowed the higher it floated off the shirt. "Of course you will," he grumbled, waving off her concern. "Just like I'm sure that it has nothing to do with the fact that you are having trouble accepting the fact that there is a whole area of science you don't want to admit is real." Watching the dust for a moment, Aleister decided this would be a good time to demonstrate exactly what the spray he had used on Rowan earlier did. Picking up the bottle, he aimed it at a brightly glowing red section and gave it a couple spritzes, the glow immediately mellowing and drifting closer to the fabric. "Now do you believe I didn't drug you? This simply calms the extraneous energies you pick up throughout the day."


















