You are shaking now. You decide you should probably hydrate yourself a bit to keep your internal alchemy running smoothly. You look around for something to drink. Looking around, you find a bottle of Alanbee Amazing: Avocado Avarice and Angel Hair soda. It was hiding behind some bottled eye of newt extract and virgin blood substitute. Not quite your favorite flavor, but it will do in a pinch.
Suddenly, you remember the first rule of alchemy: try hard enough and you can make anything work. Screwing the cap off, you take a big gulp. As you down this sugary drink, you question why alchemists named so many plants like that. Instead of the naming something after themselves or a color, they named it stuff like Angel Hair. Godshand. Orcsteeth. There are countless anatomical plants, including so many that are just improper to talk about. You don’t find this habit very proper for a field as esteemed as alchemy.
You are now shaking a bit more. Not so much because ancient alchemists were gross, but because how much sugar is in the Alanbee soda. Checking the label, you note that this bottle contains 200% daily sugar. Wondering how you used to drink 5 of these a day, your body vibrates at a rate almost fast enough to phase through existence into another plane. You probably shouldn’t have done that. You are now starting to freak out even more.
You are full-on panicking now. Okay, that is quite an understatement. You are currently ready to explode from this marriage of sugar and anxiety. This marriage seems to be extremely passionate, despite having been together for years now.
You begin to remember what one of your friends told you to do in this case.
You begin taking deep, if rather shaky breaths. You feel your body start to calm, along with your heart slowing. You are still rather jittery and could really use a gosh darn hug right now, but you also don’t want to leave your room and potentially run into someone else that might be a butt to you.
Not just any butt, but like the butt of something really smelly. Like a trash-dragons butt. A trash-dragon that hasn’t eaten anything but smelly wet cardboard and Greasy King leftovers, so it’s….
You decided to quickly stop this outrageous train of thought.
Granted, there are only 326 people you could potentially run into, most of which are rather decent. However, you don’t want to risk running into the ones that aren’t. Despite the odds being at 72% that you would run into one of the people that “like” you.
As you look over your math of how many people here have a problem with you (94), you realize that your heart rate is only slightly faster than normal. This is most likely due to the sugar from that God-forsaken soda. You are now at a nominal (for you at least) 56 beats a second. It drops down to 54 after all the math you have just completed.
You really are lucky you didn’t run out into the hall before starting your math binge. Since you are certain whoever would find you, would make jokes about your love of the subject. You feel bad for math teachers, because math is truly the most disliked subjects and a hard one to make fun for students. You start feeling a bit anxious again because your heart goes out for those poor teachers.
You got to nip this problem in the metaphorical bud before you have a full-blown panic attack. Again.
You look around your room to ensure that no one is there, and afterwards begin singing one of your favorite <a href= “https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AcS3NOQnsQM”> songs.</a>
It’s a fine piece of classical music, and while dated due to its age, you remember you mother singing it to you……
As the thought of her crosses your mind, a bitter reminder hits you. You got science to do! There was also something else, but first, SCIENCE! Specifically, the science of alchemy because that’s what you do. You start, like any good alchemist, by taking stock of what you have available.
Whipping out your trusty notepad and pen, you begin performing the Alchemical Substance Census.
It is revealed that you currently have:
- 6 Liters worth of Catalyst fluid.
- 1 Gram of Ground Bone Meal (Synthetic)
- 2.66 kilograms of Mint leaves
- 1 Liter of Virgin Blood
In addition, you also have several alchemical potions already in the works, with their ingredients set aside for them. You frown a bit as you realize that your lab is incredibly poorly stocked, falling second rate to even some of the poorest drug labs in the city.
You begin wondering where all your spare reagents went. You look under your bed, behind your bookshelf, around your desk, and you can’t find it anywhere. You start racking your brain a bunch and quickly remember that you lent your pouch to your friend down the hall. Having at the time forgotten that you keep your stuff in there. You would chastise yourself for such a careless act, but it is completely like you to do something like that.
You take another deep breath, as you realize you can still make something with what you have. You pick up the carton of virgin’s blood to start the sciencing. However, before you begin, the label on the top catches your eye, revealing that this virgin blood is horrifically expired.
You perform one of Alchemies rookie mistakes, and take a sniff to see if it’s just a misprint on the carton. As the scent of rancid blood hits your nose you feel yourself incredibly compelled to get rid of it. Like right now.
Quickly opening your door, you run down the hall to the open porthole. You throw the carton out in frustration. It’s someone else’s problem now.
Hopefully, they won’t see the falling blood as a sign of the beginning of the end times and start a cult. With that now done, you realize you have left your cabin. You would panic if this part of the ship wasn’t completely deserted.
As you return to your room, you try to remember what you were doing. You are usually rather forgetful, but as of late it has gotten much worse.
As you re-enter your room, you decide to check your HUD to see if you remembered to leave a reminder. The moment the system boots up, you are bombarded by virtual sticky notes floating in your face.
These are all reminding you of all the stuff you had to do………before you forgot. Again. You sort through them, finding one that isn’t expired. Well, one of a dozen copies of it.
You remember now.
You promised your friends you would meet up with them today for the first time! You’re super excited for it, and you really need to get ready soon for landfall! You still need to shower and get gifts and get your bag and probably should eat and oh my gosh your meeting them today and you’re just so excited!
As you bounce around your room in a excited manner, you think on what you should get done first…
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Thank you for writing in everyone. Sorry about delays been a little busy.
@lowlyanon
