#lab mishaps

[haley-harrison]

So,

I don't know who's more brilliant: my genius mentor who instructed me to put a jar of Eppendorf tubes to be baked in the sterlisation oven,

or me, who didn't think it at all problematic to let plastic get nice and toasty at a pleasant temperature of about 200°C.

Long story short, we ended up with a lump of molten plastic, a lab that reeks to high heaven, and Laurance (the French lab tech with the frenchiest French accent that ever frenched) is looking at us with so much contempt that I can feel my DNA getting demethylated.

(I'd be more embarrassed if it weren't for the fact that it was the woman who has a PhD that dropped the proverbial ball - I can only be blamed for uncritically obeying authority figures. 😅🙈)

[yespumpkindoodlesthings]

heroism involves kindness, dips$!t

prompt from @stars---thunderbird

He had been given wrong information about Foster’s lab, Rumlow realized, as he came to and shook his head. Foster wasn’t on vacation at all. His vision swam, then resolved into the face of Foster’s assistant, looking at him quizzically. She’d duct-taped him to a chair. “How’d that happen?” she asked. “The taser didn’t do anything, but you went down like a Jenga game when I just pushed you,” she said. He’d been trying to yank the taser out of her hands, so she’d stop trying to zap him.

“Uhhhh,” Rumlow groaned. “I’ve got cracked ribs. I can’t feel ‘em too well, but I’ve started having psychosomatic pain responses, since Triskelion. Can’t feel pain, my body compensates in other ways,” he explained.  

“Cracked ribs, huh?” she said. “So, you actually did faint like a nineteenth-century heroine on me?” she asked.

“Three of ‘em, yeah,” he said.

“Also, probably a concussion,” she said, tilting her head. “You connected with a lab table on the way down.”

“Shit,” he said. “You and Foster weren’t supposed to be here on a Saturday. This was supposed to be a no-injury, simple, solo break-in, Lewis. Take Foster’s newest creation, sell it to a slimy billionaire with a space boner.”

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[nerdgirlnarrates]

Halfway through drawing these equipotential lines we noticed what it looked like. When the TA realized what we were laughing about, he said "I think it's best for my job if I leave," and backed away.