#lab shenanigans

[theimportanceofcurves]

Margins of Error

Jayvik - 4.3k - Oneshot - Fluff/Humor

Jayce and Viktor give each other haircuts in the lab. It goes about how you’d expect.

“It’s not that bad,” Jayce said immediately. “It is worse than that bad,” Viktor said, absolutely delighted. “You have given me a - what is this? What do you call it here, eh, a mullet?” “It’s not a mullet. It’s a…a textural taper.”

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[vaor]

ever been curious just how effective washing ur hands really is?

wonder no more! some of our agar plates were about to expire and i sure as hell wasn’t gonna miss out on that opportunity. so here’s what that did to humble me.

i cleaned my fingers individually using different methods, took some fingerprints and put them into a 37°C incubator (which speeds up bacterial growth by providing an ideal environment to feed on those snacky nutrients). behold of the beauty that awaited me:

the first one's after riding the subway to work. here’s the uncensored image. it’s gross. you’ve been warned.

washing my hands with glycerin soap for about 20 seconds.

rubbing half a drop of ethanol-based antiseptic on the tip of my finger.

the subway growth is literally just filth. even my supervisor was unable to identify anything and we agreed that it should stay that way tbh

the soap one has a healthy amount of beneficial microorganisms (staphylococci, micrococci & propionibacteria) and some gray-ish germs in the bottom left. they’re pretty weak though, so i’m satisfied with the result.

you can still barely see the antiseptic fingerprint but the agar is entirely void of any signs of microbial life that could’ve resided on my epidermis. the poor babies. antiseptics are scarily efficient (which is precisely why you shouldn’t overuse them).

i guess my sloppy experminent worked well enough to satisfy my curiosity. who would've guessed? i came up with a very original, groundbreaking, never-been-heard-before conclusion:

just do yourself a favour and wash your hands.

[blackchessknight]

Ever Blue And Red

By @blackchessknight for @michellejones-stacy

This was really fun to write, I hope you like it. The premise is not what I expected to write from your prompts but that’s how creativity works I guess.

This is for the @friendly-neighborhood-exchange

Rating: General Audiences

Relationships: Peter Parker & Tony Stark

Characters: Peter Parker, Tony Stark,

Summary: To be fair to Peter, he had never planned to become an Enhanced individual that protected people by being bitten by a radioactive spider and becoming Spider-Man. Really, it made perfect sense that even if he hadn’t planned it, he would turn into a siren at the splash of water by eating a weird-looking fruit he found on patrol.

If anything, it was Mr. Stark and Aunt May’s fault because they made him eat something healthy every two hours. If the rule wasn’t there, he wouldn't have touched the fruit. Ok, that was a lie, he might have tried it just because it looked weird, but maybe somebody would have stopped him from consuming it if he didn’t have the eating rule.

On the bright side, keeping this a secret from them wouldn’t be as hard as keeping Spider-Man a secret, he has experience this time.

Spoiler Alert: He doesn’t even last a week.

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First chapter under the cut

Tail As Blue As The Sky Enveloped In Light

Peter wants it known for posterity's sake that it wasn’t his fault.

The case could be made that it was, indeed, his fault, but no judge had made the ruling and he was sticking to that fact. Not that it does anything to persuade the jury from condemning him to being grounded for two weeks after.

It all started that fateful day on patrol, spring break only a few days away. Sure, Peter had a lot of assignments to turn in, but not anything that couldn’t be done just before it was absolutely necessary. The most annoying were the essays for English and History, but hey, even STEM schools needed their students to course them. Anyways, since Peter would be spending the break over at the Compound with Mr. Stark while Aunt May took the week with her coworkers at the Caribbean-very likely being joined by Ms. Potts at some point- the last weekend hadn’t been a Compound weekend. It’d worked great for Peter, he got to hang out with Ned before the break where the other boy would go see family, and also to spend time with May.

It's a bright April afternoon as he swings from the buildings with not much happening when Peter comes across a small playground area with a few trees and some grass parts. The little park wasn’t rundown or badly taken care of and the trees were already a bright green. A few children call him over and he swings down to greet them. He even takes a few pictures with them.

On his way out of the park he sees it. Lying on the grass under a tree is a weird-looking acorn, it's purple with an orange stripe. Peter walks over and kneels down to pick it up. The texture feels closer to a peach and just as squishy. His senses weren’t going off in danger but it wasn’t like any fruit he’d ever seen in his life.

“Karen?” Peter asks.

Karen takes a few seconds before responding. “I haven’t found a match for it, but it appears to fall under the category of fruit.”

Hhmm. Well, that just made it more intriguing. There wasn’t much that Karen couldn’t identify. If the unknown fruit lasted long enough he could even ask FRIDAY or Mr. Stark about it, maybe run a few tests on it, perhaps he just discovered a new type of fruit. That sets it, Peter’s taking it with him.

Peter sets off to where he left his backpack webbed to an alley wall. He reaches the alley and his backpack is just where he left it, which is great-it wouldn’t be good to ask for another so close to the break, it was already his second one this year. Peter changes to normal clothes and proceeds to set the weird acorn inside the backpack, he doesn’t think anything in his back will squish it. With his backpack set, he begins making his way home in no hurry.

On the way, Peter plans all the assignments he needs to do for the week. It’s still early, he can go home to eat, do some homework and go out again to patrol another hour or two before curfew. There’s that calc and chemistry homework due for tomorrow that he’ll work on today. He’ll eat whatever May left for him, hopefully, she left money for Thai. May isn’t coming home until late, they were spending extra hours at the office before the break, half leaving things prepared for their vacation and half coordinating it. His mind travels to the movie Ned and him saw that weekend and the new Lego set they built. Then it takes him to his break at the Compound where he’ll get to train with Rhodey and work on his web-shooters, he’s also gonna work with Tony on the arc reactor and their prosthesis project. By the time Peter became aware he was already in the front of his apartment building.

Inside their apartment Peter finds out May hadn’t left money for Thai, instead there was a nice healthy meal waiting for Peter to warm up and eat. He supposes he should have known better. Peter shuts the fridge door and turns to his room. When May wasn’t able to ensure Peter ate, and ate something healthy at that, they got him these nice meals prepared from a nice restaurant that Pepper had found near their apartment. They all had him about being in a routine for eating healthy, he hadn’t eaten anything they thought wasn’t good for him in weeks. He was able to have a treat once or twice on the weekends if he had followed through during the week. Peter thought it wasn’t necessary anymore, he was perfectly fine now. He’d learned since his eating disorder started, but just try and get that through to them. Apparently, they had to trust the diagnosis more, which to be fair was really accurate, but still, he thought he was already past that.

Peter sits in front of his desk and takes out his chemistry book and worksheet. Maybe he’ll get hungry after working his mind a little, he begins to work.

The alarm on his watch startles him, a big contrast to the quiet room that makes it sound louder than it is. The alarm is a constant beeping that doesn’t cease until Peter presses the shut button twice, once to know there’s an alarm and a second to acknowledge what it's for.

Mr. Stark set the alarm for him to eat something healthy every two hours. They’d also been on his back about eating often and he usually ate a fruit or a bar. Peter looks around his desk, then his room, and notices there’s nothing of his usual stash. He doesn’t want to get up to get something, usually, there are always things nearby but he probably ate them all.

Peter remembers the weird fruit in his backpack from earlier, sure he wanted to research it but his priorities changed. He still has the analysis from Karen to ask FRIDAY with. Peter opens his backpack and fishes the fruit out, it looks exactly as it had when he found it. He doesn’t know what it is, but Karen said he could call it a fruit and he was allowed to eat fruit, since he also had to eat something he saw no flaw in his logic of eating it. Besides, if Karen said that he didn’t eat anything because he was too lazy to get up he would have Happy babysitting him again. No one wanted that. To Peter, the ends justify the risks.

Peter smells the unknown fruit and it gives no distinctive smell. Before taking a bite, he searches within himself for any signs of danger but when he finds nothing he bites it. It tastes good, feels softer than an apple but not quite like a peach as he’d thought. Oh well, it's still good, really good actually. He goes back to doing homework.

Minutes after his little snack break Peter begins to feel weird, not in a Spidey Sense tingling weird, nor it feels like something is happening to his arm weird, more like the insides of his body feel funny. Peter hasn’t ever felt like this before.

At first, Peter thinks it will go away and continues with his homework, but after he finishes his chemistry workout sheet the feeling has only increased. He doesn’t feel anything wrong though, just... different. He starts feeling a little sleepy, not in the sense that his body is tired, it feels like his own body is telling him to close his eyes and rest a little. So that is exactly what Peter does, he puts away his work, goes to his bed, and rests his eyes. It will only be for a bit, he still has time to go patrol a bit after resting a few minutes.

Those few minutes turn out longer than he thought. A lot longer. By the time Peter is opening his eyes feeling rested and just… different, the sun has already set and the night has fallen. The only source of light in the room is the lights coming from the streets through the closed window of his room.

Darn it! He probably had missed his dinner time! Peter looks wildly until he finds the digital clock on his nightstand that reveals he was still just within his time frame before Karen would alert Tony, or May. He’d been asleep far longer than he'd planned.

Peter is starving like he hasn’t in months, so much so he would eat that flavorless mush of food they’d made him eat that day at the Medbay after their “intervention”. He sets for the kitchen, takes out the plate with his food, and sets it in the microwave as the instructions show in the note.

You would think that Aunt May and Mr. Stark would be lenient that he missed his meal because he was sleeping but that was actually a very important point to them. Once he’d been awoken by a blaring alarm, it had almost given him a heart attack, he had thought it was an emergency, maybe the sky had been falling. It hadn’t been anything alarming other than him missing his snack. And not even mentioning that one time in class where he’d been called to the principal’s office for forgetting his snacks at home and Mr. Morita personally getting him a protein bar. That had been a horrible day. He still couldn’t really look Mr. Morita in the eyes.

The microwave beeped and Peter went to pull out the dish. He grabs a fork and napkin on the way to the couch. Karen may tattle about his food consumption but never where he eats. To be fair, Karen only has eyes in the suit mask, the rest of her input comes from his Starkwatch and Starkphone. Peter’s little humanoid golden robot, that he built with Tony’s help, C3PO, comes forward and sets his little arms up for Peter to place his plate on. Peter turns the TV on and settles back to continue his current series on Netflix.

Peter had been starving and food had never tasted so good in his life. He basically inhales it. Something not as good as he had been told but he was hungry. C3PO leaves with the napkin, the fork and the plate to the kitchen and Peter finishes his episode as he digests his food.

When the episode ends he gets up from the couch and walks to his room. As he walks in he sees R2D2, the little robot he’d made by himself at the lab in the Compound, having what seems his own little party in his room. R2 even has some music to dance with as he moves around the room.

Peter’s idea was to change again into his suit and patrol until his curfew but he feels a tug towards the water. He already did a patrol today, it had been a calm day. Peter decides he’ll settle for the night, finish some homework, and do more time on patrol tomorrow, he’ll make up for today then. Right now he will take a shower and finish his homework for Monday, be free for the entirety of the weekend.

C3 enters the room as Peter exits it to go to the bathroom. Peter might have programmed them with some personality traits reminiscent of their movie counterparts, and it usually ends with a bit of a friendly argument between the two. The good thing is Peter will be away while they do it, the bad thing is he’ll probably still hear them while he showers.

Peter takes off his clothes and sets his hand under the spray of water to feel its temperature. Once it’s to his liking he clambers inside headfirst. The water soaks his brown curls then covers his back. Peter backs his torso so his legs get sprayed with water and the change is fast, so fast it would probably be pretty seamless for anyone else. Peter doesn’t have time to react to the sudden feel of his legs knitting together and turning scaly before he loses balance with a startled yelp. Peter reaches out to the shower wall with a hand and sticks, stopping his fall but the momentum sends his back to hit the wall and Peter slides down, landing on his butt.

He blinks several times as he stares at his legs. Or more importantly, where his legs should be. In their place is a mermaid tail, just like the movies. It's a light blue like a clear skyline in New York mornings, with shiny scales that turn white when the light hits them and see-through red shaded fins. The tail seems to start at his hips but it fades up into his stomach with smaller scales, not a clear cut. Peter can feel the tail, he can feel it as if it were his legs but they feel different.

This isn’t normal, is it? This isn’t some long overdue side effect of the spider bite, right? This shouldn’t be happening, should it? There’s no way this is normal. This has got to be in the Top 10 weirdest things to happen to him. It fights for dominance right up there with the spider bite.

Peter takes a deep breath, he feels the fins and wills one to move as if it were his foot. In front of him, the fin moves. Peter shoves himself back startled, his head hits the other wall of the shower with force and he winces. He brings a hand to rub at his head, even if it doesn’t really make the pain lessen. He makes the other fin move, makes them both move at the same time, makes them move in opposite directions.

Peter stops playing with his fins. Wow, he has fins now, he has a tail. He can move the tail too. He has full control of it. It’s rather flexible too, more flexible than he’s become with his enhancements. Okay, so, he has a tail. He has a mermaid-merman?- he has a merman tail. He has a tail that is blue, and he can move it. It is right in front of him. Peter reaches for the middle of the tail with his finger and pokes it, sure enough he feels the poke, both in the tail and with his finger. It's real.

Alright, cool. So now that the shock has worn off it’s time to figure this out. Does this mean he can breathe underwater? Is he a merman now? Does he have to live in the Ocean? Would a lake suffice? His powers stayed, he was able to stick to the wall. Does that make him a Merman-Spider? Spider-Merman? Siren-Spider? Is he no longer allowed to eat fish? Do mermaids eat fish? Does this mean mermaids are real?

You’re getting distracted, Peter. Focus.

Was he a merman forever now? How did he even become one?

Yeah, focus on that. The how.

This isn't alien tech, that's for sure. He hasn't encountered anyone with alien tech in a while. That’s one out. So then… magic? Was magic real? Were there wizards? Was there actually a school for wizards? Oh gosh, that would be so cool. Like, Wanda Maximoff had magic, right? That's what she used? Or was that something else? It could have been magic, or maybe kinetic energy manipulation, that was also a possibility; but the idea of that being magic was always an option. Wait, he's getting sidetracked again.

Right, what caused this.

Ok, well, it couldn't be the spider bite either, it'd been far too long since and it didn’t make logical sense to be a result of it. Or... it could be if this was the product of a second reactant to the DNA alterations caused by the bite. Like, sure it would be weird to get a tail as a reaction, but so had gaining the powers of a spider through the bite of a radioactive spider; maybe they wanted to gain the powers of a fish and it mutated into a tail. Peter hadn't gone swimming recently and definitely hadn't been bitten by a fish but maybe he had, or eaten the radioactive fish by accident. He shouldn't have trusted that fillet, it had tasted too good. It could also just be a coincidence from another substance, really if this was a reaction he needed to know the second reactant.

Peter sees the water fall and splash on his tail and continue down the drain as he thinks. Water! Peter snaps his head to look at the showerhead. That was the reactant, water! The moment his legs got wet he got a tail!

Ok, so it wasn't a late side effect from the bite. That was good to know. It didn't rule out a reaction from the after-effects of the bite but it did give less evidence in its favour. So far the contenders are radioactive fish, reaction to his spider DNA, and magic. Only one of which Peter actually had knowledge of.

Peter sits up and moves forward to shut the water off. The tail was cool and all but he was kind of stuck in the tub. Peter lifts the end of his tail and moves the fins with narrowed eyes. He moves the fins close to the wall and then touches it, he wills them to stick and they do. Ok, he has better mobility than he thought he would. Feeling excitement fill him, Peter uses only his tail to lift his body and it works. He balances himself on his tail. He is definitely a Spider-Siren. He can stick, has strength, he assumes it also has his superhealing.

Peter grabs a towel from the rack and sits back down in the tub, he starts drying his upper body. The scales shimmer as he moves and Peter wonders if they would look the same dry. He sets the towel around his neck. Peter lifts himself from the tub and sits on the toilet lid, splaying the tail across the bathroom floor in all its glory before he grabs the towel around his neck. Peter starts drying his tail and the feeling is weird, he feels the towel through the scales and it’s closer to feeling something through his nails.

Peter has the sudden urge that his legs come back so he could experience the difference in them. Peter is scrubbing where the body of the tail meets the fins because it feels really good when the change happens. Peter senses the change a second before it happens but he is too confused at his Spider Sense telling him about it to notice what the change is . He lifts his head, dropping the towel, and looks around. Nothing is amiss and the sensation leaves. Peter turns back to pick up the towel and continue, now to try out the feel on his fins when he stops dead on his way to pick it up. His legs are back. His legs are back as if the tail was never there.

Peter pokes his legs, and just like the tail, they’re there. He moves them to make sure he has control over them, he does. He sets his palm on his leg and is surprised to find them completely dry, not even moist.

Peter looks back towards the shower, then he looks to his recently regained legs and back at the bathtub. He turns his head to his legs then the shower. Legs, shower, legs, shower. Peter bites his lower lip.

Like yeah, it could be a fluke and he may get stuck with a tail, but it could also be like his spider powers that he has control of. The tail disappeared when he dried it, it could be that if he gets his legs wet again the tail would return, and then it would disappear when he dries himself again.

What kind of scientist would he be if he didn't test out his hypothesis? He had to try. Besides, the worst thing that can happen is he has a tail, he'll figure it out later if he can’t dry it out. He has a feeling it will work anyways.

Peter fills the bathtub around three-quarters full. This is insane and just the type of experimenting he likes, trial and error. Taking a deep breath, he positions himself above the water holding himself by his arms, legs stretched out in front of him, parallel to the water below. All he needs to do is lower his arms and he will get his legs in the tub filled with water.

Peter lets out a little nervous laugh as he looks at the water. Like ripping off a bandaid. Peter takes another breath, releases it, and lets himself fall in one motion that splashes water over the tub’s edge.

The tail returns and this time Peter knows what he’s feeling. He realizes it's his legs morphing into a tail. It takes his legs a second to become a tail and it doesn’t hurt. It’s not a feeling he can put words to, other than from now on he can call the feeling his legs morphing into his tail. A part of the tail shimmers under the translucent water and his fins stay between water and air near where he thinks his knees would be-his tail is far too long to fit in the tub- while Peter moves it a little. He lifts the end of the tail and lets it smack back into the water, making a big splash that brings a joyous laugh from him. It worked as he’d suspected, the tail appears when his lower body gets splashed with water. Peter lifts himself from the bathtub and sits on the toilet seat.

Peter grabs the towel he first used to dry himself and begins to redry his tail. The same weird feeling of drying his scales returns. Willing his legs back as he dries Peter lifts the towel and grins. Where his blue tail had been are his legs once more.

Peter grins at the water, a rush of excitement cursing through his body. He has a tail now.

Just as abruptly his grin comes it falls and his heart begins to beat loudly in his chest. Oh god, he has a tail. He can't tell Aunt May, she'll freak out and ground him. And he can't tell Mr. Stark because he'll reprimand him, then tattle to May who will freak out and then they'll ground him together.

Ok, ok, ok. He can’t tell them, no big deal. He’s Spider-Man, he’s kept that a secret, he can keep this a secret. He has to figure this out first, then maybe he’ll tell them. If this is reversible they might never find out.

Does he want to reverse this? Food for thought.

He’ll figure all that out later. Right now Peter is going to take a bath, experiment a little, and then him and Karen will have a conversation about how much of a snitch the Babysitter Protocol makes her before starting his investigation.

[kate-lyons]

Sometime after X

Of all the project phoenix operatives to be put in her way, Kate finds Mason Knight - aka Huntsman -  to be the most approachable.

“Huntsman, huh?” Kate says quietly, thinking of her childhood on Earth, the wide, pale beaches and the groaning old house nestled among the palms. She remembers the large, scrabbling spiders that would lurk in dark corners as she scans over his records. “My father always said they were useful to keep around. They were there to neutralise the bigger threats.”

Mason gives her a tight smile from where he lays back against the med bed. “I thought I recognized that accent.”

“A little bit of home?” she teases lightly. She had been surprised to see Sydney noted on his file, although it’s clear he’s spent the last few years hopping from star system to star system and far from Sol’s light.

“Hmm. Hasn't been home for me in a long time.”

Kate hums as she swipes a mechanical finger over the datapad. Half her attention is on her notes; the other half is focuses on the man in front of her. She glances at him, noting with disquiet that he seems uncomfortable and pale as the baseline test is run over his implants.

“So where is home,” she asks in an attempt to keep him talking. Keep him distracted. Something flickers in his green eyes. A hesitation that she makes a careful, mental note of.

“I'm... Not sure, but then who is anymore?” He shrugs and it’s a clear deflection when he turns his attention on her. “What about you? Is your family still on Earth?”

“No. They’re at the colony on Arvuna. At least my parents and my sister are. So far, the Reapers haven’t been interested in them. I think… I hope they’re safe.”

“They’re in a better position than most under those oceans.”

“Yes,” Kate agrees, ignoring the small pang against her chest as she pushes the thoughts of her family away. She scans the logs, the multitude of data to wade through. What Cerberus had accomplished with these men was truly remarkable, the horrible lack of ethics and body autonomy aside. They’re still men, she had been startled to realise when Commander Miller had brought the project to her. Not mindless drones, and Kate had found herself entranced by what she learned.

For a while, she probes Mason gently, doing to best to gather what information she could. He seems worse off than some of the others Miller had mentioned, definitely in need of some calibrations on his implants, a tweak to his nanites and… maybe... maybe just a friend.

“This should help with the aches,” she tells him, adjusting the settings from her pad. A swipe of discomfort slides over his face before his expression eases and he relaxes.

“Thanks. And you’ll do the same for the others?”

“Not as extreme and only if they’ll allow it. The little one,” she thinks of bright green eyes and dark hair. He had an energy about him that was startling. “He seems so young… No, innocent would be the word. He really is a delight. I look forward to it every time he shows up with a new bag of tricks for us.”

Mason looks amused by that. “And he knows how to kill in you in a hundred different, extremely painful ways.”

Kate’s stomach turns at the memory of his first arrival to the lab. “Did he really behead it? The dragoon?”

Mason’s gaze skitters away. He doesn’t say it but she can hear reverberate anyway. That could have been any one of us.

“You... You defected earlier.” 

“Yes,” Mason says tightly. She can almost see it, the shutters slamming down behind his eyes. The stillness that comes over him. The stillness was eerie. Sometimes he became so still he seemed more robotic than human, tuned into senses she was still trying to understand.

Clearly their defection from Cerberus was a sensitive subject.

She leaves it for now.

“And how have you been feeling otherwise? Headaches? Fatigue?” She places one hand under his chin, tilting his face up to scan the invisible augmentations behind his eyes. “Are you keeping up your calorie intake?”  

There’s a clatter nearby, and Kate looks up briefly to find Sabre’s eyes hard, glaring at them from the other side of the room where he’s working with Dr Myers. Mason doesn’t seem to notice the intense look as he slumps back against the med bed with a sigh.

“I don’t think Sabre trusts me,” she murmurs as she releases him. Mason makes a small noise like a snort.

“He thinks you’re all morons,” he says easily, cracking one eye open to look up at her. “No offense.

It’s Kate’s turn to smile at that. “None taken. I think… but we can’t help you if you don’t trust us.”

“I do. And Sabre… he’ll come around. Eventually. If he really didn’t believe in this, then an entire armada of reapers wouldn’t have been able to get him here. No one can make Ethan do anything he really doesn’t want to do.”

There’s a faint tint of bitterness to his tone that has Kate intrigued. “Not even you?”

Mason closes his eyes again. “Especially not me.”

“You… I don’t understand. You’re the squad leader and he was your second?”

Mason scrubs a hand over his face, this time sitting up. He seems to have given up on relaxing and Kate makes a mental note to investigate a sedative that won’t interact adversely with his augmentations. “Not anymore. I’m just a broken Cerberus plaything right now.”

“That’s where I come in,” she says mildly. “We’re here to help all of you. Commander Miller says one of you is worth fifty in the field.”

“Well, Marie has always been a little biased.”

Kate chuckles at that but then she sobers. “There’s another one of your team that made it out… Ajax? He’s not responded.”

“Yeah, you might be barking up the wrong tree with that one,” Mason looks away. “Ajax will do things when he damn well pleases and not a minute before. Always has.”

“So we shouldn’t expect to see him?”

“Doubtful. But he was a late defector. He would have had time to… prepare.”

“Probably didn’t spend all that time on Omega in a fighting ring getting his implants rattled like you did either.”

Mason’s gaze turns hard. “No,” he says slowly and Kate realises that’s another subject to leave aside. For all his apparent openness, there were some heavy walls that he had around him that she suspected wouldn’t take much to slam down.

“And.... A rescued dragoon?”

“Apparently. But... He wasn't one of mine.”

“Still. I'm sorry, I imagine that could be hard to come face to face with.”

“The stuff of nightmares,” Mason agrees then winces slightly as she slides a needle into his arm.

“Sorry,” she says softly and squeezes his hand. She can almost feel the reinforced bones under the skin weave if she concentrates enough. The coolness of his skin doesn’t seem natural, like maybe he’s not alive as he should be and the thought skitters along her spine unhappily.

“Its fine,” he shrugs with a rueful quirk of his mouth. “You’d think with all the upgrades they forced on us, could at least do something about flimsy veins.”

She smiles, one hand on his shoulder. “Not sure it works that way. Now lie back and rest, let the machine do its work. You’ll wake up feeling better in no time.”

[writerworks]

Sadly... I got yelled at for sneaking pics in lab

I guess other students going to our school could possibly see my lil obscure tumblr and have their entire lab experience ruined for them, causing the science department to lose money.... so......

Here are some more pics I snuck in lab:

We did DNA splicing bitch don't try me.

[hawkeyedflame]

i got really tired of my co-workers overheating/breaking the inoculating loops

[powerhouse-of-the-science]

Whoever released the radioactive pumpkin subject from its containment is SO FIRED! 

[libraryofluna]

Our lab has an elf on the shelf. His name is Billie Elfish.