#lab drying oven

[labotronicsscientific]

Hot air sterilizing drying oven

Hot air sterilizing drying oven is equipped with a rapid heating and working temperature of 300 °C. Built-in silicate insulated layer prevents heat loss. Forced air convection provides optimal air circulation, temperature uniformity, and brief heat-up time. Circulating fan motor hot air ensures uniform temperature distribution in a chamber.

[crystalflores786]

Vacuum Drying Oven

A vacuum drying oven is a specialized piece of equipment used in various industries such as pharmaceuticals, electronics, materials science, and food processing for drying heat-sensitive materials or substances that are susceptible to oxidation or degradation when exposed to air. The vacuum drying oven operates under reduced pressure, typically achieved by a vacuum pump, which lowers the boiling point of water or other solvents, allowing for gentle drying at lower temperatures.

[labozon]

Drying Oven

Get the most accurate results with our quality drying ovens. With high-end features, varying sizes, and advanced heating & cooling cabinets, you're sure to find what you need here.For more, visit www.Labozon.com.

[radiantrookie]

Snacks Flavor Texts

When you're as busy as us, it's hard to find time to sit down and have a proper meal sometimes. But that doesn't mean you should skimp on eating! You have to keep fuel in your system for optimal output. Here's a collection of snacks and easy things to eat while you're on the move or under the wire!

Sonic's Big Ring Party Platter:

Sonic: I've got two constants in my life: jumping into Big Rings and shoving chili dogs in my face. It only makes sense to combine the two, right? Best of all, it's something I can share with all my friends! And if they're tired of chili dogs? More for me! Heh heh!

Omochao: Please do not try to jump into the platter! It will not warp you to a Chaos Emerald! It will only make a mess!

Tails's Eat Red Spheres:

I spend a lot of time either in the lab or in the garage, and I don't want to get food all over my projects. That's why I'll make a big bowl of these to snack on! They're tasty and energizing, and the wet/dry vac takes care of them if one of my tails knocks over the bowl. Not that… it's a common problem… *ahem.*

Tails's Tornado Chips:

While I'm waiting for my coding to compile, I like to chill out with something tasty and with a satisfying crunch. Lotus chips are great for satisfying that snacking urge while being healthier than many alternatives. And if you spin them, they almost look like my tails in flight!

Blaze's Royal Roasted Pinwheels

There was once a gala event in the imperial palace where all the ovens failed. I stepped in and offered to assist the chefs by using my flames. Normally that is taboo, but I live to serve my people. The staff was very thankful, too. Since then, I once in a while return to the kitchen to help. I am… not the best at cooking, but my control over flames allows me to prepare everything in record time and achieve the perfect char!

Blaze's Daily Respite

Being the imperial princess means a great deal of executive oversight! My days can be filled with seemingly endless decrees, declarations, and other documentation. A plate of these allows me to power through my duties and not feel famished by the end of the day.

Shadow's Burrito Blasts:

Rouge: I remember the last time you made these! The perfect warm meal while on the go. Shadow: I didn't make them for you.

Rouge's Luxurious Light Flare:

I'm a woman of expensive tastes, so when I dine I want everything to taste expensive. This treat is succulent and decadent, but light enough to leave room for more.

Eggman's Poppin' Eggcorn:

Ah! This was the signature treat at Eggmanland…until Sonic ruined everything. Regardless, I'll prepare a big batch to snack on when reviewing my files or relaxing after a long, hard day of global conquest.

Fun Fact: This one appears in Sonic Unleashed

Images by Codename Catfish

[brainworms-all-night-long]

ahaha, ha, haAHHAHAHAAA!!! you may enjoy 5k+ words of Nine going through it :]

or if you'd like a more professional summary:

Nine properly wakes up and finds himself in a place that should be unfamiliar. Aside from dealing with the consequences of leaving the grim and general weight of consciousness, he's also met with benign offerings of kindness and an inevitable existential crisis.

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The sensation which jerked him awake was that of a cold water bucket being dumped over him, drenching him whole and immediately forming icicles on his skin. The kind you'd get after waking up from a nightmare where you fell to your death.

Despite being awake, it took a solid minute or more before Nine actually had any control of his body. 

The weight of consciousness gradually increased, wracking him in the uncomfortable chill that seemed to come from within this time. He couldn't even go through with the urge to whine in an attempt to alleviate the pain only if for a second, as he become all too aware of how dry and sore both his mouth and throat were. Not the most plesant thing to wake up to.

Then, his ear caught the sound of heavy footsteps with a certain grace to them, seemingly pacing back and forth in the area to his left.

How they got here was secondary to the fact he was in such a vulnerable state at an unknown place in no shape to actually defend himself. Every one of their steps made the fur on his back stand a bit more. 

Nine lay in wait, holding his breath for a few moments, but whoever was it he shared a room with didn't as much as glance in his general direction.

Despite feeling like someone put fiberglass into his eyes, Nine forced them open. A warm wash of daylight pouring through a wall of windows to his left greeted him. Yellows, blues and oranges, for a second in an indistinguishable swirl around him. Then he was finally conscious enough to register a sweet smell that filled the room and an unmistakable hum of an oven, as well as that of a small tune under the other person's nose.

The fog in his head clearing up finally, he could actually begin to identify his surroundings.

Wooden walls with a curved ceiling, a carpet thrown here and there, a table, a glass wall with a copper analog clock on it – not that he was functional enough to read from it yet – a lived in hammock with a shelf holding things Nine couldn't focus on and identify yet, all made for half the room's decor.

The other half was definitely a kitchen area, much more expansive and fancy then what he had installed back in his lab, but it's layout irked with familiarity regardless.

Straining his eyes around made his head spin, so he shut them again and fully cradled his head into a soft pillow. 

Needless to say, definitely not his workshop. And definitely not anyone's apartment in New Yoke city either. Just the amount of bright wood and round shape in the room and was enough to give it away. 

That could leave only one possibility.

Soft clatter of ceramic plates made him creak open his eyelids, just a bit. Despite everything, curiosity didn't let him lay still.

He twisted to his side further, and propped himself up with his right hand just enough to peer over the distant cabinet hiding half of the kitchen's floor. 

On the countertop, sat a microwave, spices a few mugs, then a basin, stove and a door at the corner of the room.

Where it led wasn't his concern right now. 

What grabbed his attention was a pink hedgehog in a bright red dress, suddenly peaking up with a baking tray in hands. The whole room was then filled to the brim with humming of the oven and that sweet smell.

She carefully set it to the kitchen table above, next to plates that weren't there a second ago and took off yellow cooking mittens with a content hum. 

The aroma made Nine's head spin and for his own sake, he let it drop, forehead digging into the armrest. 

So he did survive, lovely. Didn't make any of his pain to go away though, and he was sure if his body had indicator lights for its basic necessities, they'd all be flashing red.

This time he didn't manage to bite back a pained groan and he internally cursed himself right after. 

He felt the eyes on him in an instant. Internally he begged for the hedgehog to turn back around and leave him alone until he's able to at least actually sit up. 

She didn't, of course. Her footsteps approaching, wracking him with uneasy irritation.

Nine saw what her Shatterverse counterparts were capable off, that is if shes who he thinks she is. Which meant the hedgehog definitely could be a major threat if she wanted.

Nine was turned with most of his back exposed, so in the worst case scenario he can always just attack high on adrenaline.

He went to draw his mechanical tails, but got quite the rude, proper awakening once he realized their phantom absence.

 His tails weren't—

No he already panicked about this didn't he. 

That wasn't a dream.

Acid brew on his tongue and panic steadily began to rise as the scattered memories from... however long ago that was resurfaced. 

"Hey it's ok, just take it easy." A voice nudged him out of his hazy memories, uncomfortably close. 

Unfortunately for her, it didn't help ease Nine one bit. Fur on his neck raised, head stuck in the past for a bit longer than he'd like and knowing he didn't have privacy to deal with his miserable state alone made it all the worse actually.

By the time Nine begrudgingly turned back to his side, it was clear just how uncomfortably close the pink hedgehog had gotten. He anchored both of his tails under his legs and scrunched his face as to show as much aggression as physically possible. Which wasn't much in his current state.

Different shade of green than what he was used to looked at him with concern, and Nine slipped into a grimace instead.

Then he noticed a hand move, way too close to his face. He didn't feel like waiting to see where it would land and simply reacted on near primal instinct. 

Nine's teeth got caught on the glove's soft fabric as the intruding hand pulled back in surprise.

"Woah, sorry! I just wanted to check if you still ran with a fever." 

She whisper-shouted, rubbing the back of her hand while taking a step back. 

These people really had no concept of personal space, had they? 

Nine was in no state to try and discern intent, or to take chances. He could barely hold himself up right for crying out loud. Not to mention had nothing on him to actually use as a proper means of defense. Well except for his teeth and one clawed hand but that's gonna get him only so far.

"You still don't look well though..." The hedgehog fiddled with a golden ring around her wrist, "Maybe I could make you some tea? It does wonders for me when I'm sick that's for sure. Oh and you must be hungry too! Some biscuits shortly soaked into the tea would do great for a start." 

She asked and rattled off, not waiting for an answer as she was already on her way back to the kitchen area. 

Not like Nine felt like he could give her one.

To be completely honest, he felt like he'd just been spat out of a violent hydraulic press. And suddenly springing for the most primal form of self defense left him temporary disoriented to boot. But he did his best to not let any of it show. Any other time in his life that would mean a near death sentence.

another straw was a spinning headache brewing behind his forehead that only got stirred with that chipper voice of hers.

 Why was she so energetic after he literally tried to bite her hand off is beyond him, but he guessed it made sense. She was Sonic's friend after all.  

...Sonic. 

Nine wanted to shake his head off that thought, but with just a second more to think through the consequences, he stopped himself. That would be a very bad not so good idea. 

Instead, he attempted to focus on literally anything he remembered the hedgehog say, to redirect attention and find his voice.

"Not sick." Nine sifted through his teeth, barely managing to open his mouth in the first place. It felt glued together, and his voice agitated the sore throat. 

It was then he fully realized just what kind of soreness that really was. It wasn't the 'slept with your mouth open like an idiot so your mouth dried but it will go away in a few hours', it was the the kind you get when you're most definitely sick.

He tried to ignore the dull ache of anxiety over that notion.

"Hmm, sure." She said, very much unimpressed, not even turning to him from digging in the cupboard, "But there's never any harm done with some tea. Herbal or fruit?"

Nine ignored how powerless her attitude made him feel. He was no threat to her in this state, as such she had no reason to take him seriously. Both of them knew.

Not to mention it will just get worse as time goes on.

Only good things happen to him lately it seems.

Taking a pacing breath, he lowered his shoulders and tried to properly hoist himself up, leaning heavily on the couch's armrest as he did so.

The pink hedgehog seemed fully preoccupied within the kitchen, grabbing the pot off the stove, swirling the leftover water around, giggling quietly as it made a funny sound before poring it out and refilling it.

"I've also made almond cake, but it'll still need a while to cool off. You're not allergic to almonds, are you?" She then asked, this time giving him the time of day and actually turning to face him while dropping a tea bag into a plain, white mug with some red dots. Although he'd preferred if she stayed disinterested this time around.

The expectation of an answer weighted heavy on him for some reason, and he ended up forcing out "Never had almonds." with as much dismissal as he could muster. 

Though the fact he didn't even know what these "almonds" are, was secondary to the fact the itch in his throat got impossible to ignore after that and he soon devolved into a coughing fit.

In that very second it hit him the verbal answer could've been just a head shake instead. 

No use cursing himself out on that one, the damage was done already.

He tried to keep the volume low, not coughing more then he thought necessary, but that wasn't helping anything. 

Any attempt at keeping composure while almost hacking his lungs out was out of the metaphorical window once the alarm bells of nearly suffocating went off. 

After catching his breath and definitely making himself into the most pathetic of scenes, Nine managed to open his eyes again. A plastic cup was hovering in front of his face, with the pink hedgehog standing above him, worry and pity dripping from every wrinkle in her face.

Nine would feel insulted for being treated like a sickly toddler — being given a rainbow plastic cup of all things — if he didn't burn thoroughly with humiliation already. 

With shaking fingers he grabbed the plastic thing, but the other hand didn't leave, as if not trusting him to be able to hold it.

Nine downed the entire cup the second it touched his lips, though despite it his throat still felt like it had a handful of fresh metal shavings stuck in it. Thankfully the water itself wasn't cold, as there was never anything more uncomfortable then drinking clear water on a sore throat for some reason. 

Not that he was in any place or shape to complain.

The hedgehog took the cup from his hand and set it on the coffee table, leaving to turn the kettle off, even though it didn't even begin screeching yet.

Still weakly trying to clear his throat, Nine leaned his full weight onto the back rest and decompressed. 

A sudden sleepiness tried to close his eyes. He wasn't sure whether or not to fight it or just forfeit again. 

With great effort, he looked towards the pink hedgehog pouring the warmed water into the cup, and simply observed for just that while. 

Nine believed he had a pretty good read on people.A very useful skill to fall back on when in a situation where fighting either isn't or would be the worse option.

This one was almost the former, as he was barely in shape to sit properly, much less fight. 

Almost. Because talking also felt near impossible, so he was nothing but a sitting duck. Yet all the hedgehog seemed to be interested in was to pester him. For some reason. 

It was entirely possible his coughing was just annoying and she wanted it to stop. 

In all honesty he wasn't sure what to think of her yet. Bright red dress with matching boots and a headband that almost hurt his eyes with its contrast, combined with the light and effortless way she carried herself made her look almost, childish. Not a single scar that he noticed, no marks or tattoos or a crazed look of any kind in her green eyes...

Nine yawned.

Not to mention he had no idea of just how long she was in the room with him. She mentioned baking something, which was definitely at least two hours of work at minimum. Which either meant she was quiet enough it didn't wake him up, or Nine was so exhausted the sound of kitchen appliances didn't stir him awake at all.

His eyes trailed to the microwave, immediately realizing there was no hope of actually reading the time from there, and other than that he never bothered to properly learn analog clock. From clues available to him it was safe to say the time sat somewhere past noon. It was rare his internal clock betrayed him, so he left it at that. 

Which meant if she wanted to hurt or kill him already, she could've done so numerous times for sure. But she didn't.

Yet it was hard shaking off the notion she could be dangerous if she wanted. Hes seen her counterparts in the Shatterverse and from that alone it was clear he wouldn't stand a chance. Not in this state and not right now. 

Maybe she spiked the water just now too. His sleepiness was pretty sudden considering he's just woken up from a nightmare, and calming down from those enough to even consider falling back asleep always took good twenty to thirty minutes. 

He didn't see her fill the cup, so it's really up in the air.

Nine let out an irritated puff of air and closed his eyes. 

Catastrophizing things as usual. 

Without the busy visual input, he realized how, quiet, it was here. 

But not the vast, empty-quiet of the Grim or the Void. Their suffocating silence lacking almost any natural ambiance except the loud shard collisions. Nor was there any wall rattling, endless rush of trains and other machinery behind the walls, with droning robotic voices commanding people's every move. 

Safe for the soft clinking of a metal spoon against porcelain and the cacophony of sounds coming through the open roof window, it was quiet.

Dare he say, it felt peaceful. 

Despite how insulting the blanket's pattern he just decided to acknowledge — a small thing with baby blue, childish imprint of the sky, with repeating patterns of white and red blobs — it helped fighting off the uncomfortable chill wracking his whole body. 

He brought it up to his shoulders.

He shouldn't be making himself as comfortable as he was, but blame that on the seemingly chronic exhaustion. And whatever sickness he caught.

The urge to just roll his eyes at the fact was strong, because apparently there aren't enough pains and aches tormenting his entire body already. Unfortunately, being sick is something he never had the privilege of taking lightly.

It was another thing that was as good as a pending death sentence back in New Yoke, even once Nine knew its streets like the back of his hand. The layout never really changed so even if his lungs were filled with molten lead and legs were so numb he struggled to remember if he even had them, finding a suitable metal box and a secluded abandoned alleyway wasn't all that difficult.

Unfortunately, he knew next to nothing about Green Hills and how to survive out there even if he was in pristine condition.

He didn't know the natural weather patterns, not where to find food or hide and most definitely not which way he should even go. And he didn't feel like learning any of it either. He needed to stick under this roof for as long as possible.

Approaching footsteps alerted him to present again, making him aware of the steady grip anxiety gained on him again in the meantime.

Nine shook it off, and while he shot at the hedgehog with a glare, she disarmed it with a warm smile of her own. 

A small tray was put into his lap. A white mug filled with warm tea, a similar porcelain bowl with sugar to to the right and a plastic one filled with what he assumed were the biscuits she was talking about earlier on the left.

"I forgot to ask you how much sugar you wanted, so you're in charge of that." She kept her smile throughout, and as 'angry' as Nine wanted to look, he just didn't manage.

"Anyway... Your name is Nine right?" The hedgehog started, discreetly taking a step back and sitting on a chair by a dining table a few ways away from the couch. "I'm Amy Rose." She put her palm over her chest, radiating confidence and pride. "Sonic introduced you first, but I think you deserve the courtesy to do it yourself." She paused, as if remembering something, "When you'll be able to talk comfortably that is. Don't force yourself." 

Well it seems he really can't pretend to be anything but at his weakest.

Nine grumbled, not caring about how Amy interpreted it. 

"He said he mentioned me back in the Shatterverse a few times, so he better have put a good name out there." She chuckled with the smallest glint of danger in her eyes. 

To be fair, Nine doesn't ever recall Sonic mentioning Amy by name. Maybe he did and the fox just didn't catch it, or written it off as the hedgehog's excessive blabbering and didn't bother remembering it. And right now it wasn't any better because most of his focus remained on the tray in his lap, slightly warm from the tea.

"Why." He croaked out. Regretting pushing his voice again, but it wasn't voluntary really, the syllables just came out.

Did sonic tell her to babysit him while he was out? (where even was the hedgehog) What did she want from him? Just why did she bother with all of this for a complete stranger in her house—

"Well because first impressions are important. Not to mention you weren't even the one to introduce yourself..."

Amy was right of course, but that's not what the question was about. 

It was safe to assume she can't read minds, no one could, so she had no idea what Nine was going through internally.  

"N-no." Nine was growing frustrated with himself, enough to feel pressure in his sinuses. The last thing he needs is to start crying, good Chaos

He used to be at top of things, in control if not the environment then at least himself. But now, now he couldn't even talk properly, he was weak and defenseless and the sun hitting his back through the window was getting unbearable.

"I mean why–" He finally gestured to the tray, ignoring the scratch in his voice and how much energy that hand movement took.

He didn't understand anything, which, he used to hold pride in being able to do it seamlessly. Be it any subject or situation. He was sick which meant he could keel over at any minute and everything just hurt.

"Well, I assumed you'd be hungry. You definitely didn't eat anything for at least twenty hours." Was the hedgehog's simple answer as she glanced towards the microwave.

The mere though of eating made Nine feel sick, and he probably couldn't hold the mug steady if he used all of his strength. 

So she was most definitely right. 

Nine bit the inside of his cheek, the same spot that has just began healing and at least held the mug in his palms. 

Spiraling in baseless panic will get him nowhere, and the tea's warmth was just enough to ground him in the moment.

There was a noticeable lack of chained*clink* that should've sounded when his metal prosthetics came into contact with the mug's porcelain.

Soon it became clear these weren't his gloves. 

Or his shirt.

His grip on the mug tightened, but really, the thing probably didn't even feel the difference (of course it didn't. It's an inanimate object, idiot.)

Nine bit down on the inside of his mouth harder.

Just, breathe. 

He just needed to breathe, get some energy, and then some answers. 

Simple as that.

"Or would you like something else? I think there is something in the fridge besides chilli and hotdogs."

Amy asked, but got to her feet before waiting for any answer. "Seriously, how do Sonic and Tails survive on nothing but empty cans of chilli and mints..." 

Nine shook his head carefully. 

Simple sugars will do for now, really. She has done more than enough and he doesn't need to sit in more debt to her. 

Nine dropped one of the biscuits into the tea and fished it out with the sugar spoon. there was a distant memory of him eating some dried pastry after dipping it in water that may or may not have been contaminated, though needless to say, this tasted much better.

Despite acknowledging the declined offer, she made her way back to the kitchen counter, reached over to a wall magnet holstering knives and took the largest one right at the edge.

Alarm bells faintly rang at the back of Nine's head at the sharp object, but it was easy to dismiss them. She was just going to cut the pie.

Looks can be deceiving but this was the safest environment he's ever been in, why was he so on edge?

constant baseless anxiety will do him no good, so after forcing his shoulders to drop drop, he dragged any attention from the pink hedgehog back down to the tray in his lap. he threw another biscuit into the tea and let it absorb the liquid for a bit longer then then previous one.

In the meantime, he tried lifting the mug slightly, before setting it back down. It was better to test and see how much trust to place in his hands, than overestimate himself and make an embarrassing mess.

He let out a frustrated huff. 

It became clear his grip, which was weak to begin with in the best of circumstances, was almost completely gone without the prosthetics keeping his hands together.

He needed his gloves now more then ever.

"Gloves." 

Nine forced out, catching the hedgehog's attention again. 

She turned his way, gave a questioning look, and sat down a plate with evenly cut squares of the pie.

"Where are my gloves." Nine reiterated in a low hiss. Talking at regular volume was actually viscerally uncomfortable. 

"Oh um..!" She sprung to attention, but seemed uncertain. Surely a good sign. "They're in the bathroom, soaking in water so they can get hand-washed, along with the rest of your clothes." She paused for a second with a pensive look, "Or what was left of them anyway. We took them off to and clean your wounds so they wouldn't get infected. And figured you'd like to keep wearing something, but none of us here, really wears pants. Sorry about that." 

That was... reasonable, to say the least. It explains why there was a nightgown draped over his shoulders that he would not put on with a gun aimed at his head.

No matter, he needs to get his hand prosthetics back, at the very least, but the fact they were most likely torn the shreds didn't make him exactly ecstatic.

Just what caused such damage to burn through his clothes and back?

The portal being highly unstable was one possibility, but going through it and getting knocked out would've surely singed him whole, not just his back. If it had closed on him then he would've lost all of his tails, not just the artificial one's.

Perhaps the Grim exploded and the blast hit and knocked him out. It would make sense since he completely destabilized it before leaving. 

That still didn't explain why he lost only the artificial limbs and nothing else but it still made him pause and shudder a bit when daring to think about all the possible implications of them exploding on him would and should have.

Carefully, he tried moving his legs, and he could still move and feel them alright. 

So with a relieved sigh he crossed out paralysis off the not-written list of horrifying possibilities.

Still, some hefty nerve damage would explain most of his pain and weakness. 

"I could go wash your gloves now but it will take a while for them to dry." The hedgehog began turning to the door in the far corner of the room.

Nine wanted to grind his teeth to dust at yet another offer from her. Once he gets out of this couch, he'll wash the clothes himself no problem. 

He doesn't need things done for him, especially when the items involved are also his belongings.

Instead he gave himself something to chew on by eating another biscuit and watching as the hedgehog disappeared behind the doors.

Main priority right now will be getting the mechanical tails back. If for nothing else, then to get that tiny voice in the back of his head screeching about feeling exposed to shut up.

There was a vague memory of attempting to do just that yesterday, but something stopped him. 

Sudden physical contact, and then loss of balance, an explosion of pain through his spine pain, and a much older brown fox standing above him. 

Nine shut his eyes and purged that image from the front of his memory. The most logical explanation was that it was Tails, but because Nine was half asleep when being forced to face the other, his brain filled in other details. 

Deciding to trust his hands, he lifted the mug with slight difficulty and just as the possibly spiked water, downed it in one go. 

Afterwards, he sat the tray aside, kicked off the blanket and got back onto his wobbly feet. Momentary panic set in as he lost balance and realized he had no safety net to catch him besides his very hands.

He bounced off the couch again, more carefully and this time actually straightening up. e observed the room with the newfound perspective and noticed another door to his left.

Something told him a workshop was on the lower floor, and the only other visible door leading to the bathroom it was a safe bet to go for this one

The workshop was down stairs and there was only one other door besides the bathroom ones.

The nightgown fell bellow his knees which hr could at least somewhat hide his tails under. He'd still much prefer pants over skirts and dresses since even floor length ones never gave him the impression of being covered, but whatever. Beggars can't be choosers. 

Bracing himself against any furniture he came across and then the staircase wall, he took one careful yet stern step down after the other.

Soon enough he was met with two doors on neighboring walls and groaned, but steeled his resolve. Picking one door handle and twisting it with all of his strength, he was greeted with the familiar scent of metal and oil any worthy workshop should have. 

Then there was even more stairs to walk down before Nine finally reached the general area of his destination. 

He missed his lab's sliding automatic doors and ramps already.

Carefully continuing his decent, he was aware there was a breaking point he was approaching faster then anticipated. At the last stair, his legs gave out and he fell onto it somewhat ungracefully. 

After a short breather, his attention was caught by a bright red machine in the very center of the workshop. Faintly recalling the general name of it as a plane, Nine couldn't help but gawk at it for a while. 

Then there was a heavy clatter of metal hitting wood and a curse word followed. Nine tore eyes of the plane, following the source of sound and freezing once he noticed the golden fox sitting ways away at a work table, gently placing something square-ish on its surface and sighing. 

Well this isn't good. Of course Nine should've counted with the other fox being here, this was his place, his workshop. But somehow the fact he's gonna be here, didn't fully register until he was staring at him again. 

Crushing tension seized him once more, and it was beyond frustrating. For a second, he considered turning away and giving it one more day recuperate and come back until he stood up and was reminded of just how baren he was. 

Nine needs those tails back, and now. He's nothing without them.

Never again, he swore to himself that never will he be weak enough for picking again. That he won't whine, give up or depend on anyone but himself. 

Unfortunately, he fucked up on the last principle and is probably never getting it back, and almost the second one too, but he's still here to make a choice despite that. 

And choice he will make to put one foot in front of the other and not run away from someone that simply looks like him. 

No matter much his gut twists and turns once he moves forward, or how weak his limbs feel in general. 

Tails' ear flicker was followed by the rest of his head turning. Curious blue eyes widened once his presence became unmistakable and and Tails fully swiveled around to give a sheepish greeting.

Nine felt like collapsing already.

[spacetime1969]

Danny Fenton’s Field Trip to the Ghost Zone!

I have had the wonderful opportunity to write a fic inspired by the art of the wonderful @arisu-artnfics as part of @ecto-implosion. I ended up thinking it would be fun to bring in a trope from a completely different fandom, and write a Peter Parker Field Trip fic for Danny Fenton. Enjoy!

Chapter 3: The Field Trip

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Dash Baxter hadn’t expected that his class field trip would end up like this. He had been expecting a boring day at the planetarium, but instead they had found themselves in the Ghost Zone!

A lot of things had happened all at once. First they had fallen through a portal and landed in the Ghost Zone. Then their bus driver had abandoned them to dive through the portal as it closed, trapping them all behind him. And then, while the rest of the group was grappling with the fact that they had somehow ended up in another dimension, Fenton and his friends had gone and recruited a ghost to fly them home, somehow!

Honestly, Dash could deal with all of that. It was a lot, but he was an Amity Parker, born and raised! What was weirding him out was how relaxed the nerds were about all of this!

Dash wanted it on the record that he wasn’t scared (definitely not). He was just a little nervous, okay? Don’t judge him! They were in the Ghost Zone! How could he not be at least a little nervous? This is where the ghosts lived! Everyone should be nervous!

Not the nerds though. They only seemed to be mildly annoyed by the fact they were stuck in the afterlife another dimension. He could understand Manson and Valerie, they were both pretty scary themselves. He could even sort of understand Foley, but Fenton was infamous for hiding from even the most tame ghosts, disappearing to some hidey-hole until Phantom took care of them. Heck, he even abandoned his friends a lot of the time, leaving them to be saved by Phantom. So why the heck was Fenton so chill now that they were literally flying through the Ghost Zone?

Dash wasn’t gonna be stuck wondering for long, Mr. Lancer had the same question. “Mr. Fenton, How are you so calm!”

Danny stared at him. “Mr. Lancer, the portal to the Zone is in my parents lab. Did you really think that me and my friends wouldn’t have tried going through?”

Mr. Lancer spluttered at Fenton’s dry response. “I had assumed that your parents at least had enough lab safety in place that you wouldn’t have succeeded!”

Dash may have been a jock, but he wasn’t stupid okay. He had seen enough movies to tell the difference between a laugh and a cackle, and the way that Fenton’s laughter threw his head back and shook his whole body was absolutely a mad scientist’s cackle. The sound almost scared him more than the fact they were stuck in the Ghost Zone.

“Mr. Lancer, we’re Fentons. If my parents go too long without blowing something up, me and Jazz will do something ourselves just to make sure it’s not too quiet.”

Fenton’s friends were nodding along. “Yeah, the first time Danny slept over at my house it was too quiet for him to fall asleep. So he went down to the kitchen, modified the toaster oven to reach 3000°, and poured molten salt into the bathtub. Gave my parent’s a heart attack.”

Lancer’s eye twitched. “How old were you when you did this?”

Fenton shrugged. “Like six I think? I’m not sure. I did learn to get permission first after that though.”

Dash and Paulina shared a look. Holy shit, Fenton was a mad scientist. Like, it was common knowledge that the Fenton parents were, but apparently they had all missed the fact that Danny Fenton was just as crazy as them.

They both jumped when a mechanical hand popped out from a panel in the ceiling and the voice of their ghostly driver echoed through the speakers. “That's science, baby!”

Fenton gave the mechanical hand a high five and chuckled. “Well I didn’t write it down, but I did learn something, so it probably still counts.”

Manson laughed. “Hypothesis, everyone likes explosions before bed. Conclusion, hypothesis incorrect.”

The nerds (and Technus) laughed while the rest of the bus stared at them. Dash didn’t know whether to be terrified of them or just glad that they were still nerds. Then Fenton made eye contact with him and grinned. Definitely terrified of them.

“Well, in the meantime, we have reached our first stop!” Technus said, as the bus made a bumpy landing.

Fenton frowned. “Wait what? Why are we stopping? I thought we were headed to the Far Frozen?”

“That’s the destination, but, since your parent’s shut down the portal, things in the Zone have been shifting around even more than they usually do. So we will have to go from stop to stop and get directions as we travel,” the ghost replied.

“So where have we stopped now?” Valerie asked.

“Jonny and Kitty’s place!”

Fenton looked out the window. “Oh yeah I recognize it! There’s their track.”

“Go see if they know where Dora’s castle is right now. That should be in the right direction.”

“Yeah alright, I’ll go ask,” Fenton said.

The rest of the class pressed their faces to the windows and watched as he walked out of the bus and over to the dirt track. He held his hands to his mouth and yelled.

“Kitty! Johnny! You here?”

There was a moment of silence, and it seemed like there wasn’t gonna be a reply. Then there was the sound of a revving motorcycle. It appeared from behind one of the embankments, with two people riding it. They rode towards Fenton, not slowing down as they got closer and closer.

Fenton just stood there, not even moving as they barreled straight towards him. Dash glanced over at the nerds to see their reaction, only to see them all looking entirely uninterested. Foley wasn’t even watching, messing with his PDA instead. Dash looked back out the window as his other classmates gasped. Just as they thought that Fenton was gonna get turned into a pavement smear the bikers slid into a skid, kcking up enough dust to temporarily block Fenton and the bike from view.

Dash and his classmates watched as the dust cleared, wondering if Fenton had just gotten run over, but when the dust cleared Fenton hadn’t moved an inch. The bike on the other hand, had stopped barely an inch in front of him.

The couple on the bike and Fenton stared each other down.

“Boo! 3/10 try harder next time.”

Dash flinched at the loud voice next to him. He turned to see Manson giving a thumbs down and heckling the ghosts outside. The guy rolled his eyes and the girl in the red jacket blew a sarcastic kiss towards her. Manson laughed and her friends rolled their eyes. The rest of the class was just staring at her, baffled.

With Manson seeming to have broken the staring contest, Fenton and the two ghosts relaxed and started talking, but whatever they were saying was too quiet for Dash to hear. They seemed to argue for a bit, before Fenton shrugged and randomly tackled the guy off his motorcycle.

The class watched in shock as they tussled in the dirt. The other ghost hopped off the motorcycle and went to join them, but Valerie cackled and jumped out the window of the bus. Lancer tried to reach out and grab her but Manson and Tucker blocked him. Not that it mattered, she was already out the window by the time he’d moved.

“Not on my watch Kitty!” Valerie yelled as she tackled the second ghost from behind.

Manson and Foley cheered as the four wrestled in the dirt.

Fenton managed to pin the ghost he was fighting quickly and he tapped out. The two then sat and watched as the others wrestled. It wasn’t long before Valerie also managed a pin, and they all helped each other up. They brushed their clothes off and shook hands, speaking for a moment more before Valerie and Fenton walked back to the bus.

“Okay, Johnny said that Dora’s is about 10° up with a 30° azimuth.” Danny said as he and Valerie climbed back into the bus.

“Alright!” Technus yelled. “Next stop, Dora's Castle!”

Dash fell back into his seat as the bus jumped and they were once again flying through the ghost zone.

For a long moment all the students just sat there, but eventually Paulina broke the silence with the question everyone was wondering. “What was that?” she screeched.

Fenton just looked at her in confusion. “What was what?”

“What do you mean ‘what was what?’ The fighting and stuff! You went from a perfectly civil conversation to fighting in the dirt! Valerie jumped out the window!”

“Oh that! Well Johnny said he wouldn’t tell me unless I fought him. So I did.”

Paulina spluttered at his relaxed statement before turning to their other classmate.

Their classmate who had literally jumped out a window less than ten seconds ago just shrugged. “I wasn’t about to turn down a fight.” Valerie said.

“Why?” Paulina cried.

Valerie just shrugged again. “It’s fun.”

Dash... had no idea how to respond to that. Apparently, neither did Paulina, because she just slumped into her chair.

Dash had no idea how to react to everything he was learning about Fenton and his friends today.

[hylianengineer]

What's the most evil lab equipment in your opinion 😂

In my very subjective opinion? Ion chromatographs are on my shit list. It's not really their fault - the one I have to work with is old, hasn't been maintained properly, and no one else knows how to use it so I have to figure out everything myself, which is NOT FUN! It's finicky, frustrating, and it requires working with sulfuric acid, which I do not enjoy. It's very very sensitive and if you accidentally contaminate it with ions, you will be troubleshooting for weeks trying to figure out what happened. Ions are everywhere, in everything. In dust, in tap water (and nearly all filtered water, we have a special machine that makes Ultra Pure water with no ions or anything in it), on your skin, on virtually every surface that hasn't been specially cleaned. So if you have extra ions that shouldn't be there, it's a guessing game - are they from the sample? The eluent? Sample vials? Glassware? Is the water filter malfunctioning? Are the ions even there at all or is the detector messed up? You just have to keep trying stuff until it sorts itself out. The one I work with has NOT sorted itself out yet and I've been at this for over two weeks. I'm at my wit's end here.

And bonus answer for non-instrument equipment: drying tins. They're these little aluminum trays to put soil or whatever in when you stick them in the drying oven but they make Bad Noises when they scrape together. Also they bend easily, so if you stack them and then they get knocked around, sometimes it becomes very very difficult to get them apart.

In contrast, the best instrument is the Gas Chromatograph and the best other equipment is micropippettes. The GC is straightforward, easy to use, really hard to contaminate, and rarely has technical problems (plus when it does, they're not my problem - I am not the designated GC expert). Micropippettes are just fun because it's satisfying to click the button to release the pipette tip and launch it into the trash can.

[hedghost]

done like pretty much no work today (i went in the lab to take something out the vacuum oven and then it wasn't dry so i put it back in at a higher temp, and that's genuinely it) all i'm doing is sitting here refreshing twitter until the bizet announcement drops

[thebakeologylab]

Chapter 3: They see me rollin'

Hello and welcome back to the Bakeology Lab! This week we are here to talk about all things Christmas!! Before I make it super obvious, Christmas is my favorite holiday. I love spending quality time with my family and during Christmas time we do just that. We decorate the Christmas tree, cook, bake and listen to Christmas music. Everything about it just brings me so much joy and gives me a feeling of nostalgia. Although I love everything about Christmas, the best and most anticipated part in my family is the exchanging of Christmas gifts. One of my love languages are gift giving so it only makes sense for me to get a gift for every single one of my friends and family. Every year, we have a tradition where all of my aunts, uncles and cousins come over to exchange gifts. It's the only time of year where everyone is together at the same place at the same time. It just warms my heart when all of my family members are together enjoying each other's company. Although the gifts I receive on Christmas are great and it may be expensive, the thing that I am most grateful for on that day is my family. A lot of people are not able to spend that special day with their loved ones which makes me sad but also super grateful that I have the luxury of doing so. Another thing my family loves to do is eat. So every Christmas, without fail, my aunt bakes bread, ham and various cakes and desserts. My favorite Christmas dessert of them all has to be cinnamon rolls. If I had to associate Christmas with a smell, it would definitely be cinnamon. When you make cinnamon rolls your entire house smells like Christmas and who doesn't want that? So, with that being said, after a lot of convincing, I have permission to share with you my aunt's cinnamon roll recipe this week!!! It's soft, sweet and I hope you love them as much as I do :)

Cinnamon roll recipe (10 rolls)

Ingredients

3 cups flour

2 eggs

3 tbsp sugar

1/2 tsp salt

2 1/2 tsp yeast

1/2 cup warm milk

3 1/2 tbsp butter

2 1/2 tbsp water

Filling

1/2 cup brown sugar

2 tsp cinnamon

Icing

1 cup icing sugar/powdered sugar

2 tbsp milk

1/2 tsp vanilla extract

Preparation

Add yeast to warm milk and set aside for 10 minutes. In a separate bowl, whisk together flour, sugar and salt. Add in your yeast mixture to the dry ingredients and mix. Whisk in your eggs one at a time then add in your water. Lastly, add in your softened butter and knead with your hands until it forms a soft dough. Place your dough into a greased bowl and cover to let it rise for 2 hours. While your dough is rising mix together your sugar and cinnamon for the filling. Roll out your dough into a rectangular shape and brush on melted butter. Sprinkle your cinnamon sugar mixture evenly then roll it into a long roll. Cut it into 10 equal pieces and place the rolls into a buttered baking dish. Cover for 10 minutes.

Bake at 350 degrees for 20 to 25 minutes. When your rolls are out of the oven, mix your icing. Evenly spread it on top of your rolls. Serve while still warm.

*you can always reheat your rolls in the microwave

Every year my aunt goes all out by making advent calendars by hand, so that we can count down the days until Christmas🎄🎁✨

[labotronicsscientific]

Vacuum drying oven

Vacuum drying oven is equipped with rapid heating and working temperature of 250 °C. It features four side heating method with temperature conductivity for shelves. Bullet proof dual observation window with acrylic exterior protection for easy process viewing. Circulating fan motor hot air ensures uniform temperature distribution in a chamber.

[crystalflores786]

Drying Oven

A drying oven, also known as a dry oven or simply an oven, is a piece of equipment used in various industries and laboratories to remove moisture or solvents from substances or samples. These ovens typically operate at elevated temperatures for a specified period, allowing for the evaporation of moisture without causing significant thermal degradation to the material being dried.

[noisytenant]

how safe are weed vapes compared to like regular vapes? I've recently heard vapes are like horrible for you cus you're just smoking a shit ton of chemicals but does that depends on what's being smoked?....since you said the weed is just being heated up is there less chemical intake overall or just less combustion byproduct like you said before (sorry if this makes like no sense I'm not familiar with this stuff at all or how it works lol but I also had a really bad experience with edibles and have bad lungs so I just wanted to know a bit more)

Hey sorry for responding so late I had gotten most of this post done after you first sent it but I ran out of energy and got too perfectionistic. Anyways here it is:

Excellent question! The first formal modern e-liquid vape was only released in 2003, though various attempts had been made earlier, which means we are still researching the long-term effects they have on health. When the average person says "vape", they almost exclusively mean "e-liquid vape".

Currently, what we can see about e-liquid vapes: They're not very good. They do reduce some smoking risks (no tar) but introduce other risks, and have a reputation of being safer and a potential smoking cessation aid while a reality of unregulated and poorly sourced ingredients which can cause acute and lasting lung damage.

Dry herb vaping, which is what I recommend, is much more straightforward, but only recently popularized and thus still needing more research.

At the risk of being a square: Any time you intentionally inhale something other than air, you're introducing more risk than if you simply never smoked or vaped anything. But like don't let that stop you, we take on risk all the time, that's what harm reduction's all about babey

Dry Vapes are Not Vapes

A vape or e-cigarette is a device that heats and vaporizes a liquid carrier with a suspension of the psychoactive chemical, either nicotine or THC. These are what people think of when they think of vapes, and these are generally the most problematic for having untested and unregulated chemicals while being touted as healthier.

A dry vape/dry herb vaporizer is the method I recommend, which heats the plant material (or concentrate like wax--I haven't done this myself personally) and evaporates the cannabinoids and terpenes without combustion. It's basically like baking your weed in a tiny oven.

This method was popularized most recently in 1993 with Eagle Bill's Shake and Vape, though apparently the principle of boiling vapor has existed since ancient times.

General Smoking Health Risks

Tobacco and weed both produce "tar" when burned--a catch-all for a variety of chemicals, many of which are carcinogenic, produced during combustion. The tar isn't made from the THC or the nicotine, but from the plant matter itself and its additives. If you burn plant matter and inhale the smoke, you inhale a certain number of toxic and carcinogenic chemicals.

There is some conflict on if smoking weed causes cancer. It certainly doesn't carry the same correlation as tobacco, but the reasons are unknown. We don't have long-term studies verifying a connection between the two. Very preliminary lab tests suggest that THC and CBD have antitumor effects, but it'll be a while before we can figure out the deal. There is still risk!!!

Regardless, the deposition of tar in lungs is an irritant and increases risks of things like bronchitis. For someone with asthma or weak lungs, smoking of any kind causes problems.

E-Cigarettes, or e-liquid vapes

E-cigarettes were manufactured to counter tobacco cigs starting in 2003. An e-cig heats a liquid with a suspension of nicotine, atomizing it into droplets of vapor that are then inhaled.

The liquid is usually propylene glycol or glycerol with other additives like flavorants. It seems like propylene glycol and glycerol have been safe for ingestion as a food additive, but being atomized in an inhaled form is pretty new and the effects aren't well-known.

The major issue is that we don't have a standardized and proven-effective vape juice formula. E-liquid is poorly regulated and many samples contain entirely unidentified substances.

This is the major cause for concern.

THC vape liquids have similar issues, including being cut with Vitamin E acetate, which was correlated with a string of vaping-related lung disease, though not fully confirmed to be the culprit.

Hopefully this delineates why vaping, as in e-liquid vaping, is problematic, and why dry vape is comparatively safer.

Why dry herb vape?

The boiling of the material introduces fewer (but not 0) unknown or undesired chemicals into the airstream. You're primarily getting the cannabinoids.

On a user experience level: It's quite weed-efficient, the weed tastes better w/o the smoke, it produces less smell, the vapor is less harsh on the lungs (you can and will still cough if you inhale too much tho), not much less portable than a joint

You can get a bong adapter and get megahigh still (I do have a bong but I don't like getting that fucked up)

Some vapes can heat concentrates, wax, etc. for potent highs (I haven't done this. But you can. Research yourself)

The already vaped bud (AVB) can be saved and reused for edibles, extracts, and concentrates; it's gonna be stripped of a lot of the psychoactives already, but not all of them--obvs be mindful of dosing here

Downsides: You do have to recharge battery vapes and get over the learning curve of batteryless (I'm pretty shit at using mine). You also have to clean your equipment every once in a while which is nbd for me who likes cleaning but yknow it does require upkeep. Easier than cleaning a bong tho

So, could you dry vape tobacco?

You can, but you probably shouldn't. Nicotine itself is highly physically and psychologically addictive and classified as toxic, and while it isn't considered carcinogenic, it is potentially a tumor promoter.

Pretty much everyone I know who's on nic tells me they don't like it, they wish they could quit, and they would never want me or anyone else to start.

Last, some Dry Herb Vaporizer Tips

Controlling the temperature allows you to control which cannabinoids are released to a certain extent.

Hot vapor can still irritate your lungs. Keeping a relatively low temperature (Guides indicate the best range) and having a long enough vapor path that the vapor can cool will help you have a smoother inhale.

Do not use a vaporizer with cheap elements. Plastic near the heating element will cause by-products.

Contaminants and pesticides can be inhaled, source your material appropriately

Overheating can still cause combustion. You will smell, taste, and see smoke if this happens.

All the physical and psychological risks of weed are present--Take it easy, know your limits, don't vape or smoke when you're in an unstable state, etc.

Thanks for reading, I hope this helps you make informed decisions and potentially find a way of intaking weed that suits your needs :) If you have any more Qs I'll try to answer (IN FEWER WORDS)

[scifrey]

NINE-TENTHS

Part Six

I get all of the gear flicked on, checking water levels and pulling the wands out of the sanitizer, then grind the first pot for the perc. As the espresso machine chugs its way to wakefulness, I peer into garbage cans and inspect tables. The till is all counted out neatly, with a post-it note reminding me to buy a roll of quarters stuck to the crisp purple stack of tens. 

Obviously Min-soo closed last night, ‘cause she always kills it.

In the dark kitchen, I crank the industrial oven up as high as it will go to pre-warm, scoop dough from the huge bowl Min-soo made last night onto trays, and climb the ladder to dump a burlap sack of fresh beans into the massive stainless steel bean roaster in pride of place in the corner of the kitchen. 

In my back pocket, my phone starts playing a punk version of You're the Cream in My Coffee. Shit. That's my alarm to start the second batch of scones. Dammit. I don't have time to let the oven preheat properly. I shove the tray in.

Then it’s back out to the front, where he is sitting primly in his corner, eyes on his newspaper. 

Yeah, I'm a basic bitch and prefer coffee that's more sugar and froth than bean juice, but there’s something so good about fresh-brewed black coffee first thing in the morning. That's art in its own right, my loves. I interrupt the drip machine to pour myself a mug, and I take one selfish minute to revel in a perfect sip.

But what is usually a soft symphony of my mornings is instead a self-inflicted agony. The plink of coffee into the carafe, the hiss of the espresso machine, the hum and clunk of the bean-roster in action, all punctuated by the crisp rustle of his newspaper? Agony.

A year ago, I would use this quiet time to work on my thesis. Before that, it would have been an essay, or a lab, or something else I’d procrastinated. Now, I have nothing to work on. Nothing to do but this. Nowhere to go but here. No career, no demand, no drive, just… 

Me. 

And him. 

And the stretching, hissing, clunking, dripping silence. 

 "Ugh, get your ass in gear, you embarrassment," I mutter to myself.

"Beg pardon?" he asks, voice raised politely.

Shit. 

"I said, uh, the espresso machine is warmed up. Caffe tobio?" 

"Please." He crosses his legs. There's a flash of turquoise at his ankle. I only catch it for a second, but it looks like he's wearing socks with cartoon dragons on them. Huh, okay… that’s more playful than I expected him to be. 

"Coming right up."

"I appreciate it. And you are well?" he says, which is the longest string of words I've ever heard out of him. Shame.

"Yeah." I turn to the machine, tapping out a careful twenty-seven seconds with the toe of my chucks, timing as the espresso fills the demitasse. So I'm completely in my head, and totally not expecting it when his voice comes from somewhere much too close, just over my left shoulder. 

"Oversleeping could be the sympto—" 

"Gah!" I shout, and Christ no, the wand in my hand goes flying up, up, sprinkling boiling-hot grounds like freaking pixie dust. 

He ducks and snaps the newspaper over his head as they rain down. The sharp clatter of the wand hitting the tile makes us both wince. We stare across the counter at one another, eyes wide, with what I assume are matching shocked expressions.

"Are you—" he starts again and I hold out a hand to stop him. 

"I'm fine." 

"I've never known you to—" 

"Shit, you're chatty today," Maybe that came out cattier than it should have. He flinches, stung. A glob of espresso grounds plops off his shoulder and splats on the tile floor. "Sorry, sorry! That came out wrong. I'm not… I'm not having a good morning." 

"My apologies," he murmurs mournfully, and aw, no. 

"I'll make you another one," I say quickly. "On the house. Just… sit, and I'll—" 

"Perhaps I should go." He lowers his paper and flicks grounds off the toe of his shoe. Oh, shit, are they expensive? Am I going to have to pay for, I dunno, shoe dry cleaning? 

"No, please." That lurch in my stomach again, and it's only because a morning that has started terribly (and has only gotten worse) would really become awful if he wasn’t sitting in the sunlight, glimmering and reading.

It would be just wrong.

"If you are ill, you ought to be taking care of yourself first. Don't you have a colleague who could cover—" 

"I got a new alarm clock, I didn't wake up, it’s fine, it doesn’t matter."

"It does to me." He crunches the ruined paper in his hands, flexing and twisting. "In fact, I, er, perhaps it is time I confessed that… I smell something burning." 

"You smell burning?" I swig another mouthful of coffee from the mug I'd left by the till, and take a deep breath to calm myself. Wait. "I smell it, too." 

His eyes flick to the door behind me, slit pupils dilating. "The kitchen." 

"The scones!" I squawk and spin on the spot. I slip in spilled espresso, toppling sideways. Before I can hit the ground, he lunges across the countertop, catching my arm in a grip that's stronger than I think he realizes. It also prickles. 

Trying to get my stupid feet under me, I catch the barest flash of red scale and black, long-tipped nails. Then his hand is back to perfectly pale peach, fussily manicured, and human. 

I shrug him off and push through the door. I shouldn't have gasped, that was a stupid thing to do when the air is heavy with smoke. But I do, and jerk to a stop, folding double, coughing. He runs into me. I nearly topple. That prickling grip pulls me upright again. 

"What can I do to—" he starts, but the fire alarm cuts him off.

"I forgot to turn down the goddamn oven!" 

"I'll get it." He reaches out with his free hand. It's covered in deep red scales, his fingertips ending in delicately curved claws. 

Holy crap.

He's dexterous, able to work the knob, then swing down the oven door. Black smoke, oily with burning fats, cascades into our faces. I cover my mouth and nose with the edge of my Henley, eyes burning. 

"Oven mitts!" I warn. 

"Not necessary!" He's got the tray balanced in his claws. "Where should I—?" 

And that's when the fire suppression system kicks in. 

It lets out a sharp, high whistle that startles him so badly the claws of the hand holding my arm spasm. They go right through my shirt and into flesh. 

I holler. 

Five things happen at once. 

First, he drops the tray of scones. It clatters off the tile, sending burnt pucks of dough into the air. One smacks into my leg, and two pelt him as we dance away. 

Second, he yanks his claws out of my arm, blood on the tips, and freaking hell, it stings. 

Third, white foam pours from the pipes that ring the kitchen ceiling, coating every surface in a bitter-tasting cloud. Including us.

Fourth, the guy makes a sort of gurgling belch noise, then a sharp bony click accompanied by a spark that looks exactly like the kind you get from a lighter. 

Fifth, he spits fire. 

Right into the corner. Where the giant custom bean roaster is. The drum is perforated, and the beans inside it immediately go up in flames. They're so hot they burn blue. The steel drum starts to goddamn melt.

"Coc y gath," he gasps in horror, dithering on the spot.

"Holy shit," I say, clamping my hand down over the punctures in my arm.

"I'm terribly sorry!" he shouts over the sound of the alarm and the hiss of the foam deflating around us. "I didn't mean to—I was startled!" 

The urgency of the situation suddenly hits home, fire crawling up the wall toward the ceiling, and I scream: "Put it out!" 

"What do you want me to do? Suck it back up?" he shouts back, all his cool calm evaporating in the heat of the inferno. "I'm a dragon, not a fire extinguisher!" 

Well. 

Fuck this meet-cute straight to hell, then.

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[schakira]

if you discovered a new kind of vegetable like one that had never been discovered before science has NEVER seen anything like this vegetable.... what would you do with the vegetable...

well first how many samples do we have? first thing i'd do is plant the vegetable in the best most comfortable and rich soil ever to make sure it grows again and give it moderate amounts of water and sun to ensure it grows some more so i can harvest more of this vegetable.

then i do a poison test! i taste the leaves and the vegetable, touch them and rub a tiny amount on my lips to check if i have any negative side effects. i check for bitter or awful tastes. i wait for 15 minutes, then proceed with another taste with a small bit of the plant, and wait another few hours. i keep testing until i realize that there are no poisonous substances.

i still prepare one sample to send to a lab, but for now i want to do my discoveries on my own. :3

in the meantime, i'll try to note down everything i can about the vegetable. i'll doodle it, get its general shape, write my impressions, my thoughts on it while observing it. then i'll start doing a general more detail illustration of the plant's anatomy from the outside and in cross sections, noting down each region and how they smell, what they feel like, amounts of water, etc etc...

i lack the biological knowledge or vernacular to correctly note down each part of the plant's anatomy so i'll just keep the plant illustration intact and as detailed as i can. then i take a bunch of really detailed pictures and videos of the plant and vegetable from all sides, and watch how it grows.

after that i wanna try a litmus test and check the ph level of the plant... i'd probably get a litmus paper or smth.

now that i've done enough researches on the vegetables, it's time to cook it if it's not poisonous :3

first, after cleaning it thoroughly in water, i'll try tasting it raw no cuts, and see how it pairs with salt and then sugar, separately. after this, i'll dice it and tr to sauté it and taste it as is. based on how it tastes, i'll see if i'd rather pair it with a spicy sauce or a milder sauce. if it's a tiny bit bitter or chewy then i'll go for spicy, but if it has a more earthy flavor then i'll add more spices.

i'll also try to eat it in a soup, and also just cooked raw in the oven. i wanna see the panel of different tastes this plant can offer me. can i also make a tea out of it? out of its leaves and whatnot? i'll get the residual bits of the vegetable i cut off, put them all in the oven and cook them until they are fully dry, then pummel them into a fine powder to make either seasoning spices out of this vegetable, or powder for tea.

of course, i'll be documenting all of my researches on video because this is priceless data and i control all of it hehe.

after this, if i still have enough vegetables to both send to a laboratory, and to make more dishes out of, i'll make a few dishes that i deem are perfect for this vegetable, and serve them to me myself and i because if it's somehow still poisonous or smth im not giving it to my family... though i doubt it because i would have already died by now.

anyways. i take all of the document material i have, put them all together in a 30mn long video documentary. after which, i send a snippet to a lab and tell them i am renting the video for approximately [I Have Bills to Pay]$ dollars. and if they're interested, i can send them my thoroughly documented video and a sample of the plant for more money, because i have bills to pay and also put a lot of effort in this. of course i am all for sharing information publicly.

except not now because i am in dire need of some money. sorry for being a capitalist.... but i would have probably already posted and sent some bits and pieces of my researches either on here or to various friends. not on twitter. i hate twitter. not on insta either. just here or on discord or whatever.

i'd also listen to a bunch of advice from people as well, just in case.

i think that's about everything i would do if i ever discovered a new vegetable. :3c

[disabledeldritchbeing]

adding on to this:

crushing your pills and pouring it in a drink is okay. you don't have to swallow them whole. If crushing them takes too much energy, using a blender or a asking for a capsule (and just pouring it out) are options.

if walking is difficult, don't feel bad about using a wheel chair either. you don't have to be "disabled enough" to use them.

same goes for AAC boards. If you have unorganized/disordered thought, you're having a meltdown/overstimulated, situationally mute, etc you can use an AAC board. you aren't "stealing a resource," you're using a resource you need.

if drinking water is difficult for you to keep up with, pack a cup a jello with your lunch. it helps keep you hydrated.

in a colder climate, you only need to shower 2-3 times a week to keep your skin healthy. in a warmer climate, every other day works. if your energy crashes, don't worry about not being able to shower.

dry body wash exists, along with dry shampoo, both go a long way.

the thumb is the least painful for blood tests. the skin is also thicker on your dominant hand. you're allowed to request for a doctor to use a different finger for in-clinic tests.

pop pre-cut vegetables with oil into a mini-oven/microwave for a quick and easy meal. add seasoning of your choice.

it's okay to apply numbing cream to your good vein before getting blood drawn. some labs/clinics even offer it as an in-office option.

you don't have to sleep laying down. investing in a neck pillow might do you good though.

most text-to-speak tools automatically scroll for you.

compression socks/gloves/sleeves go a long way.

red-ish flashlights/lamps are less disruptive to your vision than white lights. perfect for light sensitivity and when you keep the lights off.

it's perfectly reasonable to cling unto the stair railing for your dear life. i do it all the time.

collection of useful things tumblr has taught me:

even if you can't fall asleep, laying down with your eyes closed will still rest your body

you don't have to brush your teeth standing up

you don't have to do any chore standing up, from dishes to showering

you don't have to shower with the lights on

if you can't brush your teeth, flossing and a tongue scraper gets rid of plaque and bad breath

if you can't do that, mouthwash kills a lot of bacteria

eating "unhealthy" food is better than eating no food

you can make the same meal everyday for however long you still want it

some pills come in syrups or chewables if you can't swallow them

kids nutritional shakes can be a quick way to get fuel if you can't eat/don't have time

if walking hurts/exhausts you on a regular basis, canes and rollers are for you, no matter how young you are

we have free will—if doing something "out of the ordinary" makes life easier for you, do it

if you have even a dollar to spare, please consider donating to Alaikum's family.

they're a large family at only 10% of their goal to evacuate, and could use any help you can give!!

[lpath081]

Laboratory diaries

Small update on the lab work that I've been doing in Adamson University for my thesis. Progress is slow but somehow fulfilling since we are still the group that is conducting their preliminary tests.

Food and travel costs are expensive, and my back is tired because there are no chairs inside the laboratory. But still, there were little time to sit down tho since it was a busy week. I was tasked with the preparation of the raw materials which includes gathering, cutting, air-drying, oven-drying and pulverizing and sieving the carbon precursor. This entire process can be performed once per two weeks since each cycle of raw material preparation prepares a large enough quantity to supply preliminary tests.

The laboratory does not have air conditioning and the furnaces running creates a hot environment coupled with the requirement of wearing laboratory gowns on top of your clothes adds to the heat and I'm a very sweaty person so I'm a slicked back gecko everytime.

Additionally, the time that the laboratory opens is right on morning rush hour and by the time it closes it is right on the afternoon rush hour which gives 2 hours for each way of commute. This adds on to the stress and is very tiresome but it gives me time to listen to podcasts.

The downside of being at the laboratory everyday, it has hindered directly with the time that I have alloted for my running and workout times. Maybe next week I won't be as needed as often to be at laboratory. Only time will tell. Find the courage to keep moving forward!