come_sailaway | Probably not the best place for a lab...

Who: Peter and you?
when: Sometime in June after Summer Camp Fun
Where: Fate's Design
What: Peter's still around and he might need more web fluid

[ Peter's gathered a few things up and taken over an unused table in the casino. Technically, he's not old enough to gamble, at least not by the US's standard and he's pretty sure gambling is straight up illegal in New York. But he's not here for that, he's here to try and make something resembling web fluid. His supply is dangerously low and he'd like to avoid running out if he can. ]

[ He's mixing chemicals and trying to be careful about it but his PPE is basically a pair of sunglasses and some tongs he may or may not have taken from the salad bar at the buffet. It's probably fine. He bites gently on his tongue as he carefully, carefully tips a glass carefully to join it with a roughly measure out batch of pre-mixed chemicals. ]

[ These are not the best conditions and this is not the best place to do this but he needs to experiment and it's not like there's a convenient lab something for him to work in. Just as he's think that maybe this isn't the best place for this there's a loud Pop! and Peter drops the tongs in alarm. ]

Uh.. [ He watches with baited breath as his concoction bubbles ominously with baited breath. It turns a weird purple color and bubbles over and out of the glass he's tried to contain it in. And then bubbles over again. ]

Shit!

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[Science experiment... right. Hythlodaeus chuckles, before waving his hand- a large towel appears, and he hands it over.]

Will this suffice?

[He's... not about to help actually clean up, he didn't make the mess. But he can help give Peter the means to do so.]

What exactly are you trying to make?

[ He grabs the offered towel glances at the purple mess. ]

Uh... hopefully?

[ Although his concoction is still rapidly growing in size. It's not... sentient is it? He didn't accidentally create a weird monster did he? There's no way, right? ]

Um.. webbing.

[ He opts to just tell him the truth. He's still holding the towel and very reluctant to approach his mess. ]

[It will have to suffice, because Hythlodaeus is using his own aether on this ship and making too much at once would leave him weakened. Not to mention, he never was great at creating things from the aether around him in the first place... that towel is kind of a miracle, honestly.]

Webbing.

[He repeats it, tilting his head.]

May I ask why?

[He steps away from the mess, since it's growing. He's a little worried about what may have been created here, but if he must use his bow, he will...]

[ Really, all it is is a bunch of foam but he's from a world where lab accidents tend to result in either superheroes or supervillains. He's just a little wary. ]

I'm almost out. So.. I gotta find a way to make more

[ the mess seems to have at least slowed in it's growth so that's a good sign, he thinks. ]

Oh my god! I think I know what happened!

[ He explained, realization dawning. ] I think I accidentally created devil's toothpaste.

...Which I really should have seen coming, I mean I was using peroxide.

Why, pray tell, did you need webbing in the first place?

[He's so confused. The explanation doesn't help, because Hythlodaeus doesn't know what peroxide is- though he at least knows what toothpaste is.]

This seems rather complicated... you must be rather clever in order to make any sense of it.

For a lot of reasons. To stop bad guys mostly.

[ he answers with a shrug and then finally approaches the foam. It definitely made a mess, that was for sure. ]

Not really, it's simple experiment- you mix soap, peroxide and some kinda catalyst like potassium iodide and- [ he mimics a minor explosion with his hands, completely with a little 'pop!' sound for effect. ]

It's really cool when you're expecting it.

[Hythlodaeus scratches his head, then decides to simply go along for the ride. Right, peroxide and potassium iodide... he will just pretend he knows what they are, because asking seems like a rabbit hole of confusion.]

I suppose it would be interesting to make something like this intentionally... even if you had me convinced you'd created some kind of creature for a moment there.

[And potentially not a friendly one, either.]

yeah, for a moment there I thought I did to. That would be just my luck.

[ he drops the towel on the foam and it flattens instantly. ]

I do kinda need to know what I put in there that potentially has potassium iodide in it... [ You know, to avoid being blind sided by this again. ]

Well, I wish you luck in that endeavour. I'm afraid I haven't a clue what potassium iodide even is...

[He chuckles, but shrugs.]

So... what exactly do you mean by using webbing to stop "bad guys?"

[He doesn't even know what a superhero is, but having powers of a sort isn't something too strange to him at least.]

Oh.. it's just a chemical compound. It's nothing dangerous.

[ He assures and then looks at the mess he's made. ] Just don't uh.. touch it. It might be kinda sticky.

Anyways, It's part of my brand, I have spider powers, so back home I use the stuff to catch like bank robbers and stuff.

Spider powers, is that so? What exactly do those entail? I have never met someone with such powers, you see.

[The webbing makes more sense now, though it does seem a hassle for Peter to have to make it all by himself. Still, he seems smart enough that he wouldn't ordinarily have an issue with it.]

I can stick to any surface, I have the proportional strength and equilibrium of a spider and I heal fast.

[ just spider things. ]

I'm not really surprised, I don't think radioactive spiders are exactly common in other worlds.

Oh! May I see? Ah- you sticking to a surface, that is.

[He seems delighted by the idea, eyes lighting up.]

Or do you need your web for such a thing?

Nah, they webs just help me get around town faster and catch bad guys.

[ he glances around for something he could stick too and opts to grab the bottle of peroxide he'd used. He sticks his hand to it and without actually gripping it with his fingers, he picks it up. ]

[Hythlodaeus perks up, watching the bottle stick to Peter's hand.]

Interesting! Would that I could simply touch something and pick it up, though I imagine that would get irritating if I couldn't put it down again... does that ever happen?

Probably not the best place for a lab...

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