A "My First Science Kit" would come in real handy about now,〈 gwen observes, making a little face.
the water laps gently at the edge of the reservoir. it looks—normal enough. dark, though that is to be expected what with the perpetual cloud cover. but they were both witness to its effects earlier, and each knows damn well not to let a drop touch them. for science's sake, though, they need the source.
gwen stands behind percy, head tilted lightly in the direction of the camp. hearing and vision both saw an improvement following the spider's bite, but it is her spider-sense that she is currently focusing on and it is, blessedly, quiet. no danger. for the moment, anyway. 〉
At this point, I'd settle for a proper pair of tongs. [Since they don't even have that much, Percy's had to fashion a makeshift pair. He trusts Gwen to alert him if there's any danger coming their way, so he doesn't bother to look around as he pulls it and some vials from under a shabby shirt.
Getting the samples is almost anticlimactic, for all the prep he did. He cleans them off meticulously, with a cloth he usually keeps for his glasses—that's fine, he'll just find another somehow miraculously clean cloth somewhere around here.]
Here it is. [It looks normal enough, even in the vial.] Don't drink the whole thing. A sip or two should be enough for any symptoms to appear. [He purses his lips, worry written in how his brow furrows.] Perhaps more than.
〈 she carefully takes the vial, and holds a finger horizontally over it. seemingly slipping from her skin, a small, black shape resolves into a spider, roughly the shape of a black widow, though a little larger in size and lacking the characteristic hourglass marking on its abdomen. the spider ingests a couple of drops and retreats from the vial to hop onto her sleeve. gwen stoppers the vial, and webs it shut for good measure.
raising her arm to eye level, she studies the spider, which has yet to keel over. off to a good start. 〉 Now, we wait.
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the water laps gently at the edge of the reservoir. it looks—normal enough. dark, though that is to be expected what with the perpetual cloud cover. but they were both witness to its effects earlier, and each knows damn well not to let a drop touch them. for science's sake, though, they need the source.
gwen stands behind percy, head tilted lightly in the direction of the camp. hearing and vision both saw an improvement following the spider's bite, but it is her spider-sense that she is currently focusing on and it is, blessedly, quiet. no danger. for the moment, anyway. 〉
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Getting the samples is almost anticlimactic, for all the prep he did. He cleans them off meticulously, with a cloth he usually keeps for his glasses—that's fine, he'll just find another somehow miraculously clean cloth somewhere around here.]
Here it is. [It looks normal enough, even in the vial.] Don't drink the whole thing. A sip or two should be enough for any symptoms to appear. [He purses his lips, worry written in how his brow furrows.] Perhaps more than.
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〈 she carefully takes the vial, and holds a finger horizontally over it. seemingly slipping from her skin, a small, black shape resolves into a spider, roughly the shape of a black widow, though a little larger in size and lacking the characteristic hourglass marking on its abdomen. the spider ingests a couple of drops and retreats from the vial to hop onto her sleeve. gwen stoppers the vial, and webs it shut for good measure.
raising her arm to eye level, she studies the spider, which has yet to keel over. off to a good start. 〉 Now, we wait.