punishment-? oh.. oh yeah… okay
*nods* Yeah. So… first, I’m going to ask that you not play video games for a while. I’m thinking a week.
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Heh,
yeah. *he pulls one of the pods from his hoodie pocket, squeezing it a
little* how do these things even work? Does the plastic disolve? Does it
pop from the pressure of the water?Oh – so the plastic is supposed to dissolve with water, and as the water moves it also rubs it against clothes so friction breaks it open faster. Warmer water is preferred as things dissolve in it faster, but it depends on what your fabrics need I think.
Hm. Cool.
*looks at Max, surprised, but then smiles* I’m glad that you think so!
Mhm. I’ve always wanted to try and throw one to see how hard I needed to throw it so it would pop, it never worked before.
I don’t know if throwing it with just your hand would do it… maybe with a slingshot. The pods need to be sturdy enough to be jostled around in their containers during transport to stores and to homes.
Maybe. ‘Could probably make-shift a slingshot and try that too, y’know, for science.
Heh… yeah, for science. Though I dunno about leaving splats of detergent in nature. Something might come along and try to lick it up…
Heh,
yeah. *he pulls one of the pods from his hoodie pocket, squeezing it a
little* how do these things even work? Does the plastic disolve? Does it
pop from the pressure of the water?Oh – so the plastic is supposed to dissolve with water, and as the water moves it also rubs it against clothes so friction breaks it open faster. Warmer water is preferred as things dissolve in it faster, but it depends on what your fabrics need I think.
Hm. Cool.
*looks at Max, surprised, but then smiles* I’m glad that you think so!
Mhm. I’ve always wanted to try and throw one to see how hard I needed to throw it so it would pop, it never worked before.
I don’t know if throwing it with just your hand would do it… maybe with a slingshot. The pods need to be sturdy enough to be jostled around in their containers during transport to stores and to homes.
Heh,
yeah. *he pulls one of the pods from his hoodie pocket, squeezing it a
little* how do these things even work? Does the plastic disolve? Does it
pop from the pressure of the water?Oh – so the plastic is supposed to dissolve with water, and as the water moves it also rubs it against clothes so friction breaks it open faster. Warmer water is preferred as things dissolve in it faster, but it depends on what your fabrics need I think.
Hm. Cool.
*looks at Max, surprised, but then smiles* I’m glad that you think so!
Heh,
yeah. *he pulls one of the pods from his hoodie pocket, squeezing it a
little* how do these things even work? Does the plastic disolve? Does it
pop from the pressure of the water?
Oh – so the plastic is supposed to dissolve with water, and as the water moves it also rubs it against clothes so friction breaks it open faster. Warmer water is preferred as things dissolve in it faster, but it depends on what your fabrics need I think.
What? No I’m- *he looked down, noticing his knee* oh I am. Eh, no big deal.
No, Max, we should clean that. God knows what was on this pan when it cut you. Lemme clean up this mess, then we’ll head to the medical tent or… wherever a first aid kit would be here.
Alright, Fine. *he put the pot onto one of the tables and sat down* there might be one somewhere in here or QM had it.
*quickly stacks the pots and puts them back – carefully so he doesn’t get cut* Where do you think it would be? *he stands and starts to look in the cupboards*
Probably in the cabinets or something, I dunno.
That’s what I’m thinking. Let’s see… lard, butter, spices… it concerns me that all the spices are completely full.
Huh, that makes sense, actually.
Ugh, the garlic salt is full? Really? That’s the easiest to use, my dad says! Okay… whatever… *keeps looking. Finally finds a first aid kit…. right next to some rat poison.* That’s concerning…. Let’s hope the bandaids aren’t loose.
*Max shrugs* huh, woulda thought we’ve gotten rid of that. There should be like, some sort of neosporin and band-aids. That’s about it.
*looks in the kit. The bandaids aren’t in a box, but they’re individually wrapped and not soaked through with anything. He found the generic antibiotic as well and an alcohol swab* Okay, we’re in business. Max? Can you roll up your pant leg for me?
Yeah, sure. *he rolls up the legy with the ripped knee, trying his best to avoid the cut* Be careful with that antibiotic stuff, the shit stings.
The alcohol swab is going to sting worse, Max. Sorry in advance. *he pulls on some scientific gloves from his pocket and then tears open the alcohol swab packet. He takes the swab and gently starts to dab at the scratch*
*He jerks his knee away at first, hissing a little* Shhii- sorry.
Try to hold still. Just for a little bit. When was the last time you had a tetanus shot? This isn’t a puncture, but… I dunno.
I dunno. Probably when I was 7. I don’t keep track of that stuff. *he moves his knee back down do Carlos can finish what he’s doing*
*Carlos tries to hurry with the alcohol, but makes sure that there doesn’t look to be anything foreign in the scrape. He opens a bandaid and puts a bit of antibiotic on the gauze pad before he puts it on Max’s scrape, smoothing it down in place* There… that should do it.
Thanks. Now can we go do science stuff now?
Yes, of course. *pulls off the gloves and throws away the trash. He takes the rat poison out of the cupboard and puts it up in a higher cupboard, where kids hopefully can’t reach it. He then grabs the pot and starts to head out*
Maybe we could get some pond scum in it too,
Sure. That’d be interesting to observe. What do you think would happen?
I dunno. Probably something with bubbles.
You think it’ll react and create gas, you mean? That’s a good theory! I think the soap may be able to dissolve the algae and scum some – at least a bit. It’s meant to attack stains after all, right?
Yeah. Stains and throat and stomach lining- that was dark. Sorry.
… No, no, I guess… don’t be. It just means you’re aware of how dangerous they are. That’s good… I guess.
I mean, someone’s gotta be stupid or really young not to know that.
Some people will do anything in the name of an internet challenge, sadly. It’s… worrying.
What? No I’m- *he looked down, noticing his knee* oh I am. Eh, no big deal.
No, Max, we should clean that. God knows what was on this pan when it cut you. Lemme clean up this mess, then we’ll head to the medical tent or… wherever a first aid kit would be here.
Alright, Fine. *he put the pot onto one of the tables and sat down* there might be one somewhere in here or QM had it.
*quickly stacks the pots and puts them back – carefully so he doesn’t get cut* Where do you think it would be? *he stands and starts to look in the cupboards*
Probably in the cabinets or something, I dunno.
That’s what I’m thinking. Let’s see… lard, butter, spices… it concerns me that all the spices are completely full.
Huh, that makes sense, actually.
Ugh, the garlic salt is full? Really? That’s the easiest to use, my dad says! Okay… whatever… *keeps looking. Finally finds a first aid kit…. right next to some rat poison.* That’s concerning…. Let’s hope the bandaids aren’t loose.
*Max shrugs* huh, woulda thought we’ve gotten rid of that. There should be like, some sort of neosporin and band-aids. That’s about it.
*looks in the kit. The bandaids aren’t in a box, but they’re individually wrapped and not soaked through with anything. He found the generic antibiotic as well and an alcohol swab* Okay, we’re in business. Max? Can you roll up your pant leg for me?
Yeah, sure. *he rolls up the legy with the ripped knee, trying his best to avoid the cut* Be careful with that antibiotic stuff, the shit stings.
The alcohol swab is going to sting worse, Max. Sorry in advance. *he pulls on some scientific gloves from his pocket and then tears open the alcohol swab packet. He takes the swab and gently starts to dab at the scratch*
*He jerks his knee away at first, hissing a little* Shhii- sorry.
Try to hold still. Just for a little bit. When was the last time you had a tetanus shot? This isn’t a puncture, but… I dunno.
I dunno. Probably when I was 7. I don’t keep track of that stuff. *he moves his knee back down do Carlos can finish what he’s doing*
*Carlos tries to hurry with the alcohol, but makes sure that there doesn’t look to be anything foreign in the scrape. He opens a bandaid and puts a bit of antibiotic on the gauze pad before he puts it on Max’s scrape, smoothing it down in place* There… that should do it.
Thanks. Now can we go do science stuff now?
Yes, of course. *pulls off the gloves and throws away the trash. He takes the rat poison out of the cupboard and puts it up in a higher cupboard, where kids hopefully can’t reach it. He then grabs the pot and starts to head out*
Maybe we could get some pond scum in it too,
Sure. That’d be interesting to observe. What do you think would happen?
I dunno. Probably something with bubbles.
You think it’ll react and create gas, you mean? That’s a good theory! I think the soap may be able to dissolve the algae and scum some – at least a bit. It’s meant to attack stains after all, right?
Yeah. Stains and throat and stomach lining- that was dark. Sorry.
… No, no, I guess… don’t be. It just means you’re aware of how dangerous they are. That’s good… I guess.
What? No I’m- *he looked down, noticing his knee* oh I am. Eh, no big deal.
No, Max, we should clean that. God knows what was on this pan when it cut you. Lemme clean up this mess, then we’ll head to the medical tent or… wherever a first aid kit would be here.
Alright, Fine. *he put the pot onto one of the tables and sat down* there might be one somewhere in here or QM had it.
*quickly stacks the pots and puts them back – carefully so he doesn’t get cut* Where do you think it would be? *he stands and starts to look in the cupboards*
Probably in the cabinets or something, I dunno.
That’s what I’m thinking. Let’s see… lard, butter, spices… it concerns me that all the spices are completely full.
Huh, that makes sense, actually.
Ugh, the garlic salt is full? Really? That’s the easiest to use, my dad says! Okay… whatever… *keeps looking. Finally finds a first aid kit…. right next to some rat poison.* That’s concerning…. Let’s hope the bandaids aren’t loose.
*Max shrugs* huh, woulda thought we’ve gotten rid of that. There should be like, some sort of neosporin and band-aids. That’s about it.
*looks in the kit. The bandaids aren’t in a box, but they’re individually wrapped and not soaked through with anything. He found the generic antibiotic as well and an alcohol swab* Okay, we’re in business. Max? Can you roll up your pant leg for me?
Yeah, sure. *he rolls up the legy with the ripped knee, trying his best to avoid the cut* Be careful with that antibiotic stuff, the shit stings.
The alcohol swab is going to sting worse, Max. Sorry in advance. *he pulls on some scientific gloves from his pocket and then tears open the alcohol swab packet. He takes the swab and gently starts to dab at the scratch*
*He jerks his knee away at first, hissing a little* Shhii- sorry.
Try to hold still. Just for a little bit. When was the last time you had a tetanus shot? This isn’t a puncture, but… I dunno.
I dunno. Probably when I was 7. I don’t keep track of that stuff. *he moves his knee back down do Carlos can finish what he’s doing*
*Carlos tries to hurry with the alcohol, but makes sure that there doesn’t look to be anything foreign in the scrape. He opens a bandaid and puts a bit of antibiotic on the gauze pad before he puts it on Max’s scrape, smoothing it down in place* There… that should do it.
Thanks. Now can we go do science stuff now?
Yes, of course. *pulls off the gloves and throws away the trash. He takes the rat poison out of the cupboard and puts it up in a higher cupboard, where kids hopefully can’t reach it. He then grabs the pot and starts to head out*
Maybe we could get some pond scum in it too,
Sure. That’d be interesting to observe. What do you think would happen?
I dunno. Probably something with bubbles.
You think it’ll react and create gas, you mean? That’s a good theory! I think the soap may be able to dissolve the algae and scum some – at least a bit. It’s meant to attack stains after all, right?
dead max is planning to steal a car and rob a liquor store, how do you feel about that? knowing you adopted a mistake?
You know, last time I listened to one of you guys I was wrong. Fool me twice and all that… Lemme just ask the boy myself.
@dedmaxsearchhistory? You hearing this? *gestures upward*
*he yawns and stretches* i’m good, thanks..
Alright. Rest up, Max. I’ll be here.
dead max is planning to steal a car and rob a liquor store, how do you feel about that? knowing you adopted a mistake?
You know, last time I listened to one of you guys I was wrong. Fool me twice and all that… Lemme just ask the boy myself.
@dedmaxsearchhistory? You hearing this? *gestures upward*
*he nods slightly* y-yeah, i guess.. *hic* .. Carlos i-i
promise not to rob anymore stores…*looks down at Max* You sure, buddy? YOu’re telling me the truth, right? *his voice is still soft, but it still demands honesty.*
y-yeah.. i’m sure… *he yawns and rubs his eyes* a promise is a promise…
I would love to see you keep it, Max. I think you should take some time to yourself now… you look tired.
i’m not tired.. i’m just… sad *he glances away, mumbling* i don’t want to be alone…
Why don’t you want to be alone, Max?
i don’t trust myselfi just don’t…Do you want me to sit in your tent with you? I do think a nap would do you some good. But if you’d rather not be alone, I can oblige you there as well. That is – if you’re okay with it. I know I’m not actually your dad, and I just realized how what I suggested sounds…
*he chuckles slightly and nods* thanks Carlos.. *he dries his eyes and gets up*
*Carlos stands up as well and brushes off his coat and legs. He then offers Max a hand to hold*
*he hesitates before taking Carlos’ hand and walking back to his tent, yawning ocasionally*
*Carlos is silent, not sure if Max wants to talk about anything else right then. They would go at Max’s pace.*
*he was quiet for awhile til they were almost at his tent, his voice still almost a whisper* do you remember the shadow people?
*he frowns. Yeah, he remembered.* Yeah, Max. Did… has something happened?
i think they decided they don’t like you anymore… *he stepped into his tent*
*Carlos was confused* They don’t like me… anymore? As in they had liked me before? Or did they just say they don’t like me?
they were mostly relaxed around you before but now.. *he sits on the edge of his bed and shrugs* they keep hissing at you
Do you know why? *closes the tent and goes to sit on the other cot across from Max.*
nope-* he pulls off his hoodie* it’s weird though, i’ve never seen them act like this..
Hissing, you mean?
yeah *he lays down*
Hm… um, okay then. Try to relax, Max. I’ll be here… *And he’ll figure out what to ground Max from*
*he puts his pillow over his face and mutters out* night i guess.. *there’s not alot in Maxs tent, a book bag and couple video games but not much else…*
Get some rest, Max. Do you have a water bottle? I can get it filled for you, in case you’re thirsty.
…. i don’t think i’ve had a drop of water since i came to camp, holy shyt-
What? Why? Nevermind… um, do you want some?
The Perfect Scientist 