room 313

The Mischief Behind the Scenes, Part IV: Even I Can’t Explain Everything

I’ve left my mark on the Lab Prep area, preparing many playful surprises for the human female and her staff.  However, there remain a few things that baffle even me.

Take this rubbery thing, for instance.  What in the Nine Realms IS this?

bulb

It’s as hollow as Thor’s head.

Or these.  They’ve been sitting on a shelf in here for years.  No one knows why, or what they were originally for.   Their origin story is lost in mists of Intro Bio time.

racquetballs

Eheheheh!  I wonder what happens if you drop them all down the stairwell at once…

During class change…

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The Mischief Behind the Scenes, Part III: A Tweak Here, a Tinker There

There’s just so much for a clever deity such as myself to do in here!  For example, I could recalibrate this micropipette to measure in milliliters instead of microliters.

micropipettor

That’s sure to wreak a little havoc with the delicate DNA-work the Prep Staff means to do today.

Nah… Prep Staff is clever. Really, they are all very smart.  Nothing gets past them.  They’re sure to figure it out right away.

hotplate

On the other hand, if they have to leave each other notes like this, maybe not.

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The Mischief Behind the Scenes, Part II: Organization is Key

The human female and her Prep Staff like things nice and organized.  It’s the only way to avoid total chaos.  The Checklist is sacrosanct, THE document that accounts for every test tube, every squiggly thing, and every dead thing.

checklist

It would be a shame if anything happened to it, if things that should be checked were somehow unchecked, or if the instructions were changed…  Hmm.  Let me think about this…

In the meantime, I’m sure there’s some other mischief I can get into.

reagent army

Oh, look–rows and rows of corrosive, flammable, toxic, yet light-sensitive chemicals.  What can I do with these?  I could… take off all the foil and let them degrade, thus ruining an experiment.  No, too easy.  I could poke little holes in all the dropper bulbs so that none of them work.  No, not mischiefy enough.

I know!  I will animate them all and have my own army of little chemical warriors.  There are enough students and staff with a real fear of hazardous substances that turning these fellows loose in the hallways to chase people around should be enough to bring business as usual to a screeching halt.

Come, my lovelies!  Let us go forth and sow chaos!

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