[S] I'm Not Your Toy

[Capsule]

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Dear Adventurers of the Kingdom, the remainder of the sheet stamped to the wall said. Pinned to the top of the only table in the room was the rest of the letter, and beneath it, two recipes she needed to complete to do her share of the event. The tools she needed were scattered around on the table, but Capsule herself was on the other side of the room. There was a roaring party going on next door, and the inn staff did not seem keen on breaking up the roaring Adventures. Loud music and a feminine voice of enchanting quality wafted into the albino's room.

Too shy and wary to join in on the festivities, Capsule opted to enjoy the party from the comfort of her rented room. A bottle of apple flavored ale was carelessly held in one hand, a small bag in the other. She was wearing nothing but her smallclothes and a bit torn rag looped around her pale, slender neck. Here, alone in her room, she could dance like no one was watching. She was also totally f**ked up, but somehow able to craft? Yeah, she totally was! Pharmacy was so easy, home skillet.

Her hips moved with added fervor as she took a long swallow of the apple ale, and after enthusiastically bobbing her head in time with the rhythm, tugged the rag up over her mouth and nose. Wasn't this how the people who made illegal drugs went about their trade? The Appetite Inducer should not cause her to inhale anything untoward, but the Antacid Elixer utilized salt and solvents.

Capsule slammed the end of her bottle down on the table, and seized her mortar… and then put it back down again. What did she need…? Oh, right. Salt. Solvents. That good stuff. The Enchanter spent almost a full minute just staring at the mortar, before realizing she was holding the salts in her hand. Wait. It was already ground, so she wouldn't need her mortar and pestle, right? "Why is this so neeping complicated," her muffled voice sounded from behind the rag. These Landers were freaking slave drivers, and asking way too much from their betters.

Whatever. She could do this. She was a great Pharmacist! Hips steadily popping to the beat once more, Capsule sought for and located the small kettle needed for brewing potions. She set it on the burner and switched it on. When a bit of smoke arose from the empty bottom, she realized her mistake and rushed to add a little water to the pot.

The salts were dumped in first, followed by the solvents. Now she just had to… sit -- NOT and stare. Capsule took one look at the mushy stuff in the kettle, and turned around to hop back into dancing.

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Muse:I'm Not Your Toy
Notes:BLOOD'S FAULT / 467
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CODED BY BENETNASCH

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[Capsule]

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Too drunk to know better, Capsule almost splashed some of her apple ale into the slowly brewing Antacid Elixir. In her mind, that would have made the drank so much tastier for the poor saps who had to drink it, but would only cause the concoction to come out horribly. 'Sides, her apple drank tasted so much better on her -- "Eek!" That wasn't her mouth, that was her chest. Her (now) wet and cold chest. Cursing furiously under her breath in a mixture of garbled English and German, she tried once more… and spilled her drank over the rag covering her mouth.

The woman threw her head back in exasperation, almost tripping and falling onto her ass in the process. With her free hand, she reached up and yanked the rag down. This time, some of the drank got onto her cheek and a little up her nose, but most of it went into her mouth. That was quite acceptable. By the time she had finished cleaning herself up, it occurred to her that she should probably check on the status of the elixir what made indigestion stop.

It looked okaaaaay maaaaaaybe? Capsule squatted down on the floor beside the kettle, and with a spoon she poked at its innards. A hard piece of salt was dislodged from a dry spot in the pot. That was… that was not good, right? Glancing around like a misbehaving child hoping to cover up their crimes before they were spotted by a parental figure, Capsule added more water to the elixir, and dedicated a few minutes to breaking (read: beating the ever loving snot out of) the clump of salt. She couldn't turn in a substandard potion? What would the neighbors say?!

Just doing this would have killed her buzz, though, so she took more and more sips from the bottle, which was running dangerously low. "Durnk cwafting ist so mach betta than… hm!" She felt delightfully tingly and happy right now. Why had she thought it would make her feel downhearted and sadder than usual? This stuff was a real mood booster! She thought that now, but later she would wake up feeling like she'd been slammed by a train.

She ended up lying flat on her stomach, hand idly stirring at the contents of the kettle. The spoon did not strike any other hard clumps of salt, so she just assumed all was good and well. The hard part of this task was trying to mentally count the duration of the brewing, which she could do easily enough without the aid of a clock or timer. In her drunken state, some guesstimates had to be made. The elixir seemed fine when she began the bottling process, however, and was safely stored somewhere her drunken self would not trample upon it.

Capsule's last semi-coherent thought before she blacked out was of her turning off the burner and kicking the kettle over. That was going to leave a stain.

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Muse:I'm Not Your Toy
Words:497
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CODED BY BENETNASCH

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