fandomhigh | Science Classroom; Tuesday [ 08/02 ].

So there it was. A large chunk of rock sitting in the middle of a laboratory classroom, waiting to be researched. Jane wasn’t entirely sure it wanted to be researched, though, with all the elusiveness and mystery it was giving off, but, then again, geology was hardly her area of scientific expertise, and she had a feeling it wasn’t quite Miss Granger’s forte either.

Thankfully, that was why they had their brilliant and inquisitive students to help, yes?

Goodness, she hoped so! Either way, a ~~handwavey~~ message had been sent out to the student body, encouraging anyone who was interested to come on in and help them out today.

“Hello, students,” she gave them a bit of an uncertain smile. “Thank you all for coming and giving us a hand with this most mysterious piece of rock. It’s so good to see so many of you eager to help, but Miss Granger and myself must ask you to take the utmost care. Clearly, we are uncertain what we are dealing with, so we must be careful.”

"Yes, please. I wish we had more information to give you," said Hermione, and don't think that wasn't bothering her. Of course, she'd also decided that if there was some strange mysterious rock that no one knew anything about, she was not going to be touching it unless it was absolutely necessary. At least without gloves. She knew that was probably just paranoia. "If there is anything you can tell us about it, don't hesitate to speak up."

“We’ve got gloves, microscopes, goggles, you name it,” Jane offered, “and also plenty of books for reference. Let’s use our resources and try to figure out what we can. Consider everything; even if you find something that’s just minutely interesting or different or strange, it could be useful.”

"Now, if anyone has any questions, we'll answer them as best we can," Hermione went on. "But let's get started and see what we can find, shall we?"

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Topher ran a quick scan with it himself, once again finding nothing useful. He shook his head, bemused.

"Guess your phone could use some upgrades, huh?" he couldn't help but snark.

"I could access the NSA's systems on that," Tony replied peevishly. "The stone isn't reading right."

Cat fiiiiight.

"Suuuure," Topher said. Giving Tony a condescending look, he held the stone up to one of his own scanners.

And... nothing.

"Huh?!"

Damnit.

"Something wrong?" Oh, boys.

"This -- this rock is broken!" Topher pronounced.

Yes, obviously.

He picked it up to inspect it, and found it squish slightly in his hand, molding into a slightly different shape. He stared.

"Is this clay?"

Computer whiz, yes. Neuro geek, yes. But a geologist, Topher was not.

"If it was clay, trust me, we'd be able to tell," Tony replied with a sigh, reaching to touch it without the gloves. He lived on the edge! "It's--almost metallic."

Oh, god, Tony, NOOOOOO! ~~Now you would need an expertly-photoshopped monster icon!~~

"A soft metal that..." He glanced at the scale. "Decays, apparently. What is it?!"

~~DAMN THOSE ICONS!~~

"Huh. It's warm." SERIOUSLY, THAT WASN'T GOOD.

"Should we try to... cool it?" he guessed. "Maybe it, like... likes this temperature?"

"We could see how it reacts to temperature variations," Tony replied brightly. "I have a plasma torch if we want to break it out..."

Okay, first of all, that could be helpful. But second of all, that was awesome.

"DO IT," Topher pronounced.

They were the worst people to investigate this ever. Ever.

Tony grinned again, grabbing a pair of work gloves and goggles to put on before picking up the torch. "Do you have sunglasses?"

Well, at least they weren't ponies this time. Eager nerdy ponies poking at a rock and a plasma torch might be worse.

"Yup!" Even better, he had goggle sunglasses! He pulled them on, then leaned just shy of dangerously close to the torch. "Do ittttt!"

Tony snorted in amusement before igniting the torch with great importance. He very carefully let the flame hit the stone at first, but moved it closer once it was clear nothing was melting.

"The color isn't even changing!"

"What the -- huh?"

Part of him was frustrated, but the other part was delighted that the rock was putting up a fight. "Hello, rock, you're on fire!"

That was helpful.

Turning up the heat, Tony watched as still nothing happened. Then, after a moment, finally shut it off.

"Huh. Think adding water will crack it?"

"Couldn't hurt," Topher said with a shrug. He actually had a squirt gun on him at all times now -- defense against people like Kate and Ramona, for the most part -- so he took it out and squirted it at the rock.

And... no reaction.

"SERIOUSLY!?"

Tony made a frustrated noise, entering that into his phone. "Do you think the school has any CO2 on hand?"

Topher was facepalming.

And once that was over? Running a frustrated hand through his hair and shaking his head.

"Probably not," he said. "We could make some, though. Yeast fermentation?"

~~So said his mun's ninth-grade Bio-Chem!~~

"...might take a while." DAMN IT, HE MISSED HIS PROFESSIONAL LAB FILLED WITH FUN TOYS.

"I wish this place had a particle accelerator," Tony muttered sulkily.

Topher's head snapped up, his expression going abruptly snark-free.

"You have one of those? Not like crazy doppelganger me says he has a duplicator, right? Like, you legit have one?"

Oh, man. BEST FRIENDS FOR LIFE.

"...you have another you too?" That made perfect sense in Fandom. "And, well, yeah. I practically grew up in the labs at Stark International."

"JEALOUS." No, Topher didn't have a clue what Stark International was, but he heard the part about the labs and that made him jealous.

"Dude. Dude." He was getting more excited by the minute. "Do you have neural programming software in your labs?"
Of course if they were going to get off-topic, they had to get off-topic about this.

"I've been working on some neural-electronic interfaces, actually..." OH GOD, THIS CAN ONLY END IN TEARS.

TEARS... OR BEST FRIENDSHIP.

"No way!" Topher flailed, nearly overturning a tiny bottle of he-didn't-even-know in the process. He pointed rapidly to himself, exclaiming, "So am I!"

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