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WHAT Last chance for timefuck except not really
WHERE Wherever
WHEN Day 127, whenever

[So, you've been messing around with time.]

[Okay, we've actually been doing that, yeah. Quiet Mounds is still a bit unpredictable, with the seasons and the clocks a little haywire. Today, there's another little pulse of magic. Maybe some of you find yourself back to normal? Or maybe more people are suddenly the wrong age or timeline. Maybe Deadpool shows up. I don't know.]

[Last post for deage/age-up/etc event, though obviously you can continue to backthread or play at your leisure after this.]

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Awesome. Um, here.

[ He immediately starts digging out some notebooks. Chemistry nerd here made a lot of notes. ]

You've been hard at work.

[yeahhhh gonna scan through those!]

[ Pretty good work, honestly. Pete's a solid chemistry prodigy, and he's exploring some seriously new territory here.

Also he has cute, neat handwriting. ]

Well, yeah. I figured I might forget if I stayed here too long, so I put down everything I could.

This is pretty good...

[perching absently on the nearest surface as she keeps reading through]

[ Ah. That makes him pink up a little. Fortunately she's not looking at him. ]

Yeah? You think so?

Yeah! You were saying before, it wasn't working quite right here, yes?

[ Focus, Parker. He nods, circling around to look at the page she's on. ]

Yeah, that's right. The physics are weird, so I had to mess with the formulation. Um - #13 turned out best so far.

[hmm hmmm, tapping her finger on the page]

I'm thinking if we compare the dynamics of your usual formula with the one that's working here it'll give us some good information about the comparative forces at play.

[ Oh. Peter brightens instantly. ]

Compare the control with the variable, basically. Yeah. Uh, here --

[ He pulls out #0 from the rack of vials. ]

You don't mind going out and shooting a wall for a bit, do you?

'course not.

[ He slides the webshooter back on, loading it up. ]

Great.

C'mon. We'll have to go out back again, or Mr. Stark will kill me for messing up the front of his store again.

[ He heads up and out, towards the back of the coffee shop. ]

We can't have that!

[keeping pace with him]

Right? I really don't wanna make him mad.

[ He loads one vial into one wrist, and then the other vial into the other. Before turning to Shuri for permission to proceed. ]

[taps a kimoyo bead to start recording]

Ready!

Okay. Here we go.

[ He shoots out both of the webs at once. The one on his left - the original - doesn't quite go where it was supposed to. Not far enough, and definitely not where he was aiming. And when it catches, it doesn't quite have the right tensile strength. Meanwhile, the corrected version on the right acts the way it's supposed to. ]

Do it again, try to aim about thirty degrees higher.

Thirty degrees, got it ...

[ Similar results; the first formulation is really starting to show issues here. ]

Oh, it's not happy, is it? Okay.

[she makes him go through the same thing from a bunch of different angles and at different distances... it probably takes a couple of minutes]

Well, that should be something to start with!

[ Peter is quite obedient the whole way through. There is an impressive array of webbing left after, though; it looks a bit like they TP'd the back of the shop. ]

Good. Uh, I gotta clean all this up now, I guess.

[ He springs up onto the side of the wall and climbs it effortlessly. Sticky spider feet. ]

[sheeeee keeps recording]

Do you have something that dissolves it?

Uh huh. The recipe's in my notes too, but it's like 90% rubbing alcohol.

[ So regular rubbing alcohol gets about 90% of the job done. He hangs underneath the edge of the roof by his feet and pulls a spray bottle out of his backpack. ]

[recording with one hand and reading the rest of his notes with the other hand while he finishes up]

[ Eventually he clears out most of it, leaping back down to the ground once he's done. ]

There we go.