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Maxilocks · 06-15-2009, 02:46 PM

Astronomy, whheee!

After having entered and wished Professor Forrester a good day, Fyo had now found himself a cosy sorta spot to work in. He had his gloves with him, of course, and he wondered if he should wear them now, or later, when he started the work involving the dry ice.

Hokai. So the ingredients. They were all there, so YAY! Fyo made himself comfortable, and got down to work. Taking a medium-sized plastic bag, the young Gryffindor cut it open they way they had been instructed to, and began to line his mixing bowl.

So far, so good.

Plastic bag lining - Done.

Yes, TADA! Fyo's ShinyPretty mixing bowl was now all lined up with once-plastic bag. YAY! The Gryffindor was already finding this fun, partly because he knew he would have to work with sand, in a bit. And Fyo LOVED sand - it was just, had always been, one of his obsessions. And one sheer obsession at that, too.

Place water in mixing bowl.

Yup, now for the water. They had to use about two cups of that, right? Fyo shifted the large mixing bowl a little, just to make sure that the water did not spill when he poured it in and, very carefully, did what he was supposed to do. Which was placing water in his mixing bowl, obviously.

He looked up again, and squinted at the instructions. Had to check an instant grin, too, the moment he read those. Because it was the turn of THE SAND! Ohmyogsh, YAY, sannndd! SAND, people, SAND, I tell ya. Remembering the Sandbox and being Mr. Sand Monster and all, he almost felt like saying "RAWR!" out loud, Fyo did.

[No, he did nothing of that sort.]

Add sand or dirt, stirring well.

This was going to be SUCH fun!

Fyo had only paused for a moment after reading instruction number three, and he literally BEAMED to himself as he grabbed at the sand. Two bad it was just a couple of spoonfuls. Otherwise, he would have ATE it. Well, OK, so maybe not ate - because, you know, that was what annoying, little KIDS did and all - but still added it to his brand new perfume, and worn that. [The perfume with the sand in it, not the sand itself.]

Because, you know, sand was just so.. sweet-smelling.

Sorta, anyway.

He refrained himself from SMELLING the sand with difficulty, trying to stop wondering how it would feel to have sand in his SOCKS [he was so going to try that out the moment the lesson was over, and he could go back to his common room] as he added two spoonfuls of sand to the water, and took up the big, wooden SPOON OF DOOM! to stir the whole thing.

And now the sand was wet.

And Fyo didn't like wet sand, no sirreee.

Waiitttt..

HECK, it smelled SO GOOD!

Add dash of ammonia.

Hokai. On to that, now. Still looking pretty happy from the two spoonfuls of sand [not to mention the big, wooden SPOON OF DOOM!] Fyo dropped in the required amount of ammonia - Hey, was it just him, or did the ammonia really smell like ozone? - before looking up at the board, once more.

Add dash of organic material stirring until well mixed.

YAY for organic material! Waitttt, what was organic material, anyway? Fyo wondered if it was something that resembled sand, before deciding it might not necessarily feel good in his socks, and then realizing [with a little BANG! going off in his imagination, the kind accompanied by SHINY! little stars and Neptunes and stuff] that the term meant the dark corn syrup thingy.

Dark corn syrup. Riiight. Fyo added a dash of it to his mixing bowl, taking up the SPOON OF DOOM! again, and beginning to thoroughly stir the mixture.

Yay, yay Astronomy!

Dry ice.

The thing that Fyo loved most after sand, at least among the things they were supposed to use make their comet of DOOM! [no, it was not related to the SPOON OF DOOM!]. He didn't know why - why he loved the dry ice, that is - but he thought it might be because he liked dry sand. And dry ice kinda sounded like dry sand, right?

Riiiighhttt.

Place dry ice in 3 garbage bags that have been place inside each other.

Time for the work gloves. Fyo pulled them out of one of the front pockets of his school-robes and, slipping his hands into the SHINEHH! things, grabbed hold of his remaining three plastic bags. What was he supposed to do, again? Oh yeah, place them inside each other. He did that, with absolute ease [well, it wasn't anything really difficult, you know], and then carefully placed the dry ice inside them.

Yay, one more stop down; only, like, a gazillion more to go!

Crush dry ice by pounding it with a hammer.

Hammer? Fyo didn't like hammers, no. Still, he guessed the thing would have to be done - no way out of it if he wanted to make his SHINNYY! comet, y'know. He frowned slightly, then checked his expressions and picked up the hammer.

What was he supposed to do with it, again?

Crush the dry ice, yes. But that was in the plastic, garbage bags, wasn't it? Wouldn't the hammer, like, DAMAGE the bags? Oh well, Professor Forrester knew best. And so Fyo broke the thing - the dry ice, that is - up with a few, quick thwacks, taking his time to crush it all.

Whew, this was tough.

Mostly because he didn't like hammers, though.

Only five steps left. YAY!

Add the dry ice to the rest of the ingredients in the mixing bowl while stirring vigorously.

No more hammer? AWESOME! And more of the dry ice and the SPOON OF DOOM! too. This had to be Fyo's lucky day, it just had to be, I tell ya. His lucky lesson-of-the-week, at any rate. So.. Bacckkk to the dry ice!

[And the SPOON OF DOOM! obviously.]

Fyo checked his [shiny] work gloves, to make sure they still properly covered his hands, and added the now-crushed dry ice to the other ingredients in the mixing bowl. The mixture inside now looked pretty odd, a thing of ammonia and plastic lining and.. SAND!

Calm down, Balouch.

Yes. Calm down, that was it. Fyo took a deep breath, and picked up the pretty, wooden SPOON OF DOOM!, bending slightly over the large, mixing bowl as he began to stir, the way they had been instructed to.

- That is to say, pretty vigorously.

Continue stirring until mixture is almost totally frozen.

Hokai. Fyo continued to stir, happy at the fact that he was going to be able to use the SPOON OF DOOM! for the next few minutes, and struggling to keep back a grin. [He managed to, you know but, in all that struggle, the expression dominant on his face came off looking rather.. pained.]

- Which was totally not how he felt, y'know.

The stuff in the mixing bowl were definitely beginning to freeze, now. Fyo stirred on, calming down a little and wondering how long it would take. Not that long, he soon saw, as the mixture began to become kinda.. solid. And frozen, of course. Because that was the whole point of the stirring, wasn't it? Freezing the thing, I mean.

Now, what was next? Backkk to the instructions.

Nine steps down, three to go!

Now that the mixture in the rather large bowl was all frozen, Fyo was ready to move on to the next bit. He looked up at the board, clearly in a good mood, and went over the instructions once more. Use gloves - Lift the comet out of the bowl using the plastic bag and shape it as you would a snowball.

He had those gloves, alright. Fyo did as they were supposed to, using the plastic garbage-bad to lift out the comet. Which comet didn't exactly look like a comet, at the moment, you know. He inspected it for several seconds, wondering how it would turn out in the end and then, realizing that he was wasting precious time, began to mould it.

It wasn't exactly a snowball, so he wasn't exactly moulding it the way he would a snowball, but the two things seemed pretty close nevertheless. Fyo gave his comet a tiny smile as he shaped it, momentarily looking up to see how everyone else was doing.

Hmm, he was nearly finished, now.

Mould, mould, mould.

The snowball - err, comet - was coming along fine, now. Fyo gave it a few more touches here and there, trying to make it the shape he thought a "perfect" comet would be, and finding the whole activity a fun sort of fun. Which was fun, you know.

The comet was doing its part at being good and non-fidgety, and letting him mould it, and Fyo was glad of that. He waited a few moments after he was sure the thing was the shape he wanted it to be, refraining himself from rolling it in his hands, the way those cook guys roll chappati bread and all. He tapped his foot, sort of soundlessly, on the floor, wondering how long it would take to settle into its new shape.

- The comet, not hisfoot.

Unwrap the comet as soon as it is frozen sufficiently to hold its shape. Once Fyo was sure the comet in question had pretty permanently taken on the shape he had been working on giving it, he pulled on his work gloves tighter, and lifted the thing out of the large, mixing bowl. It was, obviously, all packed up and so, with great care, the young Gryffindor began to unwrap it.

It was all pretty much done, now.

Whhheeeeee!

06-15-2009, 02:46 PM	#7 (permalink)
Maxilocks SS Featured Author Türk Bilgini Bugbear Join Date: Apr 2006 Location: {in a leap of faith} Posts: 31,791 Hogwarts RPG Name: Sarani Glass Graduated x12	♥ Mrs. Itachi Uchiha™ & MAJNOO! : Bleach & Kyo & Natsume ♥ [ Maxh!Jesh ] Astronomy, whheee! After having entered and wished Professor Forrester a good day, Fyo had now found himself a cosy sorta spot to work in. He had his gloves with him, of course, and he wondered if he should wear them now, or later, when he started the work involving the dry ice. Hokai. So the ingredients. They were all there, so YAY! Fyo made himself comfortable, and got down to work. Taking a medium-sized plastic bag, the young Gryffindor cut it open they way they had been instructed to, and began to line his mixing bowl. So far, so good. Plastic bag lining - Done. Yes, TADA! Fyo's ShinyPretty mixing bowl was now all lined up with once-plastic bag. YAY! The Gryffindor was already finding this fun, partly because he knew he would have to work with sand, in a bit. And Fyo LOVED sand - it was just, had always been, one of his obsessions. And one sheer obsession at that, too. Place water in mixing bowl. Yup, now for the water. They had to use about two cups of that, right? Fyo shifted the large mixing bowl a little, just to make sure that the water did not spill when he poured it in and, very carefully, did what he was supposed to do. Which was placing water in his mixing bowl, obviously. He looked up again, and squinted at the instructions. Had to check an instant grin, too, the moment he read those. Because it was the turn of THE SAND! Ohmyogsh, YAY, sannndd! SAND, people, SAND, I tell ya. Remembering the Sandbox and being Mr. Sand Monster and all, he almost felt like saying "RAWR!" out loud, Fyo did. [No, he did nothing of that sort.] Add sand or dirt, stirring well. This was going to be SUCH fun! Fyo had only paused for a moment after reading instruction number three, and he literally BEAMED to himself as he grabbed at the sand. Two bad it was just a couple of spoonfuls. Otherwise, he would have ATE it. Well, OK, so maybe not ate - because, you know, that was what annoying, little KIDS did and all - but still added it to his brand new perfume, and worn that. [The perfume with the sand in it, not the sand itself.] Because, you know, sand was just so.. sweet-smelling. Sorta, anyway. He refrained himself from SMELLING the sand with difficulty, trying to stop wondering how it would feel to have sand in his SOCKS [he was so going to try that out the moment the lesson was over, and he could go back to his common room] as he added two spoonfuls of sand to the water, and took up the big, wooden SPOON OF DOOM! to stir the whole thing. And now the sand was wet. And Fyo didn't like wet sand, no sirreee. Waiitttt.. HECK, it smelled SO GOOD! Add dash of ammonia. Hokai. On to that, now. Still looking pretty happy from the two spoonfuls of sand [not to mention the big, wooden SPOON OF DOOM!] Fyo dropped in the required amount of ammonia - Hey, was it just him, or did the ammonia really smell like ozone? - before looking up at the board, once more. Add dash of organic material stirring until well mixed. YAY for organic material! Waitttt, what was organic material, anyway? Fyo wondered if it was something that resembled sand, before deciding it might not necessarily feel good in his socks, and then realizing [with a little BANG! going off in his imagination, the kind accompanied by SHINY! little stars and Neptunes and stuff] that the term meant the dark corn syrup thingy. Dark corn syrup. Riiight. Fyo added a dash of it to his mixing bowl, taking up the SPOON OF DOOM! again, and beginning to thoroughly stir the mixture. Yay, yay Astronomy! Dry ice. The thing that Fyo loved most after sand, at least among the things they were supposed to use make their comet of DOOM! [no, it was not related to the SPOON OF DOOM!]. He didn't know why - why he loved the dry ice, that is - but he thought it might be because he liked dry sand. And dry ice kinda sounded like dry sand, right? Riiiighhttt. Place dry ice in 3 garbage bags that have been place inside each other. Time for the work gloves. Fyo pulled them out of one of the front pockets of his school-robes and, slipping his hands into the SHINEHH! things, grabbed hold of his remaining three plastic bags. What was he supposed to do, again? Oh yeah, place them inside each other. He did that, with absolute ease [well, it wasn't anything really difficult, you know], and then carefully placed the dry ice inside them. Yay, one more stop down; only, like, a gazillion more to go! Crush dry ice by pounding it with a hammer. Hammer? Fyo didn't like hammers, no. Still, he guessed the thing would have to be done - no way out of it if he wanted to make his SHINNYY! comet, y'know. He frowned slightly, then checked his expressions and picked up the hammer. What was he supposed to do with it, again? Crush the dry ice, yes. But that was in the plastic, garbage bags, wasn't it? Wouldn't the hammer, like, DAMAGE the bags? Oh well, Professor Forrester knew best. And so Fyo broke the thing - the dry ice, that is - up with a few, quick thwacks, taking his time to crush it all. Whew, this was tough. Mostly because he didn't like hammers, though. Only five steps left. YAY! Add the dry ice to the rest of the ingredients in the mixing bowl while stirring vigorously. No more hammer? AWESOME! And more of the dry ice and the SPOON OF DOOM! too. This had to be Fyo's lucky day, it just had to be, I tell ya. His lucky lesson-of-the-week, at any rate. So.. Bacckkk to the dry ice! [And the SPOON OF DOOM! obviously.] Fyo checked his [shiny] work gloves, to make sure they still properly covered his hands, and added the now-crushed dry ice to the other ingredients in the mixing bowl. The mixture inside now looked pretty odd, a thing of ammonia and plastic lining and.. SAND! Calm down, Balouch. Yes. Calm down, that was it. Fyo took a deep breath, and picked up the pretty, wooden SPOON OF DOOM!, bending slightly over the large, mixing bowl as he began to stir, the way they had been instructed to. - That is to say, pretty vigorously. Continue stirring until mixture is almost totally frozen. Hokai. Fyo continued to stir, happy at the fact that he was going to be able to use the SPOON OF DOOM! for the next few minutes, and struggling to keep back a grin. [He managed to, you know but, in all that struggle, the expression dominant on his face came off looking rather.. pained.] - Which was totally not how he felt, y'know. The stuff in the mixing bowl were definitely beginning to freeze, now. Fyo stirred on, calming down a little and wondering how long it would take. Not that long, he soon saw, as the mixture began to become kinda.. solid. And frozen, of course. Because that was the whole point of the stirring, wasn't it? Freezing the thing, I mean. Now, what was next? Backkk to the instructions. Nine steps down, three to go! Now that the mixture in the rather large bowl was all frozen, Fyo was ready to move on to the next bit. He looked up at the board, clearly in a good mood, and went over the instructions once more. Use gloves - Lift the comet out of the bowl using the plastic bag and shape it as you would a snowball. He had those gloves, alright. Fyo did as they were supposed to, using the plastic garbage-bad to lift out the comet. Which comet didn't exactly look like a comet, at the moment, you know. He inspected it for several seconds, wondering how it would turn out in the end and then, realizing that he was wasting precious time, began to mould it. It wasn't exactly a snowball, so he wasn't exactly moulding it the way he would a snowball, but the two things seemed pretty close nevertheless. Fyo gave his comet a tiny smile as he shaped it, momentarily looking up to see how everyone else was doing. Hmm, he was nearly finished, now. Mould, mould, mould. The snowball - err, comet - was coming along fine, now. Fyo gave it a few more touches here and there, trying to make it the shape he thought a "perfect" comet would be, and finding the whole activity a fun sort of fun. Which was fun, you know. The comet was doing its part at being good and non-fidgety, and letting him mould it, and Fyo was glad of that. He waited a few moments after he was sure the thing was the shape he wanted it to be, refraining himself from rolling it in his hands, the way those cook guys roll chappati bread and all. He tapped his foot, sort of soundlessly, on the floor, wondering how long it would take to settle into its new shape. - The comet, not hisfoot. Unwrap the comet as soon as it is frozen sufficiently to hold its shape. Once Fyo was sure the comet in question had pretty permanently taken on the shape he had been working on giving it, he pulled on his work gloves tighter, and lifted the thing out of the large, mixing bowl. It was, obviously, all packed up and so, with great care, the young Gryffindor began to unwrap it. It was all pretty much done, now. Whhheeeeee! Last edited by Mistress Vondella; 06-19-2009 at 09:23 PM.