Hallucinogens in Chemistry (Open)

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Shit, did we learn about that!? How the hell am I supposed to remember those equations? Why is my memory so fucked up...?!

Phoenix's brow was beginning to bead with sweat as he stared at the test on the desk in front of him, feeling his anxiety turn to panic as he went through each problem, answering the few he knew how to answer but freaking out over the many others he couldn't seem to recall how to do. To make things worse, he'd decided to go to class with his wings out today, since his back was hurting enough already from a particularly heavy-lifting day the previous afternoon at work. With each beat of his panicked heart, he could feel the tension building in the base of his wings, a sure sign that he was going to release that pink dust in his test anxiety...

But the teacher had left the room for a moment, and Phoenix didn't know what to do.

It's okay, you're going to be fine, it's just a test, he tried to assure himself silently, scribbling nonsense symbols onto his paper. You can keep the dust in. Nothing to panic about, nothing to...

He flipped the page and was met with even more problems that just turned to fuzz in his hardly functioning brain. Phen's heart leaped, and with it came a sudden bout of pain in his shoulders that was met with a burst of pink hallucinogenic dust into the air, quickly filling the area around him. He was too horrified to even shout out a warning; it was too late anyway.

Phoenix buried his face in his arms and attempted to hold his breath, face burning with horror and shame. He had no idea how his classmates would react to the potent dust, but he knew it would be chaos no matter what. And he had no way of controlling that - he could hardly even control his own boyfriend the few times he'd gotten high on the stuff.

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Naozumi never really had a hard time with chemistry. It was one of those subjects that made sense. It wasn’t as easy as straight up math or some languages he was trying to learn, but it followed rules and formulas. There was little need to try and get creative just to find a solution. It was either A or B, not a little bit of A, a little of B, and maybe some C if you felt like it but only certain people could see it. Yeah, that didn’t make sense to him.

The laws of thermodynamics, however, were very straightforward.

So naturally, Nao had been put on the fast track for the sciences. At his old school, he was stuck doing whichever ones they told him to, but here, he was allowed to take the advanced classes in he could prove that he could handle them. That’s why Naozumi was a freshman in a junior/senior class.

Given his tendency to zone people and everything out when he was concentrating, it was no surprise that he didn’t even notice the pink dust that had suddenly flooded the room. Or the coughing from the other students on account of it. Or the fact that while he was halfway through with his test, for some reason his test had other plans and the letters and words stood up and walked right off the page. Actually, he did notice that, however his slow mind took it all in as if that wasn’t even unusual.

“Hey!” he protested softly, watching the little black characters run off on their flat little legs right off his desk and across the room. “I haven’t finished my test. Come back!” Of course he had to chase after them. How else was he supposed to get his A?

[Tristan Hayes]

Tristans fingers ran over the Braille on the page, a specially printed test for his condition. He answered with a laptop in front of him, the keys, also braile, thankfully not to loud he typed away his answers. Science wasn't one of those subjects he enjoyed, but he wasn't terrible at it so he didn't exactly hate it either. Honestly it was just one more class to get through before something more interesting came up. As long as he just remembered the equations and substituted x for Delta-v everything came up fine.

Something distracted him though. For a second he smelled something....pink? He smelled pink? That wasn't possible but Tristan's sense of smell had developed further without sight and he swore, despite his complete lack of vision, he smelled a fruity, sweet pink. He stopped writing and rubbed his nose, going back to his typing. But as soon as his hands touched the keyboard the keys turned to mustard. He groaned and wiped his hands on the white ball of light that now glowed in the centre of his lack of vision, watching as it dripped down the infinite blackness, becoming yellow, then green, then purple. Of course Tristan didn't know if those where the right colours. But he felt them as the colours.

The air around him turned a deep red and suddenly the room felt rather hot. He tugged at his collar and felt the sweat under the thin gloves he wore, his breath now blue and cold in his mouth. Maybe if he wasn't sitting on the ceiling with his shoes nailed to the floor he could have reached the cooler turquoise below him. For now everything just smelled like berries and mustard...maybe he shouldn't have wiped that stuff on the light, he'd contaminated colour. Maybe if he just bought a little more green into the equation...