WELECOME TO CHEMISTRY..."CLASS"?
It’s a cold autumn night, school has been closed for a few hours now, but as you went to go study for your exam you realize you forgot your Chemistry book in the classroom. This is how you found yourself wandering the halls so late at night. The janitor was nice enough to let you in despite the time. The Chicoon University is much more eerie with no one around you notice. You figure at this point all the classrooms must be locked but the library is usually always open and the librarian Poe works odd hours, he might have a copy of your textbook you could borrow. You decide to check the classroom first anyway in hopes not to bother them. As you make your way down the dimly lit hallway you hear strange sounds coming from a classroom just ahead. A clattering commotion and a muffled voice. You reach the door the noise is coming from. It’s in fact your chemistry classroom. You hesitate for a second before reaching for the handle and sliding the surprisingly unlocked door open. Inside two alien-like chicoons are fiddling about with various chemistry equipment. The fluorescent colored one looks up at you opening the door. There is something strange about them. You notice that it’s not exactly looking at you but past you in an empty looking stare. The grey one follows their gaze and flaps its headwings in surprise. They have several different types of flasks and beakers strewn the tables and desk, some broken, some filled with strange fluids you don't recognize without their labels. You consider backing away slowly when the grey one signs something to you. You don’t quite understand but you recognize an apologetic motion. It taps the fluorescent one who blinks and tilts its head.
After a few seconds of silence it speaks. “Oh! Hi there stranger!” It says looking in a completely different direction this time. You start to realize it might be blind. “Sorry for the mess! We’re both a bit…clumsy.” It says a bit awkwardly. You offer your own apologies and go to close the door, afraid of what these two are up to when you notice the grey one nudging the other again excitedly.” Oh yeah! Good point. Hey, you wanna help us out? You probably know a bit about this stuff right?” It asks. They both beckon you over and you're compelled to follow. You notice the class pet gameleon nervously hiding in the corner. “So we're trying these experiments out right?” The speaking chicoon motions over the table knocking a beaker to the ground with a clatter. “Oops. Anyway, we could use a hand? You must know this class since you’re here!” It bounces in excitement, the other grinning at you eagerly. You sigh, not sure what you got yourself caught up in, and agree. Oh boy! Chem “Class” has started!
Welcome to Roswell and Voices’ “unofficial” chem class! You volunteered (albeit a bit unwillingly) so time to get to work! Each day you will have two options (you can do one or both!) to help the two alien chicoons with their mysterious experiments. One option is a simple no effort prompt while the others will give you a chance to draw/write to a daily prompt that will change each day!
Choose a chicoon to help you on your experimental adventure. If you don't own a chicoon you can use Miles the chicoon mascot!
IF YOU DO NOT FOLLOW THE PROMPT OR DO NOT PUT YOUR USER ID YOU WILL BE SKIPPED FOR ROLLS!! NO EDITING AFTER ROLLOVER!!
GALAXYTALE is our helper/Guest artist this event. He has full permission to post close days/post rolls/and will even post adopts!
Choose a chicoon to help you on your experimental adventure. If you don't own a chicoon you can use Miles the chicoon mascot!
IF YOU DO NOT FOLLOW THE PROMPT OR DO NOT PUT YOUR USER ID YOU WILL BE SKIPPED FOR ROLLS!! NO EDITING AFTER ROLLOVER!!
GALAXYTALE is our helper/Guest artist this event. He has full permission to post close days/post rolls/and will even post adopts!