Next update of this should be Sunday the 8th of July if I can keep up with my schedule.
Bottles clink together gently in the well lit room. The small girl pours one clear liquid into another, tilting her head as she swirls the now full test tube.
The liquids cloud as they mix and she frowns enough that it is just about visible, placing it in a rack beside three tubes containing solutions of various opacities, one having congealed completely.
Silently she picks up another two test tubes, empty one discarded in a small empty sink on the side. She considers these too.
The rest of the room is as clean as the desk, almost seamless white tiles covering the floor and walls, travelling up the sides of desks and tabletops. There are several glass cabinets with large vents above them to extract tainted air however Wednesday has decided to to use these and as such there is a slightly smell of geraniums in the air.
The Mistress watches the girl work just as quietly, wrinkling her nose at the extremely obvious presence of poison. She should probably make her use the extraction chambers before she poisoned herself.
Instead she bends too rest her elbows on the desk behind Wednesday, hands loosely twining as she leans her chin on them.
The girl doesn't seem to notice, tipping one chemical into another and sniffing it slightly- the Mistress knows she really should stop her from doing that- before placing that beside the other full tubes in the rack, the least opaque of them all.
The Mistress rocks back onto the heels of her boots and clears her throat.
Wednesday still pays no notice, discarding the empty tube into the sink beside her and pulling up another two tubes that she had prepared earlier.
"You might want to consider using the chambers specifically made for preventing dangerous chemicals from getting into the air." Missy prompts sardonically, gesturing to one of the glass boxes even though the girl doesn't turn around.
"You know- so you don't die from the poison you're clearly attempting to make." The Time Lady adds.
Wednesday tilts her head, hands holding the chemicals lowering a little as she considers, still not turning to face the Mistress.
"If I died of something as pathetic as this it would be quick. My family would mourn, not knowing where I was and only that I had disappeared with a dubious older woman. It would be spoken about for years, nobody knowing where I had gone or how to find me. My brothers' children would grow up hearing stories of the day their aunt disappeared, never to be seen again. My brothers would grow up, haunted by the void in their family. It would be the most awful and cruel thing that anybody in my family had done in generations." She says softly, frozen aside from the horrifying grin growing on her face which the Mistress can't see but knows is probably there.
Missy sighs as Wednesday once again goes to tilt one test tube into another. She makes her way around the table and places a hand, gentle on the child's wrist, palm flat as she pushes it down.
"You know there are worse things that I could help you plan if you want to traumatise people. Why do you feel the need to fill my lab with poisonous gas? I know the T.A.R.D.I.S can clear the room when we leave it but there are cabinets right there which she put in to do that job." The Mistress complains, eyebrows raising as she looks down.
The girl doesn't shift, face falling back into a neutral expression.
"It's what we do at home." She says, voice even.
"Well." Missy huffs out, quite unsure what to do with the admission. She hums for a few seconds, at a loss.
Then she smiles, pulling a draw out of the desk and typing in a few lines of code, both hands playing over the keys as she shields it from Wednesday's gaze. Her own eyes seem to light up as she finishes the command and slams the draw shut again. The surface seems to meld back into the white tiles.
"Go ahead I suppose- just don't break anything you can't fix. You have full access to my lab now so don't. Blow. It. I'm doing this because I want to see what you can do- not because of any feelings shit so you had better make good use of it." The Time Lady says, fingers briefly drumming against the tabletop before she turns and stalks out of the room.
She can keep an eye on the human through one of the cameras anyway.
As she leaves she doesn't see Wednesday turn, face expressionless as she watches, head tilted in thought.