[Tonic, despite being the type to maintain a very precise collection, seems perfectly at-home letting Tek wander through his things. he'd be watching anyone else like a hawk, but he knows that his guest has an understanding (and probably a level of respect) for the tinctures and toxins he's going through. he trusts him not to do anything stupid--or if he does, it'll be for show, and the other man will go out of his way to direct his attention to it anyway.
plus, he deeply appreciates the moment of silence for himself, where he can work quickly and precisely and not have to worry about keeping another person entertained in the process. the step of cleaning out the metal plates, rivets, and pistons is no less important than anything else to do with his leg, even if it is less interesting.
now that Tek is close, these bottles are definitely filled with poisons. something that may get passing interest is the way they're labeled--not with letters, but each with a series of three numbers, separated by commas. "12, 15, 2nd". "6, 23, 8th". the bottles seem to be grouped with others that share their first number, though the number groups themselves are not necessarily in order on the shelves, and not all numbers in the range are present. within the groups, the bottles are further sorted by their second number, and then finally arranged from there by the third.
it looks cryptic at first, but touching the bottles will confirm what he'd probably begun to suss out--these bottles are arranged first by their purpose, and then by their contents, and then by the degree of potency. there are straightforward poisons in one group, some liquids, some powders, ranging from thin, nausea-inducing drops to a small vial of something so potent that it could kill a large man before they even realized they were dying. another category seems to contain poisons that could be passed off as an accident--chemicals not meant for human consumption, spices infused with deadly ingredients, pellets of powders that would dissolve instantly in liquids. another substantial category goes to non-lethal mixtures, some of which are so mild that they can barely be considered a poison, and some of which would cause such extensive damage to the mind and body that it would honestly be kinder to kill them.
Tek can also find a small collection of acids, ranging from slow abrasives to something that could probably burn through the stone floor in minutes. humorously, it looks like the edge of the shelf here has been partly eaten and pock-marked by a spill of something a long time ago.
it won't take him long to stumble into the anti-poisons, as well. they're next to, but clearly separated from, the numerous antidotes he's stocked on his shelf, feeling bottles of small, hungry voids compared to everything else here. there aren't many variations, but they do range from mild to moderate in potency.]
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plus, he deeply appreciates the moment of silence for himself, where he can work quickly and precisely and not have to worry about keeping another person entertained in the process. the step of cleaning out the metal plates, rivets, and pistons is no less important than anything else to do with his leg, even if it is less interesting.
now that Tek is close, these bottles are definitely filled with poisons. something that may get passing interest is the way they're labeled--not with letters, but each with a series of three numbers, separated by commas. "12, 15, 2nd". "6, 23, 8th". the bottles seem to be grouped with others that share their first number, though the number groups themselves are not necessarily in order on the shelves, and not all numbers in the range are present. within the groups, the bottles are further sorted by their second number, and then finally arranged from there by the third.
it looks cryptic at first, but touching the bottles will confirm what he'd probably begun to suss out--these bottles are arranged first by their purpose, and then by their contents, and then by the degree of potency. there are straightforward poisons in one group, some liquids, some powders, ranging from thin, nausea-inducing drops to a small vial of something so potent that it could kill a large man before they even realized they were dying. another category seems to contain poisons that could be passed off as an accident--chemicals not meant for human consumption, spices infused with deadly ingredients, pellets of powders that would dissolve instantly in liquids. another substantial category goes to non-lethal mixtures, some of which are so mild that they can barely be considered a poison, and some of which would cause such extensive damage to the mind and body that it would honestly be kinder to kill them.
Tek can also find a small collection of acids, ranging from slow abrasives to something that could probably burn through the stone floor in minutes. humorously, it looks like the edge of the shelf here has been partly eaten and pock-marked by a spill of something a long time ago.
it won't take him long to stumble into the anti-poisons, as well. they're next to, but clearly separated from, the numerous antidotes he's stocked on his shelf, feeling bottles of small, hungry voids compared to everything else here. there aren't many variations, but they do range from mild to moderate in potency.]