[center][h3][color=39b54a]Emily, or #2[/color][/h3]
[u]Fort Hood, Texas, January 23rd.[/u] [/center]

[color=39b54a]"It's not poison ivy, it's shrub rose,"[/color] Number Two corrected Akasha. Why everyone thought everything was poison ivy- 2 had no idea. It seemed the basic concept of "leaves of three, let it be" was beyond most people. It didn't matter, she wasn't trying to be friends with either of these two...except Antoine. Somehow. Maybe. She didn't like to think about Antoine.

Leaning to the left, Number Two got a better view of the mysterious device. Red liquid? Some kind of gas bomb? What the hell was in that thing? Could be anything. From mustard gas to dyed humidifier. But 2's gut told her it something far more sinister. Approaching once beckoned, she observed the red button. Once the room fills, (with gas?) she is to press. Suddenly, it began to emerge. Akasha was reacting quite strongly against the substance, and 2 felt she would have too aswell. 
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"Uh, okay."[/color] She said, looking and feeling concerned. But when the gas wafted against her nose, she found the smell...quite pleasant. It smelt really good. Watching Akasha leave, she turned back to the device and shuddered involuntarily. Tingles. What was in this thing?  What was going to happen?

Antoine told her to wait thirty seconds, so she obliged. [color=39b54a]"Got it, Antoine."[/color] She responded eagerly. The thing continued to deliver it's unknowable gas. Thirty seconds would pass. Crimson vapor began to fill her vision. Squinting against the wisps, she waited a beat more and pressed the button. 

[color=39b54a]"Here goes nothing. Am I going to be okay?"[/color] She asked into the ear piece.