[Who knew he'd need random fucking tools on this journey, but he's happy to have them.
He watches with anticipation, and a growing scowl as she can't break the glass. He takes the hammer from her, but the key here must be to go for a weak spot. The case does have its unlockable panel, presumably for staff to reach in and take these little sample bottles out for customers to purchase, and that's got to be the best place to attack.
The hinges look sturdy. The lock is a keypad that needs a code. He could try the one Chrissy found, but a security guard being able to open this doesn't really make sense to him, and it's way easier to smash his way through the buttons. With a few heavy blows, he pretty well obliterates the keypad, sending pieces of metal flying, then slides open the lock with his hand and pushes the door wide open.
No point wasting further time. He discards the hammer on top of the rest of the tools, then grabs four bottles in one swipe.]
How much - wait.
[The brochure has usage directions, probably. He picks another one up and pages through it, past the sales garbage and an order form with an address in California. He'll have to hold onto that.
The last two pages do offer some usage advice, but it assumes there's a diffuser in play, and he can't see any of those sitting around the shop. Mail-order only, maybe. Well, it's stupid bullshit anyway, so he's going for one of the novelty mugs, black with green glow-in-the-dark stars, and starts dumping the little bottles of ash into it. It immediately makes him sneeze.]
Wonder if you can overdose on this shit. That'd be somethin'.
[Because he's filling this mug to the brim, one spoonful at a time, and tosses the empty bottles behind the registers as he goes.]
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[Who knew he'd need random fucking tools on this journey, but he's happy to have them.
He watches with anticipation, and a growing scowl as she can't break the glass. He takes the hammer from her, but the key here must be to go for a weak spot. The case does have its unlockable panel, presumably for staff to reach in and take these little sample bottles out for customers to purchase, and that's got to be the best place to attack.
The hinges look sturdy. The lock is a keypad that needs a code. He could try the one Chrissy found, but a security guard being able to open this doesn't really make sense to him, and it's way easier to smash his way through the buttons. With a few heavy blows, he pretty well obliterates the keypad, sending pieces of metal flying, then slides open the lock with his hand and pushes the door wide open.
No point wasting further time. He discards the hammer on top of the rest of the tools, then grabs four bottles in one swipe.]
How much - wait.
[The brochure has usage directions, probably. He picks another one up and pages through it, past the sales garbage and an order form with an address in California. He'll have to hold onto that.
The last two pages do offer some usage advice, but it assumes there's a diffuser in play, and he can't see any of those sitting around the shop. Mail-order only, maybe. Well, it's stupid bullshit anyway, so he's going for one of the novelty mugs, black with green glow-in-the-dark stars, and starts dumping the little bottles of ash into it. It immediately makes him sneeze.]
Wonder if you can overdose on this shit. That'd be somethin'.
[Because he's filling this mug to the brim, one spoonful at a time, and tosses the empty bottles behind the registers as he goes.]