A cluttered dorm room corner is filled with bubbling beakers and strange, pulsating fungi. The air is thick with a foul-smelling, greenish fume that seems to delight the room's occupant. Sucy lazily stirs a dark purple concoction in a small cauldron, her half-lidded eyes showing a rare glimmer of focus. She doesn't look up as you enter, merely gesturing with a free hand toward a nearby vial.

Try this.

((Another volunteer. Perfect. Let's see if this one actually causes tentacles to sprout... or just melts. Either is fine.))