Network comm for The Land of Make Believe

( Left in front of Abby's door. )

Whoa. With the hinky. Those things? Those things?! That's some kind of sci-fi trip that I don't want to be on! And trust me, I'm usually pretty down with the sci-fi. But those things? Not so much! So hey. HEY! Is this thing on? I should've hacked it first, but you know, I'm a little distracted here with those things and the stomping and the raaaaawwwwwwr.

Ahem. Chill out, Sciuto. Focus.

So, hey. I'm a forensic scientist. And a firearms specialist. And I have a PHD in chemistry. And my pirate friend told me about a university with a lab? Yeah? And labs = magic. So, if someone could uhhhhh.... escort? That sounds hinky. But yeah, escort me to this lab? I could do something with the power of chemistry. Something explosive, maybe? I mean, I can't say I've built bombs in my spare time, but I've taken them apart. I can definitely make something nasty with science. I just need that lab.