Earlier, somewhere in the Vatican's outbuildings:
Carefully, Murphy poured a little of the precious liquid into a dish, then placed the bottle far, far away. He nodded to his brother who then, with great ceremony (and from a safe distance) lit a match and tossed it in.

The flame burnt fast, bright, and blue.

The twins grinned.

******

The next flame burnt a decidedly different color, and distinctly higher. The boys jumped back, laughed, and Murphy pointed at his twin.

"You're trying it first!"



( Now, nearly everywhere... )

[ooc note]

Connor and Murphy snuck and tiptoed and giggled like frat boys on a panty raid all the way to the lab area of the ship. They had already visited the lockers, and were building a hoard in some private part of the ship, supplemented by the equipment they carried out now, separately and together, grinning widely.

Luckily, it seemed no one was around to catch them; busy on the mission, or at the meet and greet, the halls were empty enough for them to conduct whatever mischeif they were up to. Pipes, containers, adhesives, all were removed and carried away.

What were they doing? Well, no one knows but them. Yet.

Muahahahaha.