Editing Have a taste of the Toxicology Exhibit

{{Action
|ID = 256323
|Icon = vialrack.png
|From Storylet title = The Inorganic Sciences Wing
|Unlocked with = {{Unlock|A Name Scrawled in Blood|7}}
|Locked with = {{Lock|Wounds|6 (A museum attendant takes one good look at you and tells you to "come back when you can stand up straight." Clearly they don't want anyone dying in their precious museum. That would be most unseemly.)}}
|Description = Well, the children of London have to learn to identify common poisons by their flavour ''eventually''.
|Game Instructions = This will hurt.
|LuckChallenge = 10
|Success title = Blecchhh
|Success description = This exhibit is tactfully placed next to a lavatory. While you're in there, you arrive at many pertinent conclusions about what you have learned, thus far, of toxicology. Conclusions such as "don't drink poison."
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*{{Gain|Kataleptic Toxicology|+1 CP, if already present}}
*{{Gain|Emetic Revelation|1 x}}
*{{Gain|Wounds|+6 CP}}

{{Failure
|Failure title = Ow
|Failure summary = The description varies based on {{IL|The Airs of London}}.
{{Variant table|Condition = The Airs of London|Effect = Description|Compact = yes|Show Unaccounted = yes
|Value 1 - 19 = Discriminating aconite. It seems mostly inert, at first. And then it hits you like a punch to the gut. ''It knows what you did.''
|Value 20 - 39 = Dilute solution of Cantigaster venom. The pain is brilliant and immense, too large for your body to contain.
|Value 40 - 59 = Extract of ''Amanita chthonica'', the ghost cap. Your eyes rotate longitudinally in their sockets, twisting your optical nerves into taut strings.
|Value 60 - 79 = Rectified Queenly Attar. There is no pain; only the fog of pervasive exhaustion that permeates the rest of your day.
|Value 80 - 100 = Extract of ''Atropa illuminata'', the Presbyter's nightshade. A terrible burning traipses around your body like a tourist. It makes sightseeing stops in your lungs, kidneys, and liver.
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*{{Airs|The Airs of London}}
*{{Gain|Wounds|+1-3 CP}}