A Crisis of Identity(WIP)

>Pinching the bridge of her nose and shaking her head in utter disappointment, Lisa's patience for her family had begun to wear thin. Again.
>"In what instance did it occur to you, that drinking that was a good idea? Hm?"
>"Lisa," Lincoln began "I just came down here for a little midnight snack and noticed we were outta juice so I-"
>"So you decided that the next best thing was to ingest this unknown, glowing substance that I had purposely tucked away in the far corner of the fridge? Is that what you're telling me?!"
>"Oh no. You're not gonna pin the blame on me! It's not my fault you put your experimental stuff in the fridge for anyone to see!"
>"It was behind, quite literally, everything else."
>"And we were out of Sunny D, what did you expect me to do?!"
>"To not drink it and leave!"
>"I was thirsty!"
>"ITS PURPLE!! NOBODY DRINKS THE PURPLE STUFF!!"
>She yanked the empty container from his hand and beat it against her head in a fit of rage. The hollow thuds off the plastic only served to infuriate her more as it confirmed the entire container was indeed empty.
>It took a few minutes and some deep breathing, but Lisa was finally able to calm down. She wasn't any happier, but this situation did present a unique opportunity.
>Handing the plastic bottle back to her brother she began to explain, "The contents of that were highly experimental and though I've got a good idea of what will happen, side-effects will vary from person to person."
>"So..."
>"So, dearest brother, for you part in instigating this I'm going to ask you to do me a favor while I try and whip up an antidote for everyone."
>He wasn't sure what his sister was planning, but he nodded seeing no other option.
>"Good, not that'd id give you a choice, but I'm going to need you to record our family's movements throughout the day and if possible the next."
>"For what?"
>"Just trust me on this Lincoln. To deal with what's going to happen you'll probably need this just as much I do."