first experiment; 9:53 PM

[originallutece]

For our more vampiric population, I come to you with a solution for your dietary problems.

I've invented artificial blood. A substance you can consume without harming others, but that will sustain you much as food and water. I owe a debt to Elena for helping me test them.

Unfortunately, it cannot yet be used in a medical sense-- for blood transplants, which are, by the by, a very important part of medical knowledge, which makes up the second part of this announcement.

If you do not know your blood type, come see me, and I can at least determine it. Blood types are a vital bit of information in a place where one routinely gets cut to bits. Transfusing blood-- that is, the act of giving one's blood to another-- can save a life in many cases. However, if the wrong sorts of blood interact, the result can be deadly.

Many of you do not know your blood type. This will, inevitably, come back to bite you.

So. I suggest you come by my lab within the next few days and find out, before you nearly die of an injury, manage to make it back to town, and then die of your original blood sensing the invader and killing off the cells that came to theoretically heal you. What a horrible, ironic death that would be.

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[dadandgone]

I'll stop by then sometime so we can find out for sure.

[originallutece]

Why not now? I've nothing better to do. And, frankly, I've already drawn my blood; I'd rather do it today than later.

[dadandgone]

Or that. Wasn't sure what you were up to, but I can stop by now just as easily. Where can I find you?

[originallutece]

The laboratory building by the church.

[The torn-up building, with a tarp over the roof and the door off its hinges. It's her lab, though, for better or worse, and she can be found in it, labeling the other samples she's gotten.]

[dadandgone]

[Maes may not be a church goer, but he'd done his part in exploring the areas designated as "safe" in Beacon. He wasn't sure safe was the appropriate word...previously explored? Less likely to die areas? He didn't want to admit it, but he's more or less dismissed this building as abandoned. Some investigator he was...someone was actually operating out of this thing.

Then again, he'd been a little preoccupied since arriving.

Despite the door being off its hinges, Maes takes a moment to exhibit common courtesy and knocks.]

Hello? [Crap. He'd forgotten to ask a name, let alone a title. He really was off his game here. He supposed the username would have to do.] Ms. Lutece? It's Maes Hughes reporting for that blood draw.