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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[originallutece]

Laboratory. By the church.

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[scarsolderthanyou]

[He'd been hoping for a voice response, and also he has no idea what a laboratory is. After a moment of squinting at the screen, holding it at arm's length, and tilting his head to try and make out the words through his good eye, he makes out "by the church" and at least heads that way.

He may be a few minutes finding the place, and by then he's a little grumpy. He grouses at her,]

You couldn't have just said something instead of typing it?

[originallutece]

You're here, aren't you? Besides: I did increase the size.

[Is she sorry? She is so clearly not, as she turns briskly, facing him. Her eye flicks over him, studying him, before she nods at the chair. Her left eye is still missing, covered by a patch, with a long scar going down her cheek and neck.]

Now: take a seat, please. This won't take long.

[scarsolderthanyou]

[He snorts at her obvious lack of sorriness, but does drop into the offered chair. He's pretty clearly not entirely human (or human at all) if you know what to look for. He passes, if you aren't looking too closely, but he's too tall and gangly, all elbows and shoulder-points, his face is slightly the wrong shape, and he's barefoot despite the cold. When he speaks, glimpses of sharp teeth can be seen.]

So do you have to cut me to get the blood out, or is there some easier way that heals more quickly?

[originallutece]

Good god, man, no. I'm not a savage. Go sit.

[Instead, she brings over an IV and needle, both sterilized, and kneels before him.]

I put this in your arm. The pain is minimal, as is the entry wound. You'll have a bruise, but no scab or cut.

[scarsolderthanyou]

My people don't have shit like this, so forgive me for being unfamiliar.

[He sounds sarcastic, but he does sit, and after a moment, offers her his arm-- palm down, so she might have to turn it over to find a vein. Lucky for everyone, his skin is thin and colorless, so the veins are very easy to find.]