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networkinthenight2019-12-07 09:59 pm
originallutece) wrote in networkinthenight2019-12-07 09:59 pm
first experiment; 9:53 PM
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.
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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Actually h/o.
[Hey, Ros, super hope you meant "come by my laboratory right now" because guess who is knocking—well, if this place still has a door, he's knocking on it, since apparently he's meant to have manners around here.]
So, I was thinking: Blood Zero.
[His two cents on the gimmicky name issue come with a courtesy dramatic splaying of his hands. You're welcome.]
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[And she hadn't been banking on visitors, not from anyone she hadn't explicitly approved of. Rosalind goes stiff, drawing herself up. At least she has the eyepatch on. And it's not as if he hadn't seen, it's not as if he hadn't helped, but . . . god.]
And that's a ridiculous name. I'm not calling it anything of the sort.
[. . .]
It's going to be Blood Plus. That's far more exact.
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[He doesn't say a word about the eyepatch, though it's tough not to glance at it. Like, what's he supposed to do? Eye contact is already a thing. He's been set up for failure.
But, oh my god, he laughs.]
Blood Plus? How's it got bonus features if it can't even do normal blood stuff? Show it to me.
[He's heading over to whatever she's been working on anyway, so.]
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Ask. This isn't your laboratory; the least you can do is respect that.
[She lingers there, just to make a point . . . and then takes a step back, because he is intelligent enough to warrant an opinion. A very minor one.]
I've had it up to here with short, skinny men acting like they own the place.
[Riku, Bruce, Newt . . . is this the Invincible? Do people just come and go as they please?]
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[He bristles. In his mind, he's done nothing wrong. She told him to show up, he did, and here they are! Now there's hoops? Come on. Also, he's not that short!!!
...But, he does get it. Not enough to stop him from arguing, but, like, it's there.]
I have four PhDs in biology, one of which is in biochem. I pioneered methods for artificial tissue replication, not to mention, um, an entire new field of biology. You want me on this.
[...]
And I'm super bored. I bet you are, too.
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The truth is, it's difficult to say the problem, in no small part because the sole test for success was one woman's full stomach. So far, I've narrowed it down to the insertion of certain proteins at certain key stages, but it's still not stable enough to be of use as a transfusion. Just enough to fill a stomach.
Take a look.