Comic 93 - Use your blood
Posted on 27th Jul 2017, 7:52 PM
in The Hospital
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Michelle offers a tired kind of smile. "You tried usin' it on the door, didn'tcha?" You nod, solemnly. "An' it didn't work... so now you're worried you don't know what it really is."
Dr. Finch is just aware enough to butt in. "What what is? What are you people talking about?"
Michelle exhales hard. "If you're gonna use your blood on 'em... you should probably tell him."
You start to explain... well, the important bits, at least. Your blood can control bandages, and vents, but not doors. Or something. With full knowledge that you have some kind of magic blood, you ask him if he's still comfortable getting a transfusion.
"It's not like I have any other choice, right? Do it."
And, thus, you start to give him your blood. During the transfusion, Michelle starts to discuss it further. "Why didn't it work on the door? It works on bandages, it works on metal... what's a door made out of? Wood? Plastic?"
Dr. Finch stares at the ceiling, his face wrinkling for a moment. "Perhaps it's the application of the blood. Your blood would soak thoroughly through a bandage... and your blood was inside the vent, not outside. But... but but..." He doesn't quite have the strength to muster the last but. "A vent isn't a single object, is it? No... it's... a series of metal sheets bolted together. You didn't have to put your blood inside the metal... just the vent. The whole vent."
He stares at the ceiling harder, confused by the direction of his own thought process. "If I'm correct... then whatever phenomena your blood operates on recognizes the concept of a ventilation shaft. I could be wrong, it could be based on... material of application, or some undetermined mental trigger, or a hundred other things. But for simplicity's sake... my initial theory is, there's some psychic component to your blood trick, and your blood needs to be INSIDE something to take control of it. Not just smeared across the surface."
You finish the blood transfusion. Dr. Finch rests for a moment, then rises to his feet. "Well... I feel fine. Relatively, I mean. I feel like I was impaled, but at least my insides are staying inside."
You and Michelle both watch him, carefully, almost suspiciously. As though he could explode, or turn into a monster, or sprout wings and fly away at any given second. He starts to put his shirt and lab coat back on. "Yes, indeed... I don't seem to be feeling any extraordinary effects from your blood. Perhaps I was wrong? Or maybe it doesn't work on living entities... who knows? There's too many factors at play, I think."
You can now give commands to Dr. Finch, as well as yourself.
... Oh and offer the man a few pain killers. we still have a bottle of those on us right?
come to think of it, try to find some sturdy metal wire like a coat hanger wire so you can attach that $300 Zippo to your pesticide squirt gun to make a cheap flamethrower. You already have the duct tape for the job.
check that computer before/if you start taking apart those machines to see if they have something in them that'd do the job. might say something new, might not. Though you should prepare for a fight given what happened after the last time you used one of those.
Equipped:
Backpack
Bloody bandages
Nurse uniform
Scalpels
Backpack:
Basement keycard
Bloody towels
Clean severed hand
Credit card
Duct tape
Flashlight
Pack of cigarettes
Painkillers
Screwdriver
Super soaker [Pesticide]
Syringe [Pesticide]
Blood type checker
Police badge (Vasquez.. found on what's left of him anyways)
Cash (unspecified amount)
fancy lighter
[Party]
Jane Doe: Female MC, former nurse, and as their name says, a mystery. Has blood related powers.
Michelle: female test tube super soldier with a big fucking gun to match.
Dr.Finch: self proclaimed Genius, now also partially a meat puppet for Jane due to a life saving transfusion. He's only partially Jane's meat puppet because he's not a brainless thrall from that blood transfusion.