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[littletonoidea]

"This is the audio log of Communications Officer Doug Eiffel of the-- previously of the U.S.S Hephaestus, leave a message and I'll see if I can bear to drag myself away from whatever utterly engaging task I must be doing to not notice my comms--"

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[littletonoidea]

Only if you ever need a B negative blood transfusion from me. My plague's injection only, apparently.

[brushoff]

If I need a blood transfusion, something's gone terribly wrong.

[ immortality, baby! ]

I'm assuming your deal involves getting rid of it?

[littletonoidea]

I mean-- yeah, of course. You think I wanna spend the rest of my life being a walking biohazard? Plus if it resurges again I don't think anyone here knows how to save my ass. Only our good ol' personal Rasputin knows what went into me.

[brushoff]

You know, you could ask the Admiral for information on whatever's inside of you. I'm sure he's got a safeguard somewhere, if he tells you what it is, maybe someone here could whip up the fantasy equivalent.

[ Because they don't really have any sci-fi doctors on here, do they. Granted, they don't really have any doctors period, just an ex-con who's exclusively learned on the job and fucking Dracula, but Dorian's keeping that point to himself at the moment. ]

[littletonoidea]

Our doctors are an ex-con and fucking Dracula, what the hell are they gonna do with like- some goddamn sci-fi genome sequence or whatever? Hilbert was the guy who made it and he didn't even know what it was doing, only what it was supposed to do. And apparently it's supposed to be some damn super soldier serum, but all I got was a collapsed lung.

[brushoff]

That's why I said whip up the fantasy equivalent. Fucking Dracula might be able to do some magical bullshit if he knows what the sci-fi nonsense is supposed to do. Magic's stupid like that.