Comic 206 - Ask Dr. Finch about his equipment

Posted on 9th Aug 2017, 2:38 PM in Blood on Mars
Ask Dr. Finch about his equipment

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Morgenstern 9th Aug 2017, 2:38 PM edit delete
You ask Dr. Finch what all the gear in his cabinet is for.

"Oh, all manner of things. I spend a good deal of my off time... trying to cure the incurable, or crack the code of psychic phenomena, or other romantic concepts. You know, find that one big breakthrough that will put me on the map. Though, I suppose..."

He pauses, looking aside for a moment.

"I suppose that raises the real question, doesn't it? If I'm capable of all that, or at least pretending to make a dent in it, why was I working at some mid-tier, low budget hospital? And I suppose that's the root of my problem. With my credentials, my experience, I could easily land a job at a major laboratory. I could be making astounding pay doing research in my fields of interest, if... if not for the pressure. I've submitted things before, and the review process nearly scared me to death. It's fun to dabble in experimentation, but needing to produce results professionally... it's different.

It was so much easier just being a... a big fish in a proverbial pond. Working at that hospital wasn't glamorous, but there was no burden. Fixing bones and treating allergies, I could do all that in my sleep. 'Twas no weight on my shoulders, and I just... I just coasted. It was cowardly of me, when I could be doing so much more, but I'd grown rather comfortable in my denial.

I think that's why all this has gotten to me so much. I... I was fine, being afraid. Running from life, so to speak. No one else had to know I was anything but your everyday doctor. No one else had to know my aspirations to greater things, nor my lack of drive to accomplish them. The attack at the hospital... it highlighted my cowardice. Presented it. Put it center stage. Here is this man, who thinks himself brilliant... hiding in a laundry machine.

I deduced that monster's reliance on smell. I could have used that to save people. I could have used that to get out of the building, to get help, to... to do anything, but I used it to hide and wait for someone else to solve the problem for me. And... and and and, the worst part, the worst part of all, is that it didn't bother me. It didn't bother me until I found out someone else knew.

That... that grinning face, in the surveillance room. It mocked me. It taunted me for being such a craven coward.

I want to do something. I don't know what, but... I want to save this city from the atrocities these men are committing. I want to be a part of the solution. I must. I need to... to atone, I suppose. For all the good deeds I never had the gall to do, all the greatness I wasn't brave enough to achieve. I must make amends to the world for what I've deprived it of."

Michelle pops back into the room.

"Hey. So, I didn't get as much shoppin' done as I'd have liked--I almost beat a guy's ass for starin' at me too long. We got a shotgun, my pistol, the two pistols we pulled off those cops, a blindfold and some zip ties. For, like, tyin' a guy to a chair or somethin'. Also got ski masks, and some different clothes for everybody.


She stares, slowly crossing her arms against her chest.

"You ain't blonde no more, Blondie. People are gonna think I'm weird callin' you Blondie."

You start to explain that you dyed your hair so people wouldn't recognize you, but Michelle cuts you off, messing up your hair with one big hand.

"I don't need your excuses. Hey, do we got somewhere to take this guy? Finch, I know you don't mind us hatchin' a scheme here, but I really don't want this to be where we have our after party. Did your parents own any other places, Blondie?"

You shake your head. As far as you know, the one house was their only property.

"Suuucks. There's plenty of places in the lower tiers we could hide from the cops, but then we're gonna have the drugged up cultists breathin' down our necks. You could take him to your mom's skin ship I guess, but they're gonna know where we are. They might not be able to do much about it, but they'll know.

Ah, well. We'll figure all that out tomorrow, I'm tired as hell."

You all rest for the night.

What do you want to do the following morning?


Macheman7 9th Aug 2017, 3:50 PM edit delete reply
Have a nice hearty breakfast... And coffee. Lotsa. Coffee. Try to see if we can mimic the 'buzz' or 'alert' sense coffee gives you. Could come in handy.
Also, it's good for your heart now.

After that, beats me. I've not been scheming along with the rest of you so well. Inject a couple of backup rats for spying, in case something happens to Rat One.
Also, see if you can do anything fun with a gun and your blood- some way to inject your blood into someone from range, maybe.

Uh... On the commute to the club, put on some tunes to get everybody psyched for the trip. Also, ask tunes preferences; We've fought alongside them, but how well do we know them, really?

Also, Full Inventory Check. Might save our asses to have some towels with the Scent of Fresh Linens later- I'm still feeling they might have a bio printer in a place like that, one way or another.
Now that we're on our own in the city (that is, notpressing concerns/being trapped in a hospital) we could go and buy a bunch of useful stuff, too.
PurpleKetchup 9th Aug 2017, 4:20 PM edit delete reply
Mom's skinship, ha ! Be careful what you wish for.
Wonder how Jane's father got her fancy, really. Managing stocks isn't usually how you woo alien tentacled extrasensorial species.

Or is it ?!

... anyway, does Finch own a roll of Vicryl or similar ? Imbuing that with Jane's blood would be a fair bit more stealthy than the IV bag-and-needle we tried earlier, and light enough to strap to our murid operative(s).
D 8th Sep 2017, 11:34 AM edit delete reply
For everything else (now including love of extraterrestrial Elder Ones), there's MasterCard