6444/A Visit To Mount Sinai

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A Visit To Mount Sinai
Date of Scene: 10 February 2019
Location: Morrigan's Office - Mount Sinai
Synopsis: The Red Hood makes an office visit to get some help with a blood mystery.
Cast of Characters: Morrigan MacIntyre, Red Hood




Morrigan MacIntyre has posed:
Who actually works on a Sunday? Morrigan does! Beause she's had a few days off of work post Punisher incident and post Winter Soldier getting blown to hell. This gives her time to go into her office at Mount Sinai and shee about backlogs and anything else that she missed. The doctor is out of her usual dress clothes and just sporting jeans, boots and a long sleeved shirt. Her mass of red hair is left down as well. There's the sound of typing as she replies to an email.

Red Hood has posed:
The life of a red head that gets all the attention from perhaps all of the wrong men in her life. It's not Castle or Buchanan that shows up to ruin the view of the GW Bridge in New York, instead, the night sky is broken up by a figure in black and red, that hood familiar to those that know their criminal lore as the vigilante known as only Red Hood knocks on the window.

After all, it's better to ask permission to be let in or something like that, right?

Morrigan MacIntyre has posed:
Morrigan actually startles at the knock, because she wasn't expecting things from the window, she always figured knocks came from doors and not stories up. So her violet gaze swings to see who is at the window. There might be a sigh of relief when it's actually not Frank. There's a squint and then she rises, walking to the window, "I think you've got the wrong office." she mutters. Then she's opening the window so he doesn't fall off the building, "There's a door, you know that right?" the Irish woman points out.

Red Hood has posed:
"Doctor Morrigan McIntyre?" If she's wearing her nametag, Red Hood will glance right at it before he smirks. "Not the wrong office, just a delivery boy - when you absolutely have to get it there." comes the response with a chuff of amusement as he remains perched on the edge of the window. "Heard you were the go-to girl for blood research around here."

Morrigan MacIntyre has posed:
Morrigan gives a curious look to the man, "Yes, that's me." she nods to him. Then there's a laugh, "Don't let me stop you from making an entrance. I'm sure you're not going to fall to your death." she muses. Then she sobers a touch, "Yes, I'm well versed in Hematology. What can I help you with, Mister Hood." she looks to him. Then she steps back from the window so he can get in if he wants.

Red Hood has posed:
Leaping inside, the Hood opens his jacket. There's the twin pistols just beneath, that's not what he goes for. Instead, he pulls a vial of blood out and sets it on the counter. There's no name on it. Just a vial. "Came from a twenty-something kid. Died for about six months, then came back." He gestures to the vial.

"Want to know how. So I figured I'd come to an expert to see what she could find out, if she was interested."

Morrigan MacIntyre has posed:
Morrigan looks over him as he leaps inside and then there's a bit of a curiousness at the vial of blood he pulls out, "Wait, they were dead and then just came back?" she makes sure she heard that right. "Do you know how they died? That might help just a tiny bit in things. But I can do a full workup of the blood and go from there." she nods to him. Then she's quiet a beat, "I mean, sure I'm interested in looking at it." she smiles.

Red Hood has posed:
"Died in an explosion. Got buried, somehow dug his way out." comes the response from the Hood. Of course, he knows there's a lot more to the story.

Of course there's more - that's your blood.

There's a little snort from the vigilante at his thought, as his attention turns back to the redhead. "How long will it take to get a basic workup done?"

Morrigan MacIntyre has posed:
Morrigan gives a look to him, "That's definitely not normal." the doctor shakes her head. "I'm not going to assure you that I can find something, sounds a bit on the supernatural side to be honest, but I'll see what I can come up with." she tells him with a smile. "And basic workup is about a day. I can get it down by tomorrow afternoon if I take the day off of work." she admits. "Do you know whose blood it is? Their old medical history might help me identify new markers and other phenomena." she points out to him.

Red Hood has posed:
"Not something I'm at liberty to give yet. Let's see what you find out, and then we'll go from there." comes the response from the helmet-wearing man. "I can come back in a day or two and find out what you got. Remind me to bring some food so I don't come empty-handed."

Like he did this time.

Morrigan MacIntyre has posed:
Morrigan watches him and there's a soft nod from the woman, "Absolutely. Don't want to pry too much where it's not needed." she tells him with a smile. Then she reaches out to pick up the vial of blood and there's a look down to it, "I'll go get this started then." she states. The comment of food makes her laugh a little, "Doctors tend to enjoy being brought food, so that sounds nice." she admits. "Anything else needed?" she asks him.

Red Hood has posed:
"Yeah. What type of food does a redhead doctor like?" comes the question from the Hood, as he glances towards the vial as she takes it. "Let's see what you find from the blood first, because right now, that would be a totally loaded question, Doctor MacIntyre."

Morrigan MacIntyre has posed:
"I'll eat most anything. But if you want to make up for scaring the life out of me then Chinese or Italian." Morrigan smiles to that. Then she's looking to him, "I'll get this all ready for you. And I'll even leave the window unlocked so you don't have to hang out in the cold." she chuckles.

Red Hood has posed:
"Sounds like a plan." With that, Red Hood backs towards the window.

So it begins.

"Good luck to you, Doctor." And then he falls backwards, out of the window. If she runs over to see where he went, she'll see him swinging away on a grapple line.

Vigilantes and their dramatic exits/entrances.