8418/Recycled Breathing

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Recycled Breathing
Date of Scene: 20 July 2019
Location: Security Center - X-Men Base
Synopsis: Summary needed
Cast of Characters: Cypher, Cannonball




Cypher has posed:
The medbay is quiet, except for the patient rasp of a ventilator.

Doctor Cecilia Reyes is watching a monitor display the lifesigns of her patient. "Unbelievable, Babel Fish. You should be dead." She says, to the unconscious form of Doug Ramsey. "Yet here you are, clinging to life, with extraña blood that makes no sense to me."

She shakes her head. "Lord, do X-Men die hard."

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie comes walking into the med lab, he headed here as soon as he heard, and they would let him. He frowns as he sees his friend like this, flashes of another worse time going through his head . "Doug." He says softly.

Cypher has posed:
Cecilia looks up, and then says, "He's unconscious, Bo Duke. Has been since they brought him in here." Her stern expression softens a bit. "But he's in there." She looks at the brain scans, that show activity. "I don't know how. But he's in there. It's looking like he might lose his right arm, though." She straightens up. "Might help him to hear your voice. I'll leave you alone."

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie will nod a bit frowning as he hears this. He will walk over tot he man and says softly "Damn it, Ah keep putting you in danger don't Ah." He will touch the man's good shoulder and says "Well you came back from worse dude you got this. Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light." He will quote knowing reading is something the two of them share.

Cypher has posed:
There is a flicker of brain activity at the touch, but otherwise stillness. One wonders what fever dreams are going through his head. Cecilia said that he was improbably clinging to life, and that there was something in his blood she couldn't figure out. Sweat beads on his forehead.

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie will look at the other man, and says "If you had a control alt delete key I would push it man, not sure how to help you. I wish lock was here, he might be able to help maybe he could check the tecno in you and get it to help fix you. I mean it did right after ya cameback.

Cypher has posed:
Brain activity spikes a bit more. Heart rate increases, fractionally.

"Gee Doug, I can't believe I met someone who likes my computer more than they like me!"

"You didn't!"

"That's Doug for you: No guts, less honor."

"Why don't you say that to my FACE, creep!"

"Rahne, LOOK OUT!"

His eyelids twitch.

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie looks on, and as the heart rate increaces he will call out "Hey Doc,, doc, what's going on,." He will take his friends hand "Come on Doug, your touch you can make it, they can't stop you, your the man with the plan. You aint even heard how my date went yet."

Cypher has posed:
There is a long stillness, and then Doug slowly locks Sam's hand into a deathgrip. He still has his eyes shut, but he tries to say something around the breathing tube in his mouth. It comes out as a gurgle.

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie will lean down and trys to understand the man. HE will look around for something to write with and says "What is it buddy come on give me a clue, I am here."

Cypher has posed:
It's a wet noise -- and then Doug starts tapping his finger in a beat on Sam's hand. Slow tap slow tap quick tap, quick tap slow tap, slow tap. Morse code?

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie will reach for the marker the doctors and nurses always have handy and uses his starts writing the message his buddy is giving him on the board nearby. Sam knows a few letters of the code, but once he has it written out will pull out hsi phone to look up the code and translate it

Cypher has posed:
M
E
A
T

...What?

Doug taps it on Sam's hand again, more intensely, squeezing his eyes shut.

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie 's brow raises and looks at the code, and says "Meat?" He will ask the man, looking at him "You calling me a meathead?" He asks, not sure what the other man is saying. He will look around seeing if something might have those initials around here

Cypher has posed:
Doug continues to tap it more furiously, keeping his hand locked on Sam's.

...He's asking for meat. Why is he asking for *meat*?

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie will look around, and spotting Cecila's lunch, he will move to grab it, and bring it over, and says "Ok, I got something. Can you breath if I take the tube out buddy?"

Cypher has posed:
...Man, is she going to be pissed, that is a fine looking sandwich. There is a rasp--

And then he raises the hand on his ruined arm, and something starts to crawl down his skin, vaguely liquid, shiny and solid, threaded with gold, like liquid carbon.

It shoots out and grabs the sandwich out of Sam's hand.

Warlock, being a technarch, didn't consume solid matter -- he subsisted entirely on energy taken from living things. Humans don't work that way. They absorb matter and then break that matter down into the materials they need to live.

The technorganic matter bleeding out of the wounds on Doug's arm dissolves that sandwich into material like itself, and absorbs it.

"Guh!" Doug gurgles, opening his eyes a hair. They're bloodshot. They're also threaded with gold wire. "Guh!"

You better find some more Guthrie.

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie will blink and he has seen warlock eat, and knows plants and such worked for him, but this is different. Sam Will look to doug "I will be right back." He tels his friend. He will move to head out puttting a loc code on the door as he rushes to the kitchen to raid all the left overs.

Cypher has posed:
There's a student standing there who was in the process of getting a midnight snack. She gives Sam a disbelieving stare. "Save some for the rest of us?" She asks, as she watches him take all the bologna.

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie looks over, and says "Here." and tosses the kid a pudding cup. He has al the sandwich meat and any of the left overs that were meat heavy. He will carry it all down tot he med lab in a grocery bag. Then he will open the lock heading inside to check on his friend. Chicken held out leading the way

Cypher has posed:
That tendril of technorganic... stuff grabs hold of whatever Sam puts in front of it, disassembles and absorbs it. And the more Sam feeds it, the more Doug's vital signs speed up. Finally, he reaches up, groping with his good hand, until he starts pulling out the breathing tube. He gags on it, retching as he tries to pull it up and out of his throat. "Gluh!"

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie will set the bag of stuff down where the other hand can easily get to it, moving to help his friend with the tube "Easy doug, easy, your here at the mansion.

Cypher has posed:
Once it's out of his mouth, Doug spits, and then gasps, his voice a croak. "Water--" He inhales, and then looks up at Sam. "...Mother*fuckers* *motherfucking* shot me Sam! Mother*FUCKER*!"

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie will get the other man some water a tall glass of it. "Yea, thats what they said, they shot you a few times bro." He will telll him

Cypher has posed:
Doug takes the water, and sips it, choking a bit, before he drains it all in one go, and gets up -- he doesn't pay the hospital gown he's wearing any mind, and he doesn't seem to notice that his right arm has turned to shiny black threaded with yellow techno-organic wiring. He walks over to the med-bay's computer, and extends the fingers of his black hand, one of which extends into a USB plug, which interfaces with the computer.

He starts to access the internet, riffling through information faster than the eye can follow. "Motherfuckers *shot me*--"