aaaaaaaaaaaa phil + medic catch all

[xenoqueen]

who knows how often ill actually use this

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[resortghosts]

[Last time, on SCP Foundation PCs...

Ripley has mostly calmed down the freaking-out at this point, but Phil[and anyone in the halls, really] probably could've heard the initial wave of Rage. And Medic is not doing himself any favors by explaining how this shit works.]

So! Essentially, the Ubervalve installed into your heart reacts to the beam of my Medigun when I've reached full Ubercharge, which is built up through me healing people.

When I deploy Ubercharge, the device reacts and shoots a high-voltage wave of healing throughout both of our bodies, temporarily making our bodies glow and making us impervious to multiple forms of damage!

For approximately 8 seconds, we become like gods.

[imstuck]

[Suddenly there's a knock.]

Hey Rips, if anyone were asleep right now you'd be loud enough to take the dead! What the hell is going on?

[xenoqueen]

[There's a lot of information to process right now and, to be honest, Ripley is beyond capability to be (that) angry about it anymore. She's just. Lying down and occasionally getting unsettled by her own heartbeat.]

At least now you have an actual reason to fix the damn thing--

[And...there's Phil. Ripley visibly winces, putting her face in her hands again.]

Oh my God. Can you get the door, please?

[resortghosts]

[Medic obliges, relaxing now that it doesn't look like Ripley is gonna knock his lights out with the chair anymore.

Hi Phil! You can probably take a guess as to who the invisible force opening the door might be.]

[imstuck]

Medic? Why are you here?

[He's just guessing this is medic because that's the ghost he talks to the most often.]

So what, are you all having a slumber party without me?

[xenoqueen]

[Also, one of the few ghosts Ripley actually still talks to. From the bed--]

Apparently, your boyfriend here stapled a goddamn baboon heart into my chest that makes me invincible. I apparently agreed to this.

[She glances up to look towards the door, an incredibly flat expression on her face.]

Neither of us remember this. Have a seat?

[The chair is a reasonable distance in front of Phil, now.]

[resortghosts]

[Right to the heart of the matter huh ripley]

ok "stapled" is such a crude way to put it, it's a heart transplant!

but yes. with all likelyhood I performed the surgery while we were all at that "Foundation", before our memories of that time were lost. And I always get permission from civilians before performing experiments! So there's no doubt that you agreed to it!

[Probably!]

[imstuck]

[Phil awkwardly takes a seat. (Quietly talking about how weird this all is while Ripley and Medic argue)]

I'm sorry this is a lot to take in. So you've sewn a baboon's heart into Ripley? I'm not the biggest fan of her either but I like her enough to not put an animal's heart into her!

[xenoqueen]

You perform experiments on citizens--?!

[Actually, why is she surprised at this? This fucking may as well happen. She's so goddamn tired.]

--You know, I was pretty hung up on it, too. I was half ready to tear my damn heart out of my own chest.

[Sits up in bed, tilting her head to the side as she leans back on her arms.]

But if I'm still alive, that must mean something, right?

[resortghosts]

NOT NORMALLY! THAT'S WHY I ASK PERMISSION!

yes, please don't tear your heart out. i dont exactly have any replacements around here and this isn't exactly a good environment for an emergency heart transplant

and of course I used an animal heart, the human heart would've exploded! And then she'd be dead. Which we very much don't want.

[imstuck]

Great, thanks Medic. It's really fucking terrifying that you're inserting hearts into our bodies with something that could kill a normal human heart!

[xenoqueen]

Even so--!

[Ripley just. Stares at Phil because trying to stare at Medic is like trying to find a needle in a haystack.]

He's got a point, you know. Like--

[Wait.] Hang on, if I have this dumb baboon heart, who's to say other people haven't had their hearts transplanted, too?!

[resortghosts]

[Medic starts writing something out before Ripley interrupts herself. There's a pause. He tosses aside what he'd been writing and and hands them a new note.]

i

have no idea?

monday, week 4

[xenoqueen]

[Early Monday morning, Ripley sends out two private messages to Medic and Phil.]

Meet me in my room in ten minutes. Don't say a word to anyone else.

[There is no other explanation.]

[imstuck]

[Luckily for Ripley, Phil was forced to wake up at 6 AM every day for a decade so he's actually not late for this early morning meeting!

Phil grabs a quick coffee and heads to Ripley's room, knocking on her door in the "shave in a haircut" bit.]

[resortghosts]

[Medic, meanwhile, is a bit slower to drag himself out of bed. Look, after years of Soldier's early morning wake-up calls, Medic's taking every chance to sleep in that he can get.

He does manage it, though, and trails behind Phil with Archimedes in tow. While he could just phase through her door, he waits outside for her to open her door, half-slumped against the wall with his eyes closed. Archimedes preens his hair.]

[xenoqueen]

[The door opens just enough for Ripley to peek out into the hall. When she sees Phil standing there and Archimedes floating in the air, she opens the door a little wider and gestures for them to come in.

When they're both inside, she quietly closes the door and turns to face them, crossing her arms.]

Right. Keep your voices down. This never leaves this room, alright?

[imstuck]

[Oookay that's weird. Phil follows her into her room but he looks at Archimedes in confusion.]

Rips, what's this about? Is this your weird attempt at murdering me or something?

[resortghosts]

[Medic immediately dives for the bed and flops down on it, startling Archimedes. His handwriting is lazy and harder to make out, and you can hear faint yawning while he's writing it.]

if that were the case why would she bring me to witness it

[xenoqueen]

[She just. Gives Phil a glare and sighs.]

God, what? No, it's not even Friday. Besides, even though I...barely tolerate you, I'd have no reason to murder you.

[A pause. She lowers her voice to a murmur.]

Because I had reasons to be out in that hallway on Thursday.

[imstuck]

I see my theory from last Thursday was right.

[He's... referring to the fact that he said that the only reason why he's not dead is because no one cares about him enough to kill him.]

... Rips, why were you out in the hallway?

[But yeah this sounds super sus.]

[resortghosts]

i think you can technically kill any day of the week, its just mafia confined to thursday nights

[Medic does wake up a little when Ripley speaks up, though. He's still splayed out on the bed, but he's looking up at her with his head propped up on his arms.]

[xenoqueen]

[Ripley grimaces. She glances towards the door as if to make sure that it's closed.]

I was out there protecting Akira. [A pause. She snorts.] Felt sort of pointless when he pulled that stunt at the trial, thought.

[She...lets that settle in for a moment.]

Ever since this dumb game started, I've been trying to protect people, week after week. It's...my job.

[imstuck]

[Phil takes a long sip of his coffee.]

So.

Why is it your job to protect some dumb kid?

[xenoqueen]

What? I didn't protect him until he painted that huge target on his goddamn back!

[She closes her eyes, pinching the bridge of her nose.]

Do I literally need to spell it out for you? I have a goddamn role, and that role is to protect people.