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[ex_mettacrusher33]

Well, Audentes. Things have certainly taken a turn towards Sweeps Week, haven't they?

[Who's this stunningly handsome, yet unfortunately badly lit human...? Obviously, it's Mettaton, darlings, learn how to read. But wherever could he be with such hideous lighting?]

Riots, infected, and secrets, oh my... While we're out here doing our best to keep both the townspeople and ourselves safe, I thought it'd be a good time to share with the class what we might have found. And without having to play me for it!! Lucky you. [Wink.

The "camera" gets turned away from Mettaton (a crime, he knows), now clearly showing the inside of Woodhurst Watch HQ. Specifically, inside the head editor's room. He expertly pans it from the mess on the floor that the infected and townsfolk left in their rush to head out towards the top of the desk he's sitting at. On the desk, next to where he's perched his legs (you're welcome), are some scattered sheets of paper. He's focusing his communications jewelry on one in particular.]

"Local cancer patient attacks doctor during regularly scheduled chemotherapy appointment." How dramatic. But certainly interesting, isn't it? [He's audibly tapping his fingers on the desk, just out of frame.] Can't say I know entirely what to make of it, but I'm sure checking any records in the hospital would be a good start.

Also. [He turns his necklace back to himself.] Since I and, I'm only assuming, the rest of those inorganic among us aren't particularly interesting to those infected, we might prove ourselves useful when it comes to... Well. Anything. Can't be infected, won't even attract attention... [He puts a hand to his chest and sighs.] I never thought I'd find an audience I couldn't captivate. But! Here we are and the show must go on.

[Slightly more serious. It's obvious there are specific, less fortunate people on his mind.] If there's anyone out there that needs help, let me know. I'm no superhero, but...

...Why waste a talent when you have it?

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[ex_mettacrusher33]

[This is because he mocked his voice, isn't it?]

Well, don't leave us in the lurch now. Details, sweetheart. Details.

[moneyballer]

[No, it's because he isn't sure if he'd be quite as composed if he were speaking.]

When I was snoopin' around city hall, I found somethin' hella weird, yo.

Turns out the mayor and some employees were talkin' about a dude who straight up vanished. There was no name, number, or report of what he did or was licensed to do. Just that he worked at the hospital, wasn't showin' up anymore, and that they thought the virus had somethin' to do with it.

I tried to get a hold of the mayor, and he made me go on one wild ass goose chase. Said I had to grill the staff. I did my best, but they're keepin' shit locked up real tight.

Sounds like a set up to me.

[ex_mettacrusher33]

It certainly does sound like that, doesn't it? I mean. Of course sick people are going to be found at a hospital. That's like being surprised about snails on a farm. But that silence on top of the militarized force, even before the riots, is telling, isn't it? You don't do that unless you know something's very, very wrong.

Haha. And here I was called silly for going the conspiracy route. Turns out disaster movies were right about something.

You didn't hear anything about a Dr. Delgado, did you?

[moneyballer]

No, never heard of him.

Talk to me, bruh.

[ex_mettacrusher33]

[A look of mild disgust crosses Mettaton's face for a brief moment at that. "Bruh. ;)" It's clearly not this human's fault. He's never had to deal with a muscular sea-horse with an obsession with protein powder and creepily winking as a neighbor.

...on second thought, thinking of the horrors of Aaron brings a new sort of calm. Mettaton may be in the middle of an apocalypse movie, surrounded on all sides by death and destruction...

But at least Aaron's not here winking at him.

Anyway.]

He was the doctor who was attacked by his cancer patient. Since this is a report and not an obituary, I'm assuming he's alive.

Maybe he's connected.

[moneyballer]

[???

Asher makes note of Mettaton's discomfort, although he can't quite place the source.]

So this Delgado guy had one of his patients flip out on him.

Did they catch the Bristol virus, or what?

[ex_mettacrusher33]

It's not clear, but likely. Is there another reason for a cancer patient to get so violent at her regular doctor?

Especially since, and I'm not personally familiar with the disease so take this with a grain of salt, I'm fairly certain cancer patients undergoing chemotherapy aren't exactly known for their renowned physical strength.

[moneyballer]

Nah, not really.

[Asher grows uneasy again, thinking of all the different ways in which the aforementioned conflict could have gone down.

It's awful, to think that someone already suffering so much would lose control of themselves in a different way.]

Is the patient still alive?

[ex_mettacrusher33]

The report wasn't finished, so I can't say for sure. It's all the more a prerogative then, to check the patient records at the hospital. All of these infected people must have something in common.

But. What with the riots, enforcement officers, and general hustle and bustle of a serious outbreak, the hospital ALSO isn't someplace to easily snoop around.

You wouldn't happen to know anyone working there, would you?

[moneyballer]

I know two people on the inside, yeah.

[Sonia Nevermind and that one creepy dude with the hat.]

I'll touch base with 'em. Maybe we can check and see if Dr. D's still workin' over there. If he is, we should probably ask him a whole buncha stuff.

[ex_mettacrusher33]

An interrogation, is it? Why, darling. You had me at "hello." [Wink.

Oh god, is he doing the Aaron thing...? Is he just as bad?

...no. No. That's impossible. No one is as bad as Aaron.]

Thanks for your time, by the way. And do let me know if there's any way a star like me can help.

[moneyballer]

[Asher isn't bothered by it at all. If anything, he loves the attention.]

No problemo.

I'll let you know what I find.

[ex_mettacrusher33]

Oh yes!! Before you go: what's your name, gorgeous? Or should I call you...?

[He trails off with the most pointed smile on his face.]

[moneyballer]

[Ah.

His brows furrow at that, although not in an unpleasant way.]

It's Asher.

[ex_mettacrusher33]

Wonderful, Asher. I'll see you around, then.

[moneyballer]

Yeah.

See ya.