[Video | UN: METTATON]

[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?

Comments

[predomination]

It would probably be safer to drop them by my apartment. Nyuu-san can take them for me- she should be there around now.

[flashbanging]

Oh, Nyuu. Sweet girl.

[ He nods, tipping his hat. ]

That'll do fine.

[predomination]

I really do appreciate you investigating all of this. Perdition's Rest felt like it took us too long to get on the same page and by that time, too much damage had been done.

[flashbanging]

You think so?

[ He looks a bit surprised to hear that. Was he the only person who had fun on that mission? ]

Huh. Well, maybe. Reckon we did all right in the final analysis, though.

[predomination]

Oh, there's no doubt that we succeeded where it counts, but... Well, I might be being a bit harsh, I suppose. I would have liked to have seen fewer casualties, but we just didn't know going in what we really were dealing with, and there was no way around it.

[flashbanging]

[ Some of us were a little wrapped up in our childhood fantasies for the better part of the mission. McCree looks chagrined. Right ... it did get pretty bloody right at the end, there. ]

Reckon so. I mighta been sorta checked out, myself. Not planning to make the same mistake twice.

[predomination]

I wasn't much better, myself. [having written off the Qorral as the cause of the problem to begin with, and not the victims.] But you're right about that. And we're doing well so far.

[let's just hope it continues that way.]