[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]

We can't afford to have it make anything worse. All we're doing now is testing different white blood cells to offset the vaccines we're experimenting with, and all of those are being tested against samples of the virus. We know quite a few nonhumans have heightened immune systems and aren't at a risk of being infected at all.

Would you happen to be one of them?

[tragos]

[What the what. It's probably obvious by the way his brows knit up and he proceeds to nod and blink, but he has no idea what any of that means. What's white blood??]

I'm--I--not human, no. I've no idea if I am more immune, however.

[predomination]

[SSSSSSCIENCE.]

Oh don't worry! We can test that too. It'll be informative for you, and helpful to us.

[tragos]

[Look. LOOK. The only people on Azeroth interested in both Science and Plagues are the Royal Apothecary Society, and they're really, really not the kind of people you want to be anywhere near, okay? Okay. So, like, please excuse him if he remains a little anxious. It is taking a lot to trust people he just met.

But he's also out of his depth and he knows it, so. It takes him a minute, and he takes a deep breath, but finally he nods.]

All right. What must I do?

[predomination]

[not trusting urahara at face value is the smartest thing anyone can do.]

Not much. Just stand perfectly still while I poke a tiny needle into one of your veins and draw a little blood.

[it's probably safer to assume the step by step process will be easier to understand. also never let it be said that he never gives all the information up front.

only most of the time.]

[tragos]

[He would keep this in mind if he knew about it.

He shrugs, seemingly unperturbed. A little blood is no big deal, it's not like he hasn't lost his share of it otherwise, yeah?]

Simple enough. When and where?

[predomination]

It would be easiest if you came to the hospital. Just tell them you're here for a blood test with "Dr. Urahara" [still hilarious] and they'll alert me.

[tragos]

Hm. I suppose a quick visit would cause little disturbance... Do you wish to see me now, or is later better?

[predomination]

I think with everything going on, there's no time like the present.

[tragos]

[So chipper. It may be beginning to give him that creeping feeling. Stil...if it will help.]

I will...make my way to you, then.