Save the Earth

[The video feed opens, and it's transmitting images from an odd angle. It's also bouncing around a little bit, because Mort's using the odd grasshopper can robot he received as his transmitter, and it's having to hop around a little as it records. The robot's got to keep moving because Mort's office is currently in the process of being trashed by a strange monster of some sort.

He'd been minding his own business, treating a patient--thankfully Asuka was also on the network--and after showing her the odd silver medal he'd echoed back, he'd picked up a baseball a patient had given him after giving up on the sport...really, when a coin slot had appeared on the baseball and his medal had gone in and then the monster had appeared, he wasn't too sure he had been seeing things correctly.]

I don't know what happened, but I was...I...I think I made this thing somehow, with that coin, and--

[Mort cuts off as he's forced to dodge and roll out of the way of the monster, which has just decided to slam that big mace-fist into the chair he was trying to shelter behind. He's hoping Asuka's okay, because he can't really seem to exert any sort of control over the monster whatsoever.]

It's out of control! Please--is there anyone who has some idea how to stop this th--

[And there he goes dodging again because a flying coffee mug has narrowly missed his head. The monster is throwing a tantrum, it seems. After a bit more smashing, it seems satisfied with the wreckage, and it jumps out the window, heedless of the fact that the window isn't actually open. Mort takes the opportunity to lie there and catch his breath for a moment.]

I...I should go after it. Can't let it just run loose…

[He turns to look over his shoulder at the rest of the office. First thing's first--make sure the patient is unharmed.]

Are you all right?

)((OOC: So this is the first part of Mort's misadventures in monster-making as detailed in my OOC post here, and I'll be posting a log later on for the actual fight with and destruction of the Yummy.))

[The webcam feed opens, and Mort looks a bit ashamed of himself.]

It would seem that I...well, I seem to have forgotten everything about these numbers and this network for the past couple of weeks. It's somewhat alarming, really.

[He sighs.]

I apologize if you came in looking for help with anything and I gave you a difficult time about it. I'm now leaving a few notes for myself in the event it happens again. Don't worry--it's nothing personally identifiable or dangerous to keep lying around, but it should be enough that I won't immediately start treating anyone talking about numbers and strange powers as delusional.

My office usually isn't open on Sundays, but given the circumstances, I'm here now. If you need to talk--or if I may have made things difficult for you this past week, please, stop by. If anyone's experiencing any new developments they're having trouble with, again, please feel free to stop by.

[There's another pause, as though what he's about to say next rubs his sense of ethics the wrong way.]

If circumstances call for it, I can...er, I can reassure your family members that everything's under control and that they've got nothing to worry about with these changes.

[There. He didn't outright say he'd lie for anyone, but that's basically what he means, loath as he is to admit it.]

Who: Mort Yokugawa and whoever might need to talk to a professional about anything that's going on.
What: Therapy, talking about feelings, possibly getting creeped out by Mort's doll.
Where: Mort's office.
When: All week.
Warnings: Well, if his creepy doll's just sitting on the shelf instead of in a drawer where it belongs, that's kind of freaky.

( But how does this make you feel? )

((Feel free to handwave your character having made arrangements to come in, or just stop by out of nowhere, it's your call! I'm not putting his initial network post up just for the sake of avoiding clutter.))

[Mort has not had a very pleasant time of things with the water being like it is. He's a psychiatrist. He is not supposed to be showing outward signs of being obviously off his rocker. Uncontrollable laughter does not help.

But what's almost worse for him beyond the laughter and the traumatic memory flashbacks is that the water seems to be drawing previous items he's regained back to him like a magnet. This goes for the creepy doll he got back for his very first item and promptly locked in a desk drawer. It's been appearing anywhere and everywhere he's come into contact with the water, much to his creeped out dismay. What's worse, now it seems to be coming with accessories, a bed and a set of devil hoodie pajamas. He's locked everything away in a drawer...so he thinks. He's making this transmission after accidentally drinking some infected tea, and the doll, dressed in the little suit he first found it in, is sitting on a shelf behind him. He has no idea it's there, and he looks a little worn out as he opens the video feed using the little grasshopper robot that appeared in his bag after the mine incident.]

I hope that whoever or whatever is infecting the water decides to stop very soon. I wasn't thinking earlier and got myself some tea...it's only just worn off.

Ah, well, to get to the point, I've had enough episodes with the water here at the office to the point I had to tell my assistant I've been experimenting with laughter-based therapy. If you're out and about in the area when you've been exposed, I can offer you a place to ride it out without it being too suspicious.

The same goes if your family or friends think there's something wrong with you after one of these incidents--if they want you to seek professional help, I'm a professional and I'm aware of the situation. I can help you with their concerns.

[He leans forward a little and looks into the grasshopper robot's camera.]

And I do have a question...has anyone had issues with the water making items appear in addition to the fits of laughter? I've been locking something in my desk drawer, and it keeps appearing wherever I am when I've been exposed to the water. It's starting to feel as though it's following me. Silly, I know, but when one locks something away, one doesn't expect to turn around and see it sitting there.

[Mort doesn't seem to realize that's the case now, and ignorance is bliss, right? At least it's not surprising him in the shower again.]