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[Doc appears on-screen, visibly shaken. He's in his laboratory, the DeLorean barely in the frame behind him. Anyone who has seen it before has likely seen it a mess as he set himself about a flurry of work, but it's in a far worse state now: it's not the work of someone working, but of a struggle, papers and components, odds and ends all over the place. He swallows hard, and speaks gravely.]

I very seriously doubt I need to stress the gravity of our situation to anyone; however, I wish to offer assistance to anyone who is in need. I have a vehicle, which I am more than willing to provide safe transit in as needed. I would provide a safe haven as well, were that possible. However...

[An uncertain glance off to the side.]

My laboratory has already been infiltrated. The... issue has been dealt with, and contained, the structure since fortified, but I very much doubt anyone would feel comfortable staying here.

[There's a loud banging in the background, and Everett barks in response. That's the only hint of what's going on as he cuts off the feed, the last visible frame one of him turning toward the noise.]

[ooc: at work now, tags later]

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[Ken hates these times. They always worry him.]

Doctor Brown? Are you alright?

Ken-- yes, yes, I'm quite all right.

Are you well? Are you somewhere safe?

[Oh no. Can't have someone worried about him. Not when he's just fine.]

I'm at home. There's no way anyone's getting in here.

But are you safe?

Doctor, is the DeLorean capable of standing against the creatures?

I am, yes, perfectly safe! Everything has been properly secured.

[Including the ghoul he has contained.]

I'm confident it is, yes - certainly far more than anyone on their own who may find themselves stranded in the open, and it's able to travel at far greater speed than any of these... creatures are capable of.

So you have no intention of putting yourself in peril?

Certainly not, no! I merely wish to provide assistance to any who may require it.

[And, in the background, a viciously sardonic voice speaks up, as Everett growls:]

Hey Doc...

And your creature is well-contained?

[Ghoul!Marty, now was not a good time to introduce yourself. Doc is a good bit more openly troubled when he speaks again, after a brief pause.]

He is, yes. I intend to... to determine the nature of these creatures, if they are infected with something, if they are who they appear to be...

You're the Doc, Doc.

[God that one was vicious. Twisted, snarling perversion of Marty.]

Good. Things are frightening enough right now.

[Yeah, Ken doesn't need to know about that. He'll get in a panic.]

[Now Chekov is concerned, Doc.]

I don't think that they are. It must be a curse.

It does not seem likely, but if it's something that can be isolated, if there's a way to isolate--

The consequences could be disastrous.

[A deep, shuddering breath on Doc's part.]

I must try.

[Doc really prefers for nobody to know about that, for as long as this crude distortion of Marty lets him.]

I'm certainly not one to argue with that. The entire situation is most... impossible.

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Impossible? It seems cruel, but...why do you say impossible?

Doctor, the odds that these people--the ones who are attacking--are in the City due to anything but a curse, are actually in the City and were not created by the deities, are infinitesimal.

[But he thinks he understands.]

You will tell me if I can help?

Yes, yes, I realize that, of course. Regardless, if I can determine the nature of these... affected individuals, it may be of some importance.

[And this is Marty.]

I will, certainly. Though, these are hardly the circumstances under which I would like my friends to meet.

A poor word choice, perhaps, as it clearly isn't, but-- certainly, those who are here, who have been unleashed upon the City in this state...

They cannot be dead.

I...I hope that's the case. Bizarre as the circumstances are.

Yes, I can imagine better circumstances.

Good luck with your determining, Doctor.

The City is clearly capable of a great deal of deceit, I would certainly not put such trickery beyond it.

Thank you, and-- should I require assistance of any kind, I will let you know. As it is, he is extremely... well-contained. I assure you, I am approaching the matter most cautiously.

[Though he is definitely nuts.]

That's true. This, though. It's just so sickening. Some of these people recognize the ones out there.

Yes... a phenomenon I am rather personally acquainted with, I must admit.

You saw someone you know.... [It's not exactly a question, just a slightly horrified realization.]

Doctor Brown, I'm sorry.

Are you sure you don't need any help?

[He has someone he knows, in containment.]

Yes, yes, I'm quite sure. Everything is entirely under control, I can absolutely assure you.

[He's not completely convinced, but Ken decides he should let it go if Doc is this insistent about it.]

All right. But if you need any help after all, please let me know?

I certainly will.

[He'd love for his friends in the City to meet Marty, but these are not the circumstances under which he'd like that to happen.]

And if there's anything you need, please do not hesitate to let me know, either. The DeLorean should be able to provide adequate transport and protection despite the situation.

Thank you. If I need to go anywhere, I'll let you know. [Ken remains downhearted, though, worried for Doc.]

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