a video from the desk of dr. lafresque [8/??? artefacts collected]

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[ Dr. LaFresque is sitting at his desk, slaving over a bunch of notes and research journals. He takes a long sip of his coffee and sighs. Too many patients seem to be getting worse instead of better. He looks at the documents before him and sends a transmission to his colleagues. ]

I know this whole folie à plusieurs business has been talked to death recently, but I was really hoping we could- uh, hold a staff meeting over it sometime next week.

I know- [ He shuffles through his notes. ] I know some of our patients have started talking about Wonderland of their own, that is- that is, patients in isolation who couldn't possibly have had any input from the outside.

So... [ He taps his pen on the desk a few times. ] I know it's probably as simple as a chatty intern leaking case information, but--

[ Here is where he stops dead in his tracks, startled by a sound, by the roaring laughter that seems to be... well... coming from inside his head. ]

Uh... excuse me for... a second.

[ He takes a deep breath and reaches for his coffee mug, only to knock it over the next second. Why? Because that sound is not just laughter now. ]

{Okay-- okay, I was gonna keep my mouth shut until Christmas, but this is... hhahaha, this is just priceless, monkey. You actually think you're the real deal. You even got all those fancy new memories that won't let me anywhere near them for a little modification. Not bad, really. Not bad at all.

And... well, I gotta hand it to you, you're not half as terrible a shrink as I thought you'd be and this is kinda fun to watch, so... you know what? I'll just be quiet for now and enjoy the show. Wouldn't want to interrupt too much, seeing as hearing voices is sorta a bad thing in your line of work. Heh... }

[ A last chuckle that slowly fades into silence. Philip looks around, eyes wide. Then he remembers the transmission that's still going. He closes his eyes, takes a deep breath, reaches for a tissue and wipes up the spilt coffee with shaking hands, smiling nervously into the camera. ]

Night shifts. Impossible.

....Ah, as I was saying, I was hoping everyone could put together a brief report; name of patient, current and past medication, prior symptoms and the time they first started talking about... Wonderland.

I'd be willing to put it all together and then... then we'll hopefully see where it all comes from, because I'm sure we've all got enough on our plates without the extra symptom, right?

...ah, that would be all. Thank you.

[ And the transmission goes off. Philip stares at the notes on his desk, but he can't for the life of him bring himself to focus. Sure, this one patient is costing him more nerves, sleep and time than he ever thought possible, but that's no reason to be hearing....

He adamantly shakes his head, empties what is left of his coffee and stands up. He gathers his things and heads out to check on a few patients. Inmates, feel free to run into him then, if you like. ]

[[OOC: Yeah, let's OOCly cut for length.]]