Monsters and Hunters

Petro is laughing his head off as the scene unfolds. The sudden tar-explosion from Wilson combined with Orlando's reaction is just hilarious to the old man.
"HAH! HOOO HOHOHEAAAAH! I'll tell you, Orlando! That's something serioAAAAHAAAAHAHAH! Ohoohoo..." He wipes a tear from his eye. "Haven't had that good of a laugh since Murdoch came in with a second head! Heheheh..."
He stands up, and grins as he wipes away some black tar off of his white lab coat. "I can see why, Orlando. I can see why. That there fella has some serious anxiety. Here, here. I've got just the thing."

Petro opens yet another cluttered cabinet, various colored bottles and containers of drugs, pills, herbal substances, and liquids are shoved aside and placed next to each other with no rhyme or reason. Humming as he moves through the clutter like a bear through a garbage can, Petro finally pulls away with a container with a color that can be best described as a "dull Cyan".

"Alrighty now, Orlando. I've dealt with anxiety in the past and allow me to tell you that this medication is for in the moment and for temporary use. This isn't gonna cure him, but it'll help a lot. You might consider getting the poor guy a therapist. In the meantime, whenever he's gonna be going out, make sure to give this to him. It should prevent extreme anxiety attacks for an hour or so per pill, so no more than one per hour. Should calm him down. A lot."

He hands the bottle to Orlando, along with a miniature sheet of paper with his signature, how to use the medication, and a couple of side effects to be wary of. Most of them are rather trivial, like mild drowsiness, miniature headaches, and some blurred vision.

"Seeming how he's human enough when he's not trying to tar and feather somebody, all directions should be followed as I have said previously, and on that paper there in case you forget. Oh, you should also probably try and calm him down now. Almost forgot about him!" Petro holds back a chuckle as he remembers the state Wilson is in.

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The lady smiles slightly. "Ah, yow're the new one, aye? Tha'explains et. Ye, the awmory is daun on the secund flor o' tha' basement. Sub Levol Two, love."
The hissing sound ends in a bright flash of light, a loud boom, and glass and water being strewn about. The lady is, once again, not phased.
"Yeah, just head inta tha'elevator and sub levol two is gunna be one o'tha blue buttons. Did'tha answa you're questions, dear?"

*Doors? um... you push against them, and they open*
*the Burnt shoves against the door at full speed, on a mission to try and take the test... actually, it has no idea what its holding the test for. or what its trying to do. its just fleeing*

Orlando made a face, taking out the outstretched materials and turned to chase after the mad monster. "Wilson!!!" He called out after him as he ran.

Casendra nods "Thank you ma'am!" with a bright smile as she swiftly turned and rushed toward the elevator seeing Wilson run by her she looked at him curiously, but continued onto the elevator very determined to escape this floor. She pressed the button that said "Sub level 2" and boom she was off as the doors to the elevator closed.

! *now someone was yelling. the Burnt feels like it must have done something wrong, and continues to try and rush away somewhere alone* *where's a janitorial closet when you need it*

He cursed Alexandra once again for not allowing him to carry even a stungun around the facility as he chased after the frightened. "Wilson. Wilson it's okay. Come back. Friends remember?"

*The Burnt begins to calm, turning attention away from panicked fleeing, and towards you*
*ok. friends...* *its still clinging tight to the Test, unsure of anything about it, but knowing that there was something of EXTREME importance involving it*

"Wilson? You okay?" Orlando asked hesitantly stepping forward.

*ok... is it ok? ... must not be. its Burnt* *the Burnt shakes NO* *fortunately, the Burnt is already starting to retract, the head simply covered instead of dripping Tar* *almost calmed*

"I know. Taking tests are stressful, aren't they, buddy?" He said stepping closer. "You don't have to stress about it any more. Dr. Petro gave me pills for you to take."

*TEST! ... but, not need to stress... thats much much better... the Burnt completely goes away* *Wilson becomes fully alert, realizing that he's got a ruined test in his hands* "oh my... I'm... sorry... sorry..."
*He's feeling very embarrassed about the whole thing* "did I fail?"

"No, no. On the contrary you passed with flying colors." That wasn't too far of a stretch, olando thought smiling at him. "Dr. Petro gave me the pills for you, which is why we went to go see him in the first place, remember?"

*Wilson is incredibly relived* "whew... thats good. could I see them?" *Wilson still has questions on how healthcare and pay and hours are handled here, but the healthcare thing seemed to be getting taken care of right now, so thats good*

He held out the bottle. "You must never take more than the recommended dose." Orlando instructed.

*reading the bottle,* "max dose, 1 an hour... incredible strength! sounds like I need to be careful... but this should help. Thankyou." *Wilson is checking it for any other info, like if there is a limit to how many times the max dose should be taken in a row and the like*

He nodded. "You should be careful with that buddy. I don't want you melting the plastic of the container if you accidentally tar out on me again."

*Gulps* "oh. that would be bad... thankyou for the warning... Should I take one now?" *The Elsen is opening the lid to peek at what the pills look like. he hopes they're not big ones*

"Maybe not right now, buddy. You've calmed down enough from your last freak out so we should keep these until you need it." He tried to gently put his hand over the bottle to subtly take it back from him.

"ok..." ? *a bit confused at you trying to take the medicine* "wait, isn't this supposed to be my medicine? if we're going to put it away for now, I think I should put it away so I know where it is in case I need it." *keeping track of pharmaceuticals is serious business*

"Will you be able to access it quickly enough before you go burnt again?" Orlando asked seriously. Unscrewing a bottle cap with tar covered hands, the idea was unsettling.