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11 BRAINS; video, joint with blaine
[ When the video starts, the first visible thing is Blaine in the background over the sight of a desk. The desk has a load of files all over it, spread out so that they’re visible by the camera woman’s hand. Blaine’s stretching his arms out in a mocking mimic of a portrait in the background, trying to imitate the pose the woman in it is doing. A few seconds later (just enough time to roll her eyes off-screen), the video pans down to the desk to show the documents in clearer focus. The data probably looks innocuous at first glance, but an extended viewing would reveal some serious inconsistencies with the data that the company whose header is at the top of the documents released to the public. Health+, the company associated with the recent double-homicide mentioned in the paper, had its name all over these documents. The documents show evidence that they hid studies that showed results that didn’t rule in their favor to push out drugs to make millions of extra cash off despite the results showing potential negative reactions and just about all of them saying further testing is needed before release- some of the data indicating as many as ten years that the product would’ve been off the shelf.
The camera lifts up and turns around, and there’s a face that some may recognize as Olivia Moore, the local pathologist at Genessia’s Hospital. Only in this video, she looked different. She looked… lively. The porcelain pallor that normally accentuated her features was full of color, her eyes were bright, and even her golden blonde hair looked like she’d walked straight out of the curly section of a salon style guide. And her expression? Far more enthusiastic than she’s exhibited in months. ]
This is Olivia Moore. I’m in the office of Riley Eval, CEO of that pharmaceuticals company, Health+. These are memos directly from her desk. I’m pretty sure this is enough to put the entire board away for years and get their products pulled from the shelves before someone gets hurt. So if anyone like, say, a Guardian were looking for a ton of evidence, here she blows.
[ In the background, Blaine turns a heel and looks at her - then the camera. ]
Are you openly broadcasting that we broke into an office?
[ Liv’s eyes roll up for a moment and she looks over her shoulder at Blaine. ]
We’re privately investigating. We had the door codes, we didn’t break in anywhere.
Riiight. That’s why we avoided cameras.
We avoided cameras so that the company didn’t see us exposing them and stop us before we actually could. This is for the greater good, Blaine. We can’t do good in the world if we aren’t willing to put our first foot forward. [ Maybe that was Angela’s brain talking. Maybe it was Liv’s insane amount of intrepidity finally coming out to pull her out of her own funk. It was hard to tell. ] Now stop trying to confess to crimes we aren’t committing on camera, I’m still filming.
You know what you can’t do good in the world with? That styrofoam your lunch was in. Think about the world, Liv. The world. Do you know how much energy you’re wasting broadcasting our illegal detectiving?
Legal. Private. Investigations. [ Okay, before she kills him. ] My point has been made, and I’m never taking you out for lunch again unless you forget about the styrofoam. [ And the video flickers off, before Blaine can retort again. ]
The camera lifts up and turns around, and there’s a face that some may recognize as Olivia Moore, the local pathologist at Genessia’s Hospital. Only in this video, she looked different. She looked… lively. The porcelain pallor that normally accentuated her features was full of color, her eyes were bright, and even her golden blonde hair looked like she’d walked straight out of the curly section of a salon style guide. And her expression? Far more enthusiastic than she’s exhibited in months. ]
This is Olivia Moore. I’m in the office of Riley Eval, CEO of that pharmaceuticals company, Health+. These are memos directly from her desk. I’m pretty sure this is enough to put the entire board away for years and get their products pulled from the shelves before someone gets hurt. So if anyone like, say, a Guardian were looking for a ton of evidence, here she blows.
[ In the background, Blaine turns a heel and looks at her - then the camera. ]
Are you openly broadcasting that we broke into an office?
[ Liv’s eyes roll up for a moment and she looks over her shoulder at Blaine. ]
We’re privately investigating. We had the door codes, we didn’t break in anywhere.
Riiight. That’s why we avoided cameras.
We avoided cameras so that the company didn’t see us exposing them and stop us before we actually could. This is for the greater good, Blaine. We can’t do good in the world if we aren’t willing to put our first foot forward. [ Maybe that was Angela’s brain talking. Maybe it was Liv’s insane amount of intrepidity finally coming out to pull her out of her own funk. It was hard to tell. ] Now stop trying to confess to crimes we aren’t committing on camera, I’m still filming.
You know what you can’t do good in the world with? That styrofoam your lunch was in. Think about the world, Liv. The world. Do you know how much energy you’re wasting broadcasting our illegal detectiving?
Legal. Private. Investigations. [ Okay, before she kills him. ] My point has been made, and I’m never taking you out for lunch again unless you forget about the styrofoam. [ And the video flickers off, before Blaine can retort again. ]
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