“Minoru! Hey, Minoru!!” Joe called out from the living room. “Guys, look! We’re famous!!”
Tom pinched the bridge of his nose as the rowdy rockstars began to gather around the large television. The reporter tapped her papers against the desk as they cut to video footage of the aftermath left from the party the night before.
‘It might look like an earthquake struck the Hotel Alexandria last night, but this was no natural disaster. Several suites on the fifth floor were left in shambles after a party by the local punk scene got out of hand.’
Viktor and Vars gave each other a high five, even though the latter was still missing his wallet.
‘The amount of damage to the property is still being investigated, but is estimated at over ten thousand dollars so far. Hotel staff have been cooperating with police to track down the individuals who booked the rooms, and who are therefore responsible for footing the bill, but it appears they did so under false names. Anybody with information pertaining to the incident is asked to contact LAPD at…’
Laughter erupted from the couch, effectively muting the television. No one outright bragged about being the instigators, but it was fairly obvious they were either involved or knew precisely who did. And none of them had any remorse.
As the newscast cut to additional footage, this time of what looked like a local concert scene, Minoru’s eyes widened.
“Hey! Hey, that’s him!” He pointed at the tv. ”The guy in the bathtub!”
“The one you found?” Hans clarified, leaning in to get a closer look. Tall, thin, galavanting across a stage with a microphone with makeup running down his face, it was easy to see how Minoru compared him to Ziggy at first.
“Yeah! Turn it up!”
Tom hit the volume. The reporter continued, ‘…taken from the scene by ambulance this morning after being found by a good samaritan reportedly here on vacation. The lead singer of local up-and-coming rock band, Literally Black, is in stable condition. He is expected to make a full recovery. But hopefully, a little wiser from his brush with death. So far, no other injuries have been reported…’
The newscast cut to a shot of an ambulance, before landing on a pre-recorded interview with one of the emergency room doctors.
‘This time, we got lucky. But the damage caused by excessive drug and alcohol use at these gatherings outweighs the property damage a hundred fold. Binge drinking can cause cardiac rhythm disturbances in otherwise healthy people, some of which can be fatal without prompt medical intervention…’
No one in the room had ever heard of Literally Black. They only vaguely remembered seeing the singer from the b-roll footage at the party (or that the bathtub was filled with wine, for that matter). But many in the industry would say there’s no such thing as bad publicity. Minoru, of course, had other things on his mind.
“Did you guys hear that?” Minoru excitedly hopped up on the back of the couch. “Expected to make a full recovery!”
“You really did save his life.” Hans patted the orderly on the back.
“You got the ambulance there. I couldn’t dial your world’s EMS on my PINpoint.” Minoru insisted.
“But you did CPR until they got there.”
As much as Minoru wanted to humbly shrug it off, and say that anyone in his position would have done the same thing, the truth was far more likely that they wouldn’t have. The people at the party, maybe even his own friends, left him there in that bathtub. The entire floor was deserted by morning. And had someone else been there, there was no guarantee they would have known CPR, been able to do it correctly or even at the right time. The doctor saying ‘we got lucky’ wasn’t wrong.
“Hey! Hey! AND you found my shoe!” Joe shouted, kicking his feet into the air. A couple people leaned out of the way.
“…I really hope you washed that first.” Minoru shook his head. “Trust me, I know where it’s been.”
2- waiting to see if it’s good or bad news (Part 2)
Tom pinched the bridge of his nose as the rowdy rockstars began to gather around the large television. The reporter tapped her papers against the desk as they cut to video footage of the aftermath left from the party the night before.
‘It might look like an earthquake struck the Hotel Alexandria last night, but this was no natural disaster. Several suites on the fifth floor were left in shambles after a party by the local punk scene got out of hand.’
Viktor and Vars gave each other a high five, even though the latter was still missing his wallet.
‘The amount of damage to the property is still being investigated, but is estimated at over ten thousand dollars so far. Hotel staff have been cooperating with police to track down the individuals who booked the rooms, and who are therefore responsible for footing the bill, but it appears they did so under false names. Anybody with information pertaining to the incident is asked to contact LAPD at…’
Laughter erupted from the couch, effectively muting the television. No one outright bragged about being the instigators, but it was fairly obvious they were either involved or knew precisely who did. And none of them had any remorse.
As the newscast cut to additional footage, this time of what looked like a local concert scene, Minoru’s eyes widened.
“Hey! Hey, that’s him!” He pointed at the tv. ”The guy in the bathtub!”
“The one you found?” Hans clarified, leaning in to get a closer look. Tall, thin, galavanting across a stage with a microphone with makeup running down his face, it was easy to see how Minoru compared him to Ziggy at first.
“Yeah! Turn it up!”
Tom hit the volume. The reporter continued, ‘…taken from the scene by ambulance this morning after being found by a good samaritan reportedly here on vacation. The lead singer of local up-and-coming rock band, Literally Black, is in stable condition. He is expected to make a full recovery. But hopefully, a little wiser from his brush with death. So far, no other injuries have been reported…’
The newscast cut to a shot of an ambulance, before landing on a pre-recorded interview with one of the emergency room doctors.
‘This time, we got lucky. But the damage caused by excessive drug and alcohol use at these gatherings outweighs the property damage a hundred fold. Binge drinking can cause cardiac rhythm disturbances in otherwise healthy people, some of which can be fatal without prompt medical intervention…’
No one in the room had ever heard of Literally Black. They only vaguely remembered seeing the singer from the b-roll footage at the party (or that the bathtub was filled with wine, for that matter). But many in the industry would say there’s no such thing as bad publicity. Minoru, of course, had other things on his mind.
“Did you guys hear that?” Minoru excitedly hopped up on the back of the couch. “Expected to make a full recovery!”
“You really did save his life.” Hans patted the orderly on the back.
“You got the ambulance there. I couldn’t dial your world’s EMS on my PINpoint.” Minoru insisted.
“But you did CPR until they got there.”
As much as Minoru wanted to humbly shrug it off, and say that anyone in his position would have done the same thing, the truth was far more likely that they wouldn’t have. The people at the party, maybe even his own friends, left him there in that bathtub. The entire floor was deserted by morning. And had someone else been there, there was no guarantee they would have known CPR, been able to do it correctly or even at the right time. The doctor saying ‘we got lucky’ wasn’t wrong.
“Hey! Hey! AND you found my shoe!” Joe shouted, kicking his feet into the air. A couple people leaned out of the way.
“…I really hope you washed that first.” Minoru shook his head. “Trust me, I know where it’s been.”