CB's Grim Frequencies IC -- COMPLETE

[KirayaTiDrekan]

OOC: I'm baaaaack. Feral would be with Cyril at the moment, keeping an eye on the precious PS4 and games.

 

[CanadienneBacon]

"No problem, honey." Bertie leered in appreciation at Cyril. She opened her mouth to say something, but stopped when she noticed Feral. She frowned. And leaned in a bit, peering at Feral's face. She squinted. Grabbing the topmost box from the cart, Bertie started scanning the group's purchases, occasionally shooting looks at Feral. She said nothing as she scanned the PS4 and Mortal Kombat X. Finally, Bertie couldn't take it anymore. She threw the video game in a bag and leaned over to Cyril. "Your friend, there," Bertie jerked a thumb at Feral, "is he a he or a she?" Bertie didn't bother to keep her voice down. She continued scanning the group's items as she waited for Cyril to reply.

 

[KirayaTiDrekan]

Feral's expression twisted in to a frown that expressed both fury and resignation. He'd heard comments like this before and, in prison, had beaten people for it. His therapy sessions to prepare for parole, however, had involved how to deal with microaggressions outside the prison walls. So, Feral kept his mouth shut and made plans to hit a punching bag with this woman's face imagined on it...and then realized that the batcave didn't have a punching bag, yet. Feral made a mental note to get one asap.

 

[CanadienneBacon]

OOC: [MENTION=6763059]Rubberneck[/MENTION] and [MENTION=4936]Shayuri[/MENTION], let me know what you want J.R. and DO to be doing now that the group has returned to BestBuy. Re-cap: T-dawg stayed back at the bat cave to de-brief Marks. Cyril is negotiating for ya'll to avoid misdemeanor theft charges. The store clerk (Bertie) is being a pain in the rear. Feral is trying not implode because Bertie is an ignorant jackwagon.

 

[Rubberneck]

J.R. stands there a little awkwardly. He reaches into his back pocket and pulls out the folded up paperwork. He unfolds it and tries to iron out the creases then hands it to the clerk.

"Paperwork for da gizmos."

 

[Forged Fury]

Cyril opened and closed his mouth before settling on an avenue of conversation. He was either brilliant or idiotic, probably the latter but possibly both. Leaning in and lowering his voice, the former lawyer continued, "Exotic, isn't he? Or is it she? Fer -er- ris, yes Ferris, is a person of mystery, my dear Bertie." Watching the woman scan the items, he asked, "Some people like exotic things, others don't. What kinds of things do you like, Bertie?"

Cyril hoped he could entertain the woman enough so she would be efficient with checking them out. He craned his head and tried to check out the TV section of the store, hoping the news wasn't on.

 

[Shayuri]

After a second, not getting any feedback, Death Otter blows her bangs up out of her eyes with a quick exhalation and says, "I'm going in."

Silly her...forgotten that the one who actually had an education had already gone inside!

She charges into the Best Buy, surveys the store for a moment and spots Cyril in the checkout line. Then charges up to him.

"Hey, law school," Death Otter says. "How do we get to see that humvee the train hit? I need to check something. There wasn't time at the scene."

She glanced at the clerk and made a scowly face at her. "Scan things," she directed, waving a hand at the goods.

 

[CanadienneBacon]

Bertie smiled coyly at Cyril. Her triple chin waggled as she flapped a loose hand in his general direction. "C'mon back to my place after closing, sugar, and I'll show you what Miss Bertie likes. I got a five pack of Hamm's and a flatscreen with Skinemax." The giggle that escaped her lips sounded like a simper rolled in Crisco.

When Otter flew into the store and skidded to a stop beside Cyril, Bertie gave her a visual once-over and muttered, "Skinny biatch. I see how it is." She looked at Cyril, hurt. "Lawyer, huh? Figures. You types always go for skinny girls." Bertie resumed scanning merchandise. When she was done, she grabbed the paperwork from J.R. and said, "Thanks, hon." She handed the receipt to J.R.. Then she grinned, her eyes glued to the way his t-shirt hugged his biceps. "How 'bout you, honey? You lonely?"

She ignored Feral.

OOC: The items you said you all selected have now been paid for and bagged. Cyril's diplomacy kept you out of the clink.

 

[KirayaTiDrekan]

Feral shoots Bertie a glare and stalks out of the store.

 

[Rubberneck]

J.R. feels his cheeks get slightly red. How to let Bertie here off gently without being a total dick...

"Sorry Ma'am but I'm spoken fer. Yinz have a good night."

He adds in a polite smile for good measure and pushes the cart of newly acquired items out to the car.