CB's Grim Frequencies IC -- COMPLETE

[Shayuri]

Death Otter blinks, then gets a wicked grin and laughs.

"You think he's into ME? Oh hell no. He loves the fatties. You should totally chat him up. I think you've got a real shot."

She gives the clerk a wink, then says to Cyrill, "Nevermind, you can tell me in the car. Have fun with Brumhilda here."

Blowing a kiss...to Cyrill or the clerk is unclear...she whirls and dashes back out to the SHO, giggling all the way.

 

[Forged Fury]

Stomach turning, Cyril looked at his wrist as if he had a watch and said, "Will you look at the time!" before making a beeline for the exit door, leaving J.R. to push the cart with their stuff.

Outside, he told Otter, "Not sure, probably an impound lot in order to conduct an investigation of the vehicle. With as much juice as the railroads have, they may have taken the wreck for themselves to do their own investigation... almost certainly absolving themselves of any fault."

 

[Shayuri]

D0 nodded, then said, "I want to see if that thing was being remote controlled. There wasn't enough left of the people inside to see if they were tied up, or...you know...hands at two and ten and all. But fitting up a car to be remote controlled means there'll have been changes to the engine, the electronics...all that. Might be enough left of that stuff to find out."

 

[KirayaTiDrekan]

Feral says, "Or maybe they were just supposed to die. I mean, think about it. Law school there gets a wacky message from beyond about the future and we try to stop it and...boom. People go splat anyway. Maybe its fate. And maybe we shouldn't be messing with it."

 

[Shayuri]

"It wasn't a wacky message from the future," Death Otter says flatly. "It was a wacky message from a cellphone. Someone is playing games with us, and I am not just going to turn the tables, I am going to grab it and flip it over and spill their drinks all over them!"

 

[Forged Fury]

Cyril shrugged, "Probably should go back to Jump Street and check in with Marks. T-Dawg's cool, but I'm not sure how well he's going to argue our case. If nothing else, Marks needs to get the car repaired."

The former lawyer rummaged around in one of the bags before pulling out the receipt. He scanned it for a Customer Experience survey. Bertie would rue this day.

 

[Shayuri]

"Yeah, I need to get this stuff set up anyway. Still, you're on that. Find out what we need to do to get access to that hummer."

She poked Cyril on the chest with a pointy finger.

"Even if it's just an address to break and enter."

 

[KirayaTiDrekan]

Feral shrugs, "Knock yourselves out. I'm gonna get our game on." Feral smiles as he holds up the bag containing the PS4.

 

[CanadienneBacon]

The group piled into the SHO and drove home. J.R. could feel vibration in the steering column from the uneven wear on the front tire. When he parked the sedan behind the church, everyone climbed out and went inside the fellowship hall. T-dawg wasn't immediately in sight, and neither was Marks. Someone, however, had left on the TV in the pastor's office. The news reel showed grainy footage--possibly from a cell phone--of the aftermath of the train wreck. The footage switched after two or three seconds to professional quality film of two firetrucks, three ambulances, and too many squad cars to count, all of which surrounded the intersection of the wreck.

T-dawg poked his head out of a side office. He was sweaty, and had a small white towel over one shoulder. "Weight equipment is here. It's pretty good, too."

 

[KirayaTiDrekan]

Feral smiled, "Sweet!"

He sets down the bags he was carrying in and takes off to check out the new equipment.