CB's Grim Frequencies IC -- COMPLETE

[CanadienneBacon]

"Jenks, they're shootin' a flick. A movie, something about aliens v. God. Pretty sweet, eh? So where's the dead alien prop?" Miller looked expectantly at Jenks, who didn't say anything but stood there, dumbfounded.

Jenks opened his mouth to saying something, then shut it. He looked at Cyril and J.R. "Who're you?" Protocol fell by the wayside.

 

[Forged Fury]

Cyril queued up his speech, shooting for a solid mixture of oblivious and eccentric. "You may know me by my nomme de plume, Cyril B. DeMille, but my God-given name is Cyril F. Kennedy." Once again, Cyril feigned disappointment when the police officer clearly did not recognize his stage/writer/producer/director name. "Along with the others here, who I might add are doing an amazing job of staying in character, I've been retained to perform repair work on this church. Working on this most holy of places, however, I was struck with inspiration for my next great film: Born-Again Alien! On our off hours, we've been rehearsing scenes before putting anything to film. I even endeavored on one of my acquaintances, a devil of an FX guy, to create the most amazing dead alien prop. See for yourself, it's under that tarp!"

Figuring Jinks could probably see his hand pretty well, Cyril crossed his toes.

OOC: Probably need another bluff check, probably won't be as inspired. Hoping Miller and the dead alien will help convince Jinks... Not going to try to charm him yet, let's see how this goes. [roll0] + Action Point [roll1]

 

[Shayuri]

"Dead alien's over here," Death Otter called gamely. "And it's starting to stink. By the way. In case anyone's interested."

 

[CanadienneBacon]

Jenks blinked at Cyril, then lowered his gun. He barked at T-dawg, Otter, and Feral. "Get up, all of you. Is anyone hurt?" Jenks shot a look at Cyril. "You seem to be in charge, here, Mr. DeMille. Dispatch reported multiple gunshots fired at this location. What's the deal with that?" He waited for Cyril's explanation.

Miller went over tot he dead thrall and lifted the blanket covering it. The thrall had shrunk in size, but was still gruesome. "COOL! Miller stood there, marveling at the thrall. "Jenks! You gotta see this!"

OOC: Jenks rolled a 1 on his Sense Motive. Going by degrees of success, I'd say Cyril's Bluff check was solidly successful.

 

[Forged Fury]

Responding to Otter's attempt to screw up the whole con, Cyril exclaimed, "More proof of Chucky's expert skill! I told him he should compete on Face-Off..." Of course, Chucky Salazar was actually a two-bit pimp and one of Cyril's best clients from back in the day. It was chance and happenstance that they had ended up in the same penitentiary after Chucky got nailed on racketeering and extortion charges when he tried to blackmail that judge...

Turning back to Officer Jenks, he responded, "I do apologize for the noise. We had to defend ourselves against an attack by an alien menace." Cyril held a serious face for a quarter of a second, breaking into a guffaw when Jenks was about to respond. "I'm just kidding, I'm so zany. Who would believe that anyway? Real aliens? I mean, really? In reality, I may have given the actors weapons and told them they were unloaded when there were actually loaded with blanks. I needed them in a certain head space during this rehearsal... they had to experience the visceral fear that accompanies the realization of unknown dangers." Attempting to redirect Officer Jenks train of thought, he continued, tapping the thrall with his toe, "But really, would you look at this? I mean, it's like it's a real alien! How crazy is that? Chucky is so awesome..."

 

[KirayaTiDrekan]

Feral responded to Otter, keeping with the story, "Yeah, well maybe if Cyril's FX guy hadn't used real octopus parts or whatever that stuff is."

Feral got up and dusted himself off.

 

[Shayuri]

Otter got up, her face twisted in a sour, irritated scowl.

"Maybe you should have, I don't know, notified the police before you pulled your stunt?" she points out. "Or just done what every other director does and put the sound in post-prod?"

 

[Forged Fury]

"I'll take no guff from a glorified extra! We're not even in production yet. Did you fail to note the lack of cameras?" Cyril retorted. "Maybe if you were capable of evoking a shred of emotion in front of the camera, I wouldn't have to resort to such drastic measures! You'll rue this day when we get to Act II and you have to run from the alien... in the snow... in a shift. I'm blocking off time for ample takes!"

So much for Otter being the smart one... he thought to himself, all the while enjoying pretending to be an imperious and boorish director.

OOC: You know, this is probably a perfect time for Cyril to accidentally send a Missive, if you'll allow it, CB. The thought above is directed at Death Otter. Visual display, so Cyril's pearly white teeth gleam like a toothpaste commercial.

 

[gribble]

T-dawg gets back to his feet as well, looming over the officers and everyone else in the cramped basement space. He looks confused, but wisely decides against airing his doubts in front of the officers.

 

[CanadienneBacon]

Cyril sent a short missive to Otter. She heard his voice gloating in her head but was unable to respond in kind. When she looked up, there was Cyril, pearly whites on glorious display.

OOC: AFB through tomorrow, but the d20 Modern SRD says missive has a mental display, but the pearly whites tidbit really works better here, so that's how we'll roll.

Miller stood by the thrall, transfixed. Jenks lowered his gun all the way and looked around the basement. He appeared to not give two figs about the dead alien prop; instead, he zeroed in on Cyril. "Look, buddy, pony up some ID for everyone here and we'll be out of your hair. No one appears to be hurt. You don't mind if we take a look around, do you?" The age old question of cops everywhere.