CB's Grim Frequencies IC -- COMPLETE

[CanadienneBacon]

Once everyone gets in the SHO, J.R. eases into gear and backs out. The engine emits a throaty purr but the ride is smooth; this car combines power and quietude. To the untrained eye, it's just another middle-class Taurus.

J.R. heads east on Washington Street. The up-and-coming feel of historic Irvington yields in mere blocks to weedy dilapidation. East Indy. It's no man's land. Abandoned strip mall store fronts, a dollar theater, an Arby's, and a run-down elementary school flash past the window. The mall containing the Best Buy is half-boarded up. Oddly enough, the Best Buy is a vibrant dot of commerce in an otherwise forlorn area of town; its parking lot is half-full, even on a Tuesday at noon. And maybe best of all, unlike the WeeBee store, there is a wide expanse of four entrance doors that lead from the sidewalk into a cavernous, well-stocked retail area.

 

[KirayaTiDrekan]

Feral rolls his eyes, "Yeehaw, nerd heaven. At least I can get some music, I guess."

 

[Rubberneck]

During the car ride J.R. speaks up with a grin,

"Jano we could bail right now. We have 15 grand worth of credit cards and 10k to blow at da Best Buy, plenty enough to disappear. Plus a fast vehicle to take us anywhere we want to go."

J.R. obviously is kidding but the thought did cross his mind.

Once they pull up at the store, J.R. hops out and heads inside.

 

[Forged Fury]

Upon exiting the car, Cyril said, "Let's go..." and made a bee-line for the entrance to the store. Walking in, he smiled at the Loss Prevention Specialist stationed at the front and pointed behind him in the general direction of 0tter. "Better watch out for that one..."

Strolling toward the cell phone section, Cyril started examining the offerings, looking for something not overly complicated. He was actually looking forward to one of the annoying salespeople coming over and bothering him. He had been in prison for way too long.

 

[Shayuri]

Death Otter rolled her eyes. "Fish," she hissed sarcastically. "As if there was anything in here worth stealing." She flipped the LP guy the bird as she sauntered in though, on general principle, then looked over the store with a critical expression better suited to a cranky owner than a customer.

She goes to the phones and mobile devices area first, though doesn't linger over the choices there like Cyrill. Rather she snatches up a tablet for Marks, and then grabs a cheap pay-for-play cellphone for herself before heading over to take a gander at the PCs.

For the next few minutes her red-and-purple mop head bobs around in that department as she mutters, "Crap. Crap. Cheap crap. Overpriced crap. Too small. Too big. Too noisy." and so on. One of the salespeople, who looked like he must have lost a straw-drawing contest, ambled over only to get stabbed by a glare from her that was all the excuse he needed to back off and let her go.

Finally she picked out a laptop, and a bunch of little laptop components, as well as a card that represented one of the desktop models they had as well.

"Here," Otter handed the card to Cyrill. "You buy this. It's you guys' computer. It's crap, but it'll be fine for Solitaire or Pong or whatever you guys will want to put on it. I'm going to head over to the Blue Rays now."

Despite that, she hovered a moment, looking at the phones Cyrill was ogling. "Don't waste your time on these. Get one of these." D0 waggled the package her prepaid phone was in.

(OOC - So probably a decent midrange desktop from a name brand like Dell or something for the guys, a high end laptop for herself, though this is not her hack computer. She will be building that via mail order as much as she can. A prepaid phone so the Feds won't be paying her bills (and therefore have easy access to her records), and a bunch of movies and a PS/4 with a few superviolent games. )

 

[Forged Fury]

Cyril nodded at 0tter. "I was actually going to get one of each. With my past clientele, I'm pretty familiar with burner phones, but no lawyer is getting caught dead with just some janky Boost mobile."

Wandering over to the accessories, the former lawyer picked up the most blingy bluetooth headset he could find. Gotta look the part...

 

[KirayaTiDrekan]

Feral browses the music section in utter boredom, eventually picking out a cheap MP3 player and ear buds.

 

[Rubberneck]

J.R. wanders semi aimlessly through the store, pushing a plastic cart around. He doesn't need a computer or really anything electronic. However a few things catch his eye. He grabs a tablet, mostly for leisure use when not fighting Russian goons. He also grabs decent quality headphones to plug in to said tablet. Then he meets Cyril in the mobile phone department and plucks the items he's holding and places them in the cart. While he's there he looks for prepaid phones, once he finds a suitable brand he makes a sweeping motion and clears the shelf of about 10. Enough for the entire group counting Marks plus a few to spare. Afterwards he heads up to the cash register and waits for the group. One by one as they finish up he directs them to put the items in the cart or on the register and provides the paperwork to the person behind the register.

 

[CanadienneBacon]

OOC: I rolled 1d5 (Cyril, Feral, Otter, T-dawg, and J.R., in order) to see who would be the target of the transmission, and it came up Cyril. Should be interesting.

Cyril hovered in the Bluetooth section, lingering over the various head pieces, trying to find the bling-iest one. The latest and greatest sets lined three rows of shelves. An eager saleswoman in a blue polo shirt approached, a friendly smile on her face. "Hi, anything I can help you with? This one's pretty good," she pointed to a set priced at $77.99, and looked at Cyril, gauging his reaction.

Before Cyril could answer, however, the low drone of a hum began to buzz from the headset in his hand. The sound was like that damned broken overhead fluorescent light fixture back in his jail cell at FCI Terre Haute. The droning sound increased, got louder. After a moment, the headset quit buzzing. It went quiet for two seconds. And then it whispered Cyril's name. Three times: Cyril Kennedy, Esquire...Cyril Kennedy, Esquire...Cyril Kennedy, Esquire.

The saleswoman stood there, a question on her face. "Hey, are you okay?" It was clear she hadn't heard the buzz or the whisper.

 

[gribble]

At JR's question during the drive, T-dawgs expression darkens slightly and he replies, "No way man, I gave my word I'd do this, so that's what I'm gonna do". His face gives the impression he has the same expectation of everyone else, and will take a dim view of anyone seriously suggesting otherwise. As he does so, he distractedly stretches his arms out, his fingertips brushing the windscreen in front of the roomy passenger seat, and cracks his knuckles - although everyone is sure it was an unintentional gesture, it punctuates his words nicely.

Once the car pulls into the store carpark, his eyes glaze over. He isn't terribly interested in the store, and takes up a position just outside the doors, watching the carpark and world passing by. A dopey grin is plastered on his face, and although he occasionally tosses a distracted glance at any of the others he can see through the shop windows, he seems to just be enjoying the fresh (ish) air and being outside.