CB's Grim Frequencies IC -- COMPLETE

[Rubberneck]

J.R. takes his spot at the table and looks over the menu,

"Can't be any worse than prison food... right?'

He glances at Deena hopefully,

"At any rate I'll take da spare ribs wit da beans and macaroni salad. A lemonade too."

He doesn't bother reading the article, but catches the headline as the paper is passed around,

"hauscome don't yinz tell us wah akshooly happened then?"

 

[KirayaTiDrekan]

Feral finally orders a Diet Coke, planning on raiding the fridge back at the Batcave later. This place was starting to turn his stomach just by the smell.

 

[Forged Fury]

Cyril replied to Otter deadpan, "Funny pages are in the Life section." He immediately crossed his legs in anticipation of possible retaliation. As Otter pretended to have not heard him and simply repeated her grabby motions, he rolled his eyes, folded up the paper, and passed it across the table. He waited to see if Deena would respond to his question.

 

[Shayuri]

Death Otter snatches the paper, and she reads the mayor article.

 

[CanadienneBacon]

Glancing over to Deena, he asked, "He screwing around?"

Deena snorted. "Sure, no more than usual. D'you hear about the Batesville mayor? He got caught with a male prostitute this week." Deena grinned. "Allegedly." She nodded at the paper being read by Otter. "No, Chuck Fewell got torn up by some wild animal. He's the second one in ten days. Found him late last night about a hundred feet from his hog enclosure."

The food arrived. The pulled pork, catfish, smoked turkey, and spareribs were meaty and expertly cooked; even the catfish was correctly done--plump bits of delicate fish lightly breaded in cornmeal, then deep fried. The alligator smelled suspect and looks greasy. Deena made short work of her fried pickles and pork. She left the Texas toast alone.

Otter read the news article. The paper reported that Mayor Chuck Fewell was found by his wife at their Fountain Lake residence at 11:13 pm the prior evening. Diana Fewell was quoted as saying, "He loved Greenfield. He was a board member at the Riley museum, played golf every Saturday with Tom Acra, and volunteered for the Greensburg 5k 'On Eagles' Wings.' I don't know what we'll do without Chuck." The article concluded that the Hancock County Sheriff's Department was investigating the scene of the accident and had no comment on its pending investigation, or on the pending investigation of the death of a Stewart Seed employee earlier in the week.

OOC: I checked the RG but did not see anyone with Knowledge (Current Events) or Knowledge (History). If your character has either, you may roll one of them, DC 12.

 

[Shayuri]

Death Otter looks up at Deena and sets the paper down, scrunching it a bit so it doesn't cover her plate.

"So what's his wife's real name then? And who's investigating?"

She starts gnawing on alligator meat, using some Texas Toast to sop up the grease.

 

[gribble]

At mention of it being the second attack in ten days, T-dawg looks up from the plate of catfish he's demolishing and asks Deena, "People get eaten by animals a lot 'round here?"

 

[CanadienneBacon]

"Diana Fledderman. She kept her maiden name. But everyone calls her Patsy." Deena eyed the fried alligator nuggets on Otter's platter and grimaced. She flicked her eyes back up to Otter. "No one orders that. Probably been in the kitchen for six months. You're brave. It's the State Police who are conducting the investigation. Been a nightmare. They don't like to share intel."

 

[CanadienneBacon]

Deena looked over at T-dawg and shook her head in the negative. "No. This is Greenfield, not the outback. We have coydogs and coyotes, but they run away when a human comes around. Well, the coyotes do, anyway. The coydogs have less fear of people. They're more dangerous than coyotes for that reason. You're not from here?" She eyed T-dawg.

 

[gribble]

T-dawg first replies to Deenas query, "No". He then seems to think about her response for a second before shaking his head and muttering, more to himself than Deena or anyone in particular, "Huh, seems strange, people gettin' eaten then", and turning his attention back to his plate of catfish.