CB's Grim Frequencies IC -- COMPLETE

[gribble]

Seeing most people getting back into the car, T-dawg follows, climbing into the front passenger seat as usual.

 

[CanadienneBacon]

The drive back to the bat cave was quiet. It was dark, and snow started falling. J.R. found that he needed to slow down; the roads were starting to ice, and the van wasn't getting very good traction. He felt the vehicle's hind tires fish tail twice during the ride but was able to correct without the others picking up on it. Cyril called Marks to confirm the group's ETA at 7 pm. The extra time buffer proved sage; the poor roads resulted in everyone's return at 6:45 pm.

Marks was in the kitchen, seated at the table working on writing something. He looked up and nodded when the group came in through the fellowship hall door, but offered no questions.

OOC: I'll give you guys until tomorrow (Tuesday morning 7 am eastern US) to say whether your character does anything or makes conversation.

 

[gribble]

Back in the bat cave, T-dawg starts on a "supper" meal, working around Marks as best he can. He'd never be rude enough to ask the boss to move. Once the meal is finished up, he does his evening workout and hits the sack early as usual.

 

[KirayaTiDrekan]

Feral takes advantage of T-Dawg's cooking as he didn't eat at the Greasy Gator. Afterwards, he works out as well, then plays some games on the PS4, staying up late.

 

[Forged Fury]

Cyril wandered over to the table and sat down. "Hey Marks, how's it going? No one got killed today, so I guess that's a pretty good outcome. Just a little weirdness at the gas station. Anyway, Deena, the Sheriff's Deputy, mentioned some weird killing and suggested we take a look into it. I don't know what that has to do with the FCC, but I figured I'd throw it out there."

 

[Shayuri]

"Actually," chirps Death Otter, bumping in between Cyrill and Marks, "She asked if we would help her out. She's a deputy so she can't deputize, but she DID say we could talk to her boss, so...it's all legit-like, y'see? Also, there's a mad coverup going on and Cyrill's getting some ink."

 

[CanadienneBacon]

Marks sniffed appreciatively at T-dawg's cooking but declined the offer of food. When Cyril and Otter came in, Marks folded down the lid on his laptop and gave them his full attention. "What weirdness at the gas station? What gas station, where?" Tension lines formed around the corners of Marks' eyes. It was obvious he'd gotten chewed out over the train derailment and was now worried over further mishaps. When Cyril continued on about the killing in Greenfield, Marks nodded. "Yeah, I saw a snippet about that in the news this evening. Just a quick blurb at 5:30 pm, something about coyote attacks in Greenfield." He considered. "I don't think that has anything at all to do with the FCC, but, then again, we're on hold now while some wrinkle or another gets ironed out at headquarters. That reminds me. Garvey will be here in three days. She's due the day after your training ends. Try not to shoot her, yeah?"

Marks shook his head no when Otter mentioned them talking to the Hancock Sheriff. "BAD idea. Garvey would flip her lid if you did that." He eyed Otter nervously, waiting for her reaction.

 

[Forged Fury]

"Actually," Cyril said, not about to let Otter's delusions take control of the situation, "she only really asked us if we would serve as a go-between for the Sheriff's Office and the State Police. She also said that she didn't know if the Sheriff would even be on board with the deal. Considering the FCC has gone through all this effort to give us a cover and spring us from the clink, I'm not sure if y'all would want to risk all that work for something like this. I'm not even sure what the Sheriff is going to think if he finds out we're gun-toting convicts on a really long work-release program."

Not addressing, but sort of addressing, Otter's last comment, the former lawyer finished with,
"Seriously, isn't there a law against allowing headcases carrying weapons?"

 

[Forged Fury]

"Oh, the gas station? Nothing really, some weird power surge or a brownout or something." Cyril responded. "Then some kooky Indian accosted us and warned us about getting out of Greenville. Or Delaware, or something. Very Poltergeist."

When Marks didn't register understanding, Cyril did a note-perfect imitation of Zelda Rubenstein. "Carol Anne! Don't go into the light!"

 

[gribble]

At the mention of the Indian, T-dawg interjects over the sizzle of garlic and onions, "I didn't see no Indian at the gas station, an' I was payin' close attention to make sure you two didn't cause... ah, I mean get into any trouble.".