CB's Grim Frequencies IC -- COMPLETE

[KirayaTiDrekan]

Feral stood quietly behind Otter, arms crossed, ready to butt in if Otter's story became too outlandish.

 

[gribble]

OOC: Well, this should be fun...

 

[Shayuri]

Otter opened the door, Feral in tow, to find two uniformed Indianapolis Metro Police officers standing outside the church vestibule. It was cold today, and it was dark--nighttime. The foremost officer flashed his badge. Otter's photographic memory took in the number--the badge was silver and bore the number 1509. The policeman was male, short, sported a winter knit cap instead of the usual hat (no surprise, given today's weather), and had café au lait skin and brown eyes. Otter spied well-developed thighs and a trim waist under the man's thick Navy blue IMPD coat. His partner, another man, but white and skinny, stayed a step back, eyeing Otter carefully. The foremost cop coughed, emphasizing the cold air. "Evening, ma'am. Officer Jenks." He held up his badge closer to Otter, so she could plainly identify it. "Gunshots reported from this location. Is anyone hurt?" Both officers seemed tense.

Death Otter gave the officer a blank look for a moment, then rocked her head back and groaned.

"Are you KIDDING me?! They called the COPS?! Jesus!" She sighed and shook her head. "Yeah, everyone's fine," said Otter in a resigned voice. "Pissy-ass neighbors, bad neighborhood, and a kickASS sound system is all."

She opened the door wider. "You guys want to come in? Sorry about all the bull. Like you don't have enough serious business to take care of without this kind of BS."

(OOC - So...InvisibleCastle is my new BFF. Thought I'd give it a try and here's her Bluff check, with an AP spent:

http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4877606/

Natural 20, natural 6. Hee.)

 

[Rubberneck]

OOC: Nice roll! Dang

 

[CanadienneBacon]

Officer Jenks nodded. "Thanks, yeah." He and his cohort entered the vestibule, letting Otter shut the door behind them against the cold winter night. Jenks left on his skull cap. He peered past the vestibule doors toward the hallway and sanctuary. "What's your name, ma'am? We're unaware the church is occupied in the evening hours. Or during the week, much. Can I see this sound system you have?" The questions were perfunctory.

OOC: Killer roll, up there. Here's the opposed Sense Motive roll...he got an 8.

 

[CanadienneBacon]

OOC: Otter fired a handgun at the thrall. What'd she do with her gun before the cops arrived? I don't recall her stashing it anywhere like a couple of the others of you did. If that's the case, then it's on her person. Nevermind, re-read and refreshed. She handed her gun to J.R., who chucked in the freezer in the kitchen.

 

[CanadienneBacon]

When Otter didn't immediately supply her name, Officer Jenks quirked an eyebrow at her. "Ma'am. Your name. And your identification. Please." His colleague crossed both arms across his chest.

 

[CanadienneBacon]

OOC: We're at a key point in events and need you to post, [MENTION=4936]Shayuri[/MENTION]. I'll forward the thread on Saturday if I have to, but it'll probably have interesting consequences.

 

[Shayuri]

(OOC - Yarp, apologies. Had some brainlock and some -fun- on Friday, but I am mostly guilty of terminally overthinking this, which is not at all in character. Deep apologies.)

"Yeah, sorry," Otter said with a quick shake of her head. "Been an eff of a night. Beth. Beth Cotter. Come on, I'll show you the rig. It's downstairs."

She motioned and started heading towards the stairway to the basement.

"We're trying to get the place set up for the big jam, and it's been an effing nightmare. Wiring is crap. Light is crap. There's like...this smell... And we can't figure out where it's coming from. Mace is all, 'it's good for the dank!' And I'm just...what is dank? Do people want dank? Does dank make them want to party? Give me a call when the two neurons in your skull manage to make a baby and you can speak coherently."

She sighed. "Sorry, TMI, I know."

Down in the basement she guides the policemen down the hall with flickery, creepy lights. "See? What I'm dealing with?"

And into the room she'd claimed as her own, with the tangle of wires and boxes and fans and, yes, speakers.

And something else. Wrapped in paper that was quickly soaking through.

Death Otter's next sentence was completely unfeigned. "What the hell is that?"

 

[KirayaTiDrekan]

Feral gives Otter a look that says, WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?