CB's Grim Frequencies IC -- COMPLETE

[Forged Fury]

"Excuse me?" Cyril said, the typically unflappable former lawyer sounded particularly pissed. "From where I'm standing, I just managed to talk the 5-0 out of hauling our asses to jail and mostly kept this alien thing under wraps. Lord knows, what got into Jenks... Last time I checked, you were doing your damnedest to f(*& that all up. I think the biggest threat to this team's security and well-being is probably not me." He finished, pointedly looking at Otter.

 

[Shayuri]

"Yeah," said Otter flatly, looking unimpressed. "About that. Anyone who thinks Cyril's ridiculous story managed to fool a pair of cops raise your hand."

Startlingly, her hands remained down.

"I was going to say you must have drugged that one, but then..." she taps her temple. "You made the mistake of trying to pull that on me. Your voice in my head. Funny coincidence. Alien monster in our bathroom must be totally unrelated to one of us pulling some kind of weird mental crap. I want to say all of a sudden, but who knows how long you've been getting into our heads?"

 

[Forged Fury]

Cyril looked blankly at Otter, snorted, then doubled over in laughter. "Are you seriously admitting to us that you hear voices in your head? Has anyone else been hearing my voice in their head? Marks, y'all really should have done a psych eval. So what did I supposedly tell your brain, Otter?"

 

[Shayuri]

"Not admitting," replied Otter, "Accusing. So much for Otter being the smart one. Some kind of suggestion, right? Trying to shake my confidence? You may be some kind of telepath, but you've got a lot to learn about trolling."

 

[Forged Fury]

"Wait," Cyril had to pause to keep himself from laughing again, "let's presume I can talk to your mind. That's what you supposedly heard? Why would I need to shake your confidence? None of that makes any sense. Hell, maybe you're the mind reader. You're the one supposedly hearing my thoughts!"

"No, this is just dumb." Cyril said, plumbing the depths of his memory for a specific commercial. "Just because the Alien Encounters volume of Time-Life's Mysteries of the Unknown may have some valid information, doesn't mean the The Psychics volume has any truth to it. I mean, if we're going down that path... we are in a church. Maybe my ability to talk the police out of here was divinely inspired? It's just as plausible as your stupid telepathy theory."

OOC: Yes, Cyril may be setting himself up as a prophet to fight the alien menace... Also, I'm happy to be going on at this for days, but I hope others jump in, or maybe Marks just loses his $(*& and cuffs us.

 

[Shayuri]

"You're not denying it," she points out. Her usual semi-manic edge was entirely gone. "You're throwing out a lot of smoke. Trying to veer things off one way or another. Misdirection. Lawyering. Lets boil it down, shall we?"

"Did you, or didn't you, put that thought into my head?"

 

[KirayaTiDrekan]

Feral looked from Otter to Cyril, trying to figure out who was crazier. Except Otter sounded sane for once and was making some sense.

 

[Forged Fury]

OOC: Since Cyril doesn't think he did anything, it's not really a bluff. But it is really a bluff in the grand scheme of things. I'll just roll a D20 since my modifiers for Bluff and Diplomacy are the same thing. I'm including +3 for Fast Talk since it really is a lie, even if he isn't consciously aware of it, feel free to deduct it if it doesn't apply. [roll0] and an Action Point, why not [roll1] Extremely poor roll, so you all have a chance...

"Nope, I'm not responsible for the voices in your head, Otter. But keep projecting..." Cyril looked around at the rest of the group. "If we're at the point where we're accepting unproven, outlandish claims without a shred of proof from someone who calls themselves Death Otter, just let me know. Because I'm out of here if that's the case. This is how witches got burned in Salem."

 

[Shayuri]

D0 was quiet for a moment, studying him. He seemed sincere, but of course he was a lawyer. Lying was his business.

"Don't think you've got room to criticize names Cyril De Mille," she replies. "I saw what I saw, and I heard what I heard. Fortunately, no one has to take my word for it. We can sit and wait. How long will it take before that police officer shakes off whatever happened? Is he going to remember any of this? And even if he doesn't, his partner will."

She smiles a thin, hard smile. "Pretty sure they'll be back soon enough. So lets wait and see. Or we could pack up and get out, of course...if you think I'm right."

 

[Forged Fury]

Cyril sighed exasperatedly, "A temporary affectation to sell the bit... am I asking anyone here to continue calling me that? I don't run around telling people to call me Murder Lawyer. Because I'm not crazy."

"I really don't know what happened to Miller. That guy seemed special, and not in the way that gets you through the academy. I guess we were just lucky... or blessed." Cyril looked up towards the tile ceiling for a second. "I'm also not sure what was up with Jenks. He looked a little weird coming from downstairs. Maybe we should go check on the dead alien down there."

"As far as getting out of here..." Cyril looked to Marks. "I think that's the FCC's call... in fact, I think we need to call Garvey right now. I get that it's 3AM, but I've got five words for that argument: Dead Alien In The Basement."

Cyril headed back to his room and grabbed his phone and the bluetooth earpiece. Returning to the pastor's office, he dialed Garvey's number.