[Delta Green] Operas and Avatars: Convergence

[Rhialto]

Solomon thinks, Alternate targets. Nice. Real humanitarian, this guy. Who is he again exactly? "Frankly, sir, I'd go wait in your car if you have one - I know we'll be putting the young lady in our car as soon as she's able to go before we take her home, if that's what she wants. We'll bring your stuff out to you as soon as we clear the room, and if I come out of there with more than just my hand looking like this, you'll be able to get out of here quickly without worrying about being anything's alternate target. Right now, I'm going to go see how they're doing in there to get things moving. Then I'm going to the office to tell that kid his shift just ended."

"Your call. But I'm telling you--strength in numbers is our best option. If we're seperated, it can get to us a lot easier..." He sits down on his rental car hood. "I'll sit here, if you don't mind. This way, I can make a break for it much easier." He begins to whistle, then glances at Solomon. "Say, I'm just wondering--what was your favorite show as a kid? 'Cause off the top of my head, I'm guessing... Dragnet or something similar..."

 

[taitzu52]

He blinks. "Umm--wait--there's a body? A dead body?" He frowns. "What--how'd he go?"

Takes this jackhole 15 minutes to figure out that we're dealing with a murder. Great.

"Say, I'm just wondering--what was your favorite show as a kid? 'Cause off the top of my head, I'm guessing... Dragnet or something similar..."

"What was yours, H.R. Pufnstuf?", Andrews finally shouts back as he goes back into room #4. "You keep on playing games, buddy. And now you know that there's a deceased, so cut the *CED*. You keep acting like you know something, but for as much as you're dishing out, I'm not so sure. So unless the knowledge of chemistry from your rampant drug use has the side effect of making you a forensics expert, I would reappraise your value here if I were you."

Andrews goes in to check on Jane. He checks again where Brown is heading. Andrews is happy to put Jane in the car, lock both doors and stand out in front chain smoking until forensics shows up.

"Tell you what. You produce some ID, and I'll consider giving you your gun back" he says, not even sure if he means it.

GM:
[sblock]As he goes into #4 he calls Derringer and asks to run 'Jacob Rook'.[/sblock]

 

[Rhialto]

"What was yours, H.R. Pufnstuf?", Andrews finally shouts back as he goes back into room #4. "You keep on playing games, buddy. And now you know that there's a deceased, so cut the *CED*. You keep acting like you know something, but for as much as you're dishing out, I'm not so sure. So unless the knowledge of chemistry from your rampant drug use has the side effect of making you a forensics expert, I would reappraise your value here if I were you."

"Actually, it was Doctor Who. And don't accuse me of drug use. That's called slander, Crockett," say Rook calmly. "See, what I always liked about the Doctor was, his great ability wasn't being smart--it wasn't having a time machine--it was acknowledging exactly what kind of situation he was in, and not pretending it was anything else. He didn't put on the blinders everyone else did--he saw things for what they were, and dealt with them. Right now, you are temporary, bounded things dealing with what is eternal and changeless. Your opponent is a force that has existed for centuries, that has worn a thousand faces, and you think that conventional methods will let you beat it." He shakes his head ironically. "Much as you think it's the other way around, I'm not the deluded one in this situation. You can treat this like a normal criminal all you want, or even some vector--it won't help you much. The only chance you have to beat this thing is if you step outside your usual limitations, and admit to yourself that you're facing something that's beyond you." He leans back on his hood, folding his arms under his head. "And like I said, my ID's in my room. Blue suede wallet. I'm pretty sure it's on the dresser. If not, it'll be on the bed."

Assuming Andrews gets Ms. Smith out of room #4, Jacob shoots up as soon as he sees the pregnant girl. With a quiver in his voice, and a nasty bit of suspicion, he asks "Miss--I don't mean to pry--I'm really only trying to help you here. It'd be very helpful if you could tell me if--there's been anything unusual about this pregnancy?" (Gather Information +12)

 

[taitzu52]

(OOC- More like Gather Emotional Breakdown)

Andrews is about to stop this guy from reducing this girl to hysterics, but at worst, he and Brown would look like the good guys for breaking it up. Andrews goes into Rooks room and looks for the wallet. And this 'dog' that he's been hearing so much psycho-babble about.

 

[Maerdwyn]

Solomon comes out of the bathroom wiping his face off with one towel and wrapping another tightly around his injured hand. Hearing Rook, he looks a bit puzzled : Why would he think something is unusual about her pregnancy? He doesn't even *know* about Spivey.... "Ma'am, you've had a pretty rough afternoon, " Solomon says, then thinks back: 'Mr Addams was trying to help me!' he remembers her saying. "Probably a rough couple of days, really. Right? You don't need to talk right now if you don't want to. Let's get somewhere calm and safe. Do you need anything right now?"

 

[Gomez]

Assuming Andrews gets Ms. Smith out of room #4, Jacob shoots up as soon as he sees the pregnant girl. With a quiver in his voice, and a nasty bit of suspicion, he asks "Miss--I don't mean to pry--I'm really only trying to help you here. It'd be very helpful if you could tell me if--there's been anything unusual about this pregnancy?" (Gather Information +12)

The blonde teenaged girl looks at Rook with a shocked look of anguish on her face as if he had just shot her dog and then kicked it. Fresh tears well up in her eyes as she starts let out long choking sobs. She looks to be in the last month or two of her pregnancy.

Two police cars speed down the street and brake hard infront of the Sleepy-Eye. The Sheriff and an deputy step out of the cars. "What's going on here." says the Sheriff.

 

[Gomez]

Andrews is about to stop this guy from reducing this girl to hysterics, but at worst, he and Brown would look like the good guys for breaking it up. Andrews goes into Rooks room and looks for the wallet. And this 'dog' that he's been hearing so much psycho-babble about.

Andrews finds Jacob Rook's wallet in his pant's pocket. He has a California drivers license. In the room is a beat up and dirty pet carrier. Inside is the fresh partial remains of a dog; one leg and an eye ball.

 

[Rhialto]

Fantastic. Undercut by the authorities. God bless the sentimental--so worried about a woman crying, they'll throw her to the wolves to stop her. Jacob glances at Brown coldly, and speaks to him a confidential whisper. "Keep an eye on the girl, and don't let anyone take her. Corruption has always been drawn to innocence, and unless I'm mistaken about this, it has left its mark on her, and it will come for her."

OOC: As a Frank Belknap Long fan, I've always wanted to use that line.

 

[taitzu52]

"Sheriff Oakley!" Andrews says, as he steps out of Rook's room, ID in hand. He approaches the officer, and trying not to broadcast everything he says, "We have a John Doe in room #4, in the tub, bloody. Forensics is on the way." He stops to light a cigarette again, and points to room #3, "Jane Allen is in there. She ran away from home. Pregnant. Trying to meet this guy over here, possibly....Aadams? Heard of him? Well I'd like to get her checked out be a doctor ASAP, and put under surveillance. She's not exactly stable."

Andrews takes a long drag off of his smoke, and continues, "And speaking of unstable....." he shows the Sheriff Rook's ID and points to room #3, "You know this clown? He's looking at going down the river for some serious Obstruction. Thought it's be a good idea to run into the room with a .45 after identified FBI agents entered on a murder investigation. Wouldn't disarm, without force, either. He's really freaking out my witness. Hang on." He turns as he hears Jane start sobbing again.

"Sheriff, please talk to my partner on this, I have to make some phone calls." he says. *CED* I hope Brown has a good story for his exploding handgun. Brown calls Derringer, and reads off Rooks ID info. He says that the girl is physically normal, but he's calling in a doctor. "This guy's got a BIG mouth, sir. You want him detained? Oh, and sir, there's a chopped up dog in his room."

 

[Rhialto]

"Not so fast," announces Jacob, watching 'Crockett' try to pull his weight. You want to play the BS game? Fine, but when you do the better BSer wins. "Sir, I don't know what these men have told you, but I think they're here on false circumstances. They may be FBI agents who've found a body, but this was definitely NOT a murder investigation, and I defy them to show that it was. These men drew my attention by acting suspiciously--more like criminals or bounty hunters than federal agents. Seeing as this is your jurisdiction, unless these men can prove they were legally investigating a murder, they are at best nothing more than civilians who found a body, at worst agents who abused their authority in your backyard. As for my gun, I fled my room after some creature assaulted my dog, carrying my legal pistol for protection--this man violated my 2nd and 4th ammendment rights, despite my explanation of the circumstances, and my own misgivings over following the instructions of a man who I suspected of being a fraud and a criminal. As far as I know, I have no connection with the case they claim they're investigating--it cannot be proved that I have one--and it is illegal to hold me in connection in it." (Bluff +12)