[Delta Green] Operas and Avatars: Convergence

[taitzu52]

Andrews tries to get a map at Bureau before he leaves. He begins looking for small airports, radio towers, utility companies, etc. in the area. Places that have open spaces, and folks who make it their business to take notice to things being out of place in the skies. He starts concocting their front. Telling the locals that the FBI has suspicions that drug dealers are using small aircraft to run contraband may be a great way to get to the bottom of this. Missing persons on the other hand, that might not work to well with their current front. Andrews continues to mark the map, and brainstorm as they drive.

 

[Gomez]

Jacob walks into the cafe and orders a slice of cherry pie, to be followed by a slice of peach pie, and a pot of coffee to wash it all down. He also keeps his ears open for the conversations that are doubtless going on around him, especially ones involving UFOs, government conspiracies, and sightings of odd creatures. And also, any amusing stories about who Earl is cheating on his wife with...

OOC: Oh man I am sorry! I missed this post way back and here I was waiting on you! :\


The cherry pie isn't half bad and the conversations at the cafe are subdued. It is hard to over hear anyone. Mabel, your waiteress brings you another pot of coffee.

 

[Gomez]

Groverville has a population of about 1200 people. The area is mainly agricultural with numerous small towns scattered about. The town is located at the eastern end of two rows of steep hills, which converge at the Goversville end to form a sort of sideways "V". The town's boundaries officially end with these hills, but there is a subsatantial number of farms in the area beyond the hills as well as within that contribute to Groversville's economy. Before you left, Derringer said that he will contact the Sheriff, Dan Oakley, and tell him to expect your arrival.

You drive into town. It is a quaint town with a main street and a main square with a town hall.

 

[Rhialto]

OOC: Oh man I am sorry! I missed this post way back and here I was waiting on you! :\


The cherry pie isn't half bad and the conversations at the cafe are subdued. It is hard to over hear anyone. Mabel, your waiteress brings you another pot of coffee.

OOC--I was wondering, but figured you were just trying to get the FBI agents set up out of the way.

Jacob glances at Mabel. "So--Mabel... Any UFO abductions recently?"

 

[taitzu52]

Andrews peers around from behind the passenger window. "I was thinking that we could start at the Spivey's," says Andrews, "but that may not help our drug investigation cover." He looks at the main street, seeing if there's somewhere locals congregate, a bar or restaurant. "I guess we could call Sheriff Oakley, or try to track him down. Chances are, we're going to stick out like sore thumbs here anyway." he says looking at Brown. Some things in Tennessee probably haven't changed too much.

(OOC-Sorry, been kinda busy lately. Posting may be a little slow at points.)

 

[Maerdwyn]

"Yeah. Beside, no need to step on the local PD's toes unless we need to later on. Let's stop bt there, let him know what kind of operation we're going to be setting up, and ask him if he's got any leads on drug use or dealing here in town."


ooc: BTW - nice thought on the front, and the aerial surveilance angle

 

[Gomez]

OOC--I was wondering, but figured you were just trying to get the FBI agents set up out of the way.

Jacob glances at Mabel. "So--Mabel... Any UFO abductions recently?"

The waitress looks down at Jacob with a look of shear disguist. "So you're here to make fun of our town too? We don't take too kindly to being treated like a bunch of idoits!"

 

[Gomez]

Sheriff's Office
Groversville, Tenn.

Andrews and Brown meet the Sheriff, Dan Oakley, in his office just off the Town Square. He is a thick chested man in the late forties with thinning black hair. "Gentlemen. How can the Groversville PD help the FBI today?"

 

[taitzu52]

"Sheriff Oakley, I'm Agent Andrews, and this is Agent Brown", he says,
"We find ourselves in your town investigating the trade routes that we believe drug runners are using to transport by air." Andrews is trying his best to make it sound like this town is more of a waypoint than a hotbed for dealers. "It's all fairly unexciting, we've been to some other towns without any incident so far. What we're trying to figure out is basically if there's been any unusual air activity, small planes and the like. The rest is all routine. Checking out public land and parks making sure there ain't no meth labs back in the hills, y'know? Those bastards will put them anywhere these days. Even in a nice town like this" Andrews smiles and turns to Brown, his mouth grinning, but his eyes saying, You laugh and I'll shoot you myself.

(OOC-Bluff +7, Diplomacy +13. Lemme know if that calls for a roll.)

 

[Rhialto]

The waitress looks down at Jacob with a look of shear disguist. "So you're here to make fun of our town too? We don't take too kindly to being treated like a bunch of idoits!"

"Trust me, lady, a man who's been married four times in twelve years doesn't look down on anyone," says Jacob calmly. "There isn't anyone below him to give him that option. I'm a reporter with--well, let's just say one of the nation's less reputable papers. My editor's riding me to come up with a story on this town. Any unusual activity around here would be very handy in my ongoing struggle to pay my rent." He flashes her a smile. "So, what do you say? Help a fellow American who's down on his luck?" (Bluff +12)

(OOC: By the way, Gomez--can I get a rough idea of Mabel's age?)