chicago morgue ♔ wash him deep where the tides are turning

[nosdacariad]

♬ bottom of the river - delta rae

WHO || Elena, Archer, Dawn, Gar, Mark.
WHAT || The Knights bust into the morgue to recover microchips that they saw on the bodies of the beings who attacked them backstage at the concert...
WHERE || Chicago, IL
WHEN || July 17th, backdated
HOW || Actionspam

[ After an unfortunate experiment resulted in the mind control chip that the team extracted off a displacer beast in New Orleans winding up... meltified, Gar's been eager to get her hands on another one. And the massive firebreathing Shadowkind behemoths backstage at the concert on the fateful night of Jade's life each had one planted in their necks. Of course, that was hardly the time to go about trying to pry them out, with the entire place swarmed by cops and cameras, so they prudently have waited a bit before making an attempt to go get them from the morgue.

Gar and Mark tell the team to dress all in black and come armed, and they take a car across town to the building in the dead of night. Mark pulls the car up across the road and leans down to look across Gar out the passenger window. The place looks entirely dark except for a few lights on one end, visible through the high glass windows. ]

Looks pretty dead. [ a beat ] ... Get it?

Comments

[rationalizes]

[ the girl nods, touching a hand to her temple. "Yeah. Can I just say, this shit is not worth the college credit."

gar looks disconcertingly towards the body, then back to the girl. ] We're terribly sorry. We heard your scream, and thought-- well, I only wish we could have gotten here sooner.

[ penny shakes her head. "No, don't guilt yourselves, I would have been dead if you guys hadn't shown up. Who are you people?" ]

[notaroundme]

We were just passing by on our way home and we heard the commotion. I'm just glad we got to you in time.

[Bluff 22]

[rationalizes]

[ "You lot always carry guns on your way home?" She doesn't even sound suspicious, or disturbed by the possibility, so much as she just sounds grateful. ]

Er...

[isisagent]

What, do you not?

We're in Chicago for shit's sake.
There's more murders and muggings per year than windstorms. They should rename it the uh.. [He looks at Mark for his shitty joke muse.] Murder...-ey...-city?

[Also.. Archer just always has guns always. He laughs at his horrible joke. He picks his discarded guns up off the ground, as well.]

Also one time in August 1997 a crocodile got loose from the local Zoo and ate two people. You can never be too prepared for a Crocodile attack, Penny.

[nosdacariad]

[ mark shakes his head at you archer. even to him, that was low. penny, meanwhile, raises both hands. "Hey, look, I'm not complaining. Crocodile paranoia just saved my life. Is there anything I can do to make up to you guys? Seriously. Anything."

mark raises his eyebrows, looking around at the others. ]

... Anything?

[isisagent]

[Archer looks from Mark, to Penny, then around the morgue a bit.]

I mean, not that I'm disagreeing with your taste, Mark, but I don't think this is the time or place for that.

I mean... count me in. But wow, guy.

[watcherjunior]

[ Dawn's just going to stare at Archer for a moment. What the hell, dude. What the hell. ]

Uh, I'm no telepath, but I'm pretty sure Mark isn't thinking that and that is definitely not on the table.

[ She pauses. ] Or anywhere or anyhow. [ Usually, that would go without saying. But Archer defies all logic, so. ]

[notaroundme]

Do mind if we have a good look around? Just to make sure that there's nothing else dangerous here. We wouldn't want anyone else to get hurt.

[Hopefully that will allow them to find what they're looking for. One girl shouldn't be able to watch them all. (Bluff 21)]

[isisagent]

Before we go stomping around... [Archer walks over, pauses to put a few more rounds in the Skin Feaster - for good measure - and then grabs Greg's wrist.] ...Someone should probably double check to be sure both these poor bastards are really dead.

[He checks for a pulse, while silently judging everyone else for not bothering to check on poor stupid Greg. But mostly Gar. He judges her the most. Always.]

[nosdacariad]

[ he's as dead as undead dead can be, archer. penny waves her hand at the rest of the morgue.

"Be my guest. I sure don't wanna be the one to go opening any doors and finding something hungry for brains inside." A beat. "Not that I want that to happen to you fine folks either." ] Great! So we'll... search the place real well before we go. Never fear. [ check out dat nat 20 bluff aw yeah. search checks ahoy! ]

[isisagent]

[Mighty search roll of EIGHT. Archer will just hang tight here with Greg and Tamara Penny, while the rest of you poke around.]

Just make it quick. Some of us have places to be tonight.

[notaroundme]

[Yeah, well Elena got a 5. So she'll be...getting lost somewhere, I guess.]

[watcherjunior]

[ Search nat 20, total 26. Dawn is gonna be finding something, cause apparently this is her night, y'all. ] So sorry to intrude on your social life, Archer.

[rationalizes]

[ yes indeedy, it's dawn who finds a locker full of collected items tagged by name in a side room. she easily locates within the items from the guards at the concert... and included therein are two bagged microchips... ]

[watcherjunior]

[ She pauses a moment, staring at what she's found. Cause that sure does look like what they came here to find. The chips are carefully balled up in their plastic baggies before they're shoved into her pocket. She'll poke through things just a bit further (search 22) before trying to subtly get Gar's attention. ]

[nosdacariad]

[ she ends up working around the room in the same direction as mark since he also got a nat 20 earlier... so they bump into each other as they reach for a similar looking bag. mark sheepishly pulls his hand back and then moves to look at the tag on this third microchip. ] A bugbear? Do you think...