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"Mmm. Good idea Alex - at least Garret here might be able to get access to records of whatever examination was performed." Doc sips his coffee, eyes half closed in thought, then says, "I don't suppose you can just check whether the FBI have a file on Stampf, or whether the CPD investigated or anything?" As a final thought he says doubtfully, "I suppose I can ask around in a couple of the jazz and blues clubs that the Prof liked. See if anyone talked to him recently? Could turn up something?"
Doc suggests to Riven and Garrett that they head to a nearby diner that serves good coffee and organic burgers. They text the location to Salvatore and Toni, and settle in to discuss the morning's events. "So what do we know? And what do we do now? Does anyone have any contacts who might shed any light on the situation?"
"So who's up for a coffee? I know a cool little place not too far away where we can get our heads together and work out what comes next." Doc looks around, "I think we're done here, anyway."
Doc thanks the attorney, and looks round to check whether Garrett has any further questions. With Alex talking to the last notable attendee, it's starting to feel like time to go for a coffee and and talk things over. Or maybe a beer.
To the attorney, "Can you tell us when the Professor wrote his eulogy? Was it prepared a long time ago, or perhaps more recently?"
"So how did you and Alex meet, for that first case?" Doc is half looking for attorney, but more of his attention is on the diminishing crowd of mourners. Looking for anyone out of place or unusual, to talk to.
"Life's been pretty good. I think you need a real passion to get through med school, and I could fake it for a while but... You can't do it for someone else, in the end. I started to realize that to get good at something, anything... I mean really good... I'd have to give up the distractions. And I decided music wasn't. A distraction, I mean. It was the f#!&in' point, you know?"
Doc heads back inside and tries to spot any other mourners who seem unusual or out of place in the crowd. He is disturbed by Garret and Alex's certainty about something that sounds so outlandish, and he's unsure whether, or even how, to get involved. In passing Alex, he says, "You're probably the only one who can follow that group discretely. Or can you find out their addresses from their cars, or some FBI database?"
Yeah I'd agree that the play is good so far. Doc's still caught between wanting to believe Garrett and thinking that it all sounds like a big practical joke. Heads up that my internet access will be a little spotty over the next 4 weeks. I'm travelling to the UK to visit family. There's a twenty-seven hour flight to kick off with. Then I should have good internet access for most of the vacation, but there might be travelling days etc sporadically. Intend to post most days, but like I say it might be spotty.
"Sh!t. That's some crazy stuff, Garrett. I can see why you're a bit jumpy about this. So is Alex working on the case now?" Doc looks casually over as Riven approaches the youth then turns back to the group, saying, "Can't imagine what help I'd be, but If there's anything I can do..." He trails off, looking uncomfortable.
"Back then? Sorry if I'm trampling on old memories." Doc looks thoughtful, "You really think there's something to worry about?" Peering at Riven, he says, "FBI? For real?"
Doc follows Garrett out the door, still talking. "Still think you're jumping to conclusions. But let's go with it. Say you're right and someone is going to kill the Prof's students, or whatever. What would we do bout it?" Doc sounds like he's half-way between genuinely interested and let's humour the crazy person.
Doc listens to Sal, and Garrett, then turns to Garrett with a raised eyebrow, "Are you sure you haven't been watching too much NCIS or Criminal Minds or something? I'm sure if it was murder that the police are already investigating, and won't need amateur-hour help. What makes you think anyone is in danger?"
"Yeah, the most occult conversation we ever had was about Robert Johnson, and whether he really did sell his soul to the devil to invent the blues. What else was the old guy up to?" Doc joins Toni in confusion.
Strange crowd. Strange mood. Doc considers going up to the casket, but looks at the queue and decides to just sit somewhere at the back. I can always sign the book later. As Toni arrives back from viewing the late Professor, Doc clears his throat and says, "Ah, I don't quite know how to ask this, Toni... but... how does Prof Stampf look? Any new ideas about what happened?" He makes a face, "Gah, that's kind of a tasteless question. I'll just shut up."
"I got the same letter. I assumed that it was some family member going through an old address book, but looking around that doesn't quite seem to fit. Hey, maybe we could all go grab a drink after... afterwards. Catch up on old times."
"I have a regular band most nights, but Thursdays are open mic at Lilly's. It's great fun, just a big public jam, really." Doc looks round and sees who Sal is waving at, "Let's go over an mingle. Hi! Toni isn't it? We had some classes together - how's things with you?" And hand held out to the stocky bald guy, "Have we met? I'm Doc Da... I mean Carl Davis, if we're being formal." This last with a small self-deprecating smile.
Doc shakes Sal's hand warmly. "Yeah I thought I'd smarten up a little. It's good to see you man, we should've caught up ages ago, for happier reasons. Oh and glad people are seeing the posters! You'll have to come along to the club some night." "Do you know what happened? I mean, how Prof Lucas ... ah ... died?"
The low rumble of an antique 70's V8 gutters out as the car draws to a halt. The driver's door opens and a tall skinny youth unfolds himself from the low-slung seat. He looks down at himself, self-consciously checking how he looks in the unfamiliar black mourning suit. Bought specially for the occasion, obviously new, obviously cheap. Should've stuck to black jeans, Doc thinks, then enters the Funeral Home just behind a short bald guy who seems slightly familiar from somewhere.
It's all good mate, sounds like it's shaping up and all you need is a little gap in the schedule. And no one can predict sudden in-law invasions; or do anything about them once they happen!
Gotcha. I can see how being sysadmin and handling a bunch of random user requests all at once could suck time like a black hole. Have a nice weekend; I intend to do very very little myself. A couple of dvds, maybe a bit of DragonAge - not buying number 2 until I finish this one. And I keep getting distracted and starting new characters...
Much better to take the time. Hope work gets less crazy soon. BTW, what's a 'CSM' and what do you do for a living?
No problemo, el capitan.
Happy Easter everyone. Back to work today :/. See you here soon.
Coolio, I'll update those two things. No problem having a FOID. Discovery for the day - you can't edit a profile on an iPad. The edit window doesn't scroll. So updates when I can be bothered to boot up the laptop. This is an interestingly diverse group, and I'm keen to see how we all come together. EDIT: updates made. I wonder if Dr Briggs did any teaching at the med school while Carl was there?
Night night. Introducing Carl 'Doc' Davis. Used the demo version of Hero Lab, so he should be OK mechanically. Happy for feedback on rules, fit with campaign, usefulness given what's coming up, whatever... |
