Henderson's Morgue - You Stab 'Em We Slab 'Em.   Posted by Henderson, Local Coroner.Group: 0
Henderson, Local Coroner
Mon 3 Sep 2018
at 17:28
Henderson's Morgue - You Stab 'Em We Slab 'Em
The local Morgue turns out to be an independent business where Lone Star contracts out their lower-priority stiffs.  The offices consist of a simple reception area divided off from the main surgical/autopsy theater - which from what you can see from the front looks awfully dingy and dimly lit.  You hope if you wind up dead you end up in a better place than this.

An unusually slim dwarf in a surgical smock with a grey three-point beard and frazzled hair walks out from the back, removing bloodied latex gloves and dropping them in a biohazard bag, before lifting his goggles and peering up at the new arrival.

"Hmmm?" he makes a muffled, inquisitive noise under his surgical mask as he squints at you.  "Name's Henderson.  You look a little bit more lively than most of the folks who come through my door, so how exactly can I help you?"

How would you like to proceed?
Game Master
 GM, 15 posts
Mon 3 Sep 2018
at 17:36
Henderson's Morgue - You Stab 'Em We Slab 'Em
quote:
13:35, Today: Game Master, on behalf of Sonnet, rolled 13 using 2d6+2 with rolls of 6,5.  Fast Talk: Get Henderson to let me examine the body.


You are easily able to fast talk Henderson into letting you in.  How do you do it?
Sonnet
 player, 7 posts
Mon 3 Sep 2018
at 23:30
Henderson's Morgue - You Stab 'Em We Slab 'Em
Sonnet sidles wearily forward, peering out from under his hood with a vaguely put-upon expression, and greets Henderson with a nod. "Supposed to take a look at Jiminez. Got family raising a stink about the suicide, want "proof of what really happened." Not enough to haul their own asses over, mind you. They sound like they'll be super fun clients to actually get to pay up, but that's not my problem. I just need to take a couple pictures and write down that no, actually, I don't think the coroner made a bunch of drek up for shits and giggles, so sorry for your loss, maybe you should've been this interested while she was still alive." He rolls his eyes, then seems to catch himself and look almost sheepish at his own jadedness.
"Sorry. Long day already. Look can I just get in for about ten minutes, chummer? I'll be right out of your hair and halfway through a beer down the block before you know I was here."
Henderson, Local Coroner
Tue 4 Sep 2018
at 00:48
Henderson's Morgue - You Stab 'Em We Slab 'Em
Henderson sighs mightily, echoing your weariness back with change.

"Family's like that, eh?  Drek I hope mine decides to finally at least give that much of a damn when I go."

He fiddles with the terminal at the desk and scribbles a note in a book quickly before hopping down from the stool and around to you again.

"Your first job in this area, chum?  It's just that I haven't seen ya before.  I normally charge private dicks for this kinda service but... I hear you on the troublesome clients - and hell, I'm moved someone actually cares, even a little.  This one's on me, c'mon back."

He opens the frosted duraglass door and ushers you through into the back.  It's just as poorly lit, but significantly less dingy.  If anything, it reeks of acetone from nigh-excessive use of sani-quik.

"What'd ya say yer name was?"
Sonnet
 player, 8 posts
Tue 4 Sep 2018
at 01:07
Henderson's Morgue - You Stab 'Em We Slab 'Em
"Stinson. Mark Stinson." Sonnet offers a handshake and a flickering half-smile. "Appreciate it. Really. Bit of decency here and there makes all the damn difference."
Henderson, Local Coroner
Tue 4 Sep 2018
at 01:23
Henderson's Morgue - You Stab 'Em We Slab 'Em
Henderson reaches up to shake your hand with his small one.  He really is a little guy, even for a dwarf.

"Let me see, let me see... Jimenez you said?  Looks like..." he flips through pages on a display near one of the autopsy tables.  There are no bodies out at the moment and the tables and surgical tools are clean.  For all this place is a gutter, Henderson seems to run a tight ship.  "Ah, number 32.  I'll get her."

He walks to the locker numbered 32 and rolls out the body of a dark-haired woman who appears to be in her late 20s, maybe early 30s covered in by a surgical sheet.  There are marks around her neck.

"Ah... right.... this one.  Cause of death was determined to be strangulation... she was found hanged by a rope in her apartment, so, no surprise there.  Dead approximately six hours when Lone Star found her..."  He sighs and flips his goggles up again.

"I'll be honest with you chummer, the Lone Star detective pretty much handed me this coroner's report.  I haven't even looked at her.  They said it was a clear-cut case and not to waste my time.  I was wrapping up for the night but... I can run some basic tests if you like?  If you think there's something more here, well... someone oughta know, right?"
Sonnet
 player, 9 posts
Tue 4 Sep 2018
at 01:38
Henderson's Morgue - You Stab 'Em We Slab 'Em
Sonnet heaves a slow and heavy sigh. "Ah, hell. Hate to put you out, but... I guess we probably oughta take a proper look. Probably is as straightforward as they say it is, but if I'm coming down here to check I gotta at least check."

This message was lightly edited by the player at 01:44, Tue 04 Sept 2018.

Henderson, Local Coroner
Tue 4 Sep 2018
at 01:46
Henderson's Morgue - You Stab 'Em We Slab 'Em
Henderson has you wait in the front office while he works.  You kill about fifteen, maybe twenty minutes doing whatever before he comes back out, looking almost sheepish.

"Hey Mike.  Whoo... you're not going to believe this.  Those rope marks on her neck?  Definitely posthumous.  Now... cause of death was an aneurysm.  Normally that'd be natural causes, right?  But it makes you wonder how she ended up swinging, right?  Unless she just happened to kick the bucket right before she kicked the chair, y'know?"

He scratches behind one oversized, fuzzy ear nervously. "The thing I can't help but remember, under the circumstances, is there are a few spells that end up looking a lot like 'natural causes' when they frag you.  I can't prove that, of course...  you'd need a different kind of specialist than me for that."

A nervous swallow, and he wipes his brow carefully.  "I think this all just got a little too hot for me, chummer.  I'm putting her back and pretending I never ran those tests - and if anyone asks, I never saw you.  You do with this what you like, alright?  Just leave me out of it.  Goodnight, alright?  And careful out there."
Sonnet
 player, 10 posts
Tue 4 Sep 2018
at 01:55
Henderson's Morgue - You Stab 'Em We Slab 'Em
Sonnet's eyes widen. "Drek," he mutters. "Yeah...okay...you too, chummer. Thanks again. Take care." He bites his lip, shakes his head, and heads back out into the Sprawl.
Game Master
 GM, 18 posts
Tue 4 Sep 2018
at 01:59
Henderson's Morgue - You Stab 'Em We Slab 'Em
The familiar chaos and noise of Seattle greets you outside, and a respectable-looking elf like you hails a cab on the first try.  A moment later, you and your new buddy Jim the Troll Cabbie are off to face the world.

You may add Henderson the Coroner as a Contact if you so wish.