Miscellaneous Street - The Soap Opera

[F. King Daniel]

A morphine-addled Daniel finds his phone in his SG-1 jacket. He starts dialing...

Tora Ziyal's phone rings...

"You! You did this to me!! You and that letter man of yours! Tell him I'll come and burn his whole planet to the ground! Tell him I'll break both his shoulders! Tell him--" BRRRRRRR. She hung up.

Daniel dials Hippy Lady...

"You don't know who I am, but I know where you live and if you know what's good for you you'll..." thankfully he passes out before he can deleriously upset anyone else.

 

[Jenee]

While being loaded into the ambulance, Daniel grabs Jenee with his good arm - "The fire may not have been an accident. There's already been one murder. Be careful! If whoever it is gets me in the hospital - avenge me!"

Is it the morphine, or does Daniel suspect something? Just as the ambulance doors close, he yells one last thing - "...and for God's sake, Jenee, put some clothes on!"

The ambulance drives off.

That's odd ... Daniel's never been overly dramatic before. and paranoia isn't something he's prone to ...

... so what's with his sudden need for clothes?

 

[RJDiogenes]

Well, we have no Police and a dead body that's been laying around for days. I guess I better check my stock for any How-To manuals on crime solving. Crazy Cat Lady can't do it alone.

Or can she?

 

[Miss Chicken]

I heard from a reliable source that the police aren't going to show up because 'they is no money in murder investigation". The trek City cops have been told that revenue raising is their most important task so they are busy issuing traffic violation tickets.

If the police aren't going to show up maybe we should bury the body out in the wilderness? Hippy lady could conduct a New Wavy sort of ceremony.

 

[Tora Ziyal]

A morphine-addled Daniel finds his phone in his SG-1 jacket. He starts dialing...

Tora Ziyal's phone rings...

"You! You did this to me!! You and that letter man of yours! Tell him I'll come and burn his whole planet to the ground! Tell him I'll break both his shoulders! Tell him--" BRRRRRRR. She hung up.

Daniel dials Hippy Lady...

"You don't know who I am, but I know where you live and if you know what's good for you you'll..." thankfully he passes out before he can deleriously upset anyone else.

Poor guy! I've never heard anyone react to morphine like that. I hate to admit it, but, even knowing that it's a drug reaction, I'm shaken at first. Then I start to replay the conversation in my head, and I start to giggle... Yeah, you come on, Daniel. Burn that planet down!

 

[F. King Daniel]

The night did not go well for Daniel. First, bad reactions to medications. Second, shoulder surgery. Third, his Jenee-lovin' programming kicked in at the normal time, only he was alone in hospital, injured, delerious and somewhat sedated. Nurses were called to stop the crazy naked man wandering naked around the wards like a Vulcan in the Pon Farr blood fever, screaming "Jeneeeeee! Jeneeee! Where are you! I need you! Jeneeeeeeee!" and acting extremely inappropiately towards several female patients whom he'd druggedly mistaken for his beloved. He was eventually strapped to the bed, which caused traumatic flashbacks to how this all started.

In the early hours of the morning, Daniel's room was empty, his restraints broken. He was found in a broom closet, his head shaved, Romulan glyphs biro'd all over his face, mumbling "That planet will burn...!", "prepare the red matter!" and calling all the male nurses and doctors "Ayel".

He has been kept for psychological evaluation.

 

[Jenee]

oh ..., my poor Daniel ...

 

[Mary Ann]

Hippy Lady pours herself another glass of homemade elderflower wine and relaxes in the fuzzy haze of good, if potent, booze. She couldn't understand why the murder victim's corpse was still lying where it was found, smelly and decomposing. Heck, she wasn't known for cleaniness herself, but wasn't there some sort of health and safety issue about this? Anyway, if the police are that unconcerned then the chances of the murder being investigated are slim, so the connection between her and who she thinks the victim may be will never be made. She also hoped that nice young man was all right; she'd seen the cafe owner around but not her, erm, "pet". Well, time for bed...after one more glass. Mmmm...

(Daniel, I've had a craptastic day at work--as in, should I or shouldn't I quit--and your post made me laugh out loud. Thanks!)

 

[Jenee]

Sorry you had craptastic day at work, I'll join you and your glass of elderberry wine with a hard cider of my own. We can just sit here in silence if you like.

 

[Mary Ann]

Sorry you had craptastic day at work, I'll join you and your glass of elderberry wine with a hard cider of my own. We can just sit here in silence if you like.

Sounds good to me. Shame it can't happen in real life, eh?

 

[Miss Chicken]

Armed with a shovel the Crazy Cat lady goes out into the wilderness to dig a grave.

 

[F. King Daniel]

Sorry to hear about your shitty day, macloudt


Inside the padded cell he's been moved into, a heavily sedated Daniel is the most lucid he's been since the fire. Unfortunately, night will come soon and the cycle of a Jenee-less crazy night followed by an overly-medicated crazy day will begin again...

 

[RJDiogenes]

Grabbing some test tubes from his home chemistry set, RJDiogenes scoops some samples from the corpse before Crazy Cat Lady drags it off to bury it. Maybe we can get some genetic testing done.

It looks the damage to the Coffee Shop isn't as bad as it seemed. Mostly just the area around the window and the coffee maker burned, and there's some smoke and water damage. We should be able to fix it up in a couple of days.

I've had a craptastic day at work

Stop by the Bookstore and pick out a free book of your choice.

 

[Miss Chicken]

Crazy Cat Lady is still digging.

"Where are the Winchester Boys when one needs them" she mutters.

 

[Jenee]

Sorry you had craptastic day at work, I'll join you and your glass of elderberry wine with a hard cider of my own. We can just sit here in silence if you like.

Sounds good to me. Shame it can't happen in real life, eh?

Unfortunately, in real life, I wouldn't be able to let you enjoy the silence. I'm very talkative.

Have you seen Daniel today? I stopped by the hospital, but his room was empty and the nurse said he'd been released.

 

[F. King Daniel]

If Daniel was released from hospital than why is he still drugged and locked up? Concentrating really hard, he notices that Nurse Ayel isn't dressed like a nurse at all. Also: This is not a hospital. Yet Daniel is locked up, strapped down and drugged.

It's the murderer! Or maybe the arsonist! Or Ziyal's alien toyboy! Or maybe all three!

Nurse Ayel, or whoever he is, begins lining up several rusty scalpels and knives on a blood-splattered table next to Daniel's bed.

Somebody help!

 

[Tora Ziyal]

Aw, Daniel, sweetie, we won't let them hurt you. Whoever "they" are. Definitely not my "alien toyboy", as you call him. He's many light years away.

 

[RJDiogenes]

Since Jenee is worried about where Daniel got to, RJDiogenes gets out the Crystal Ball, gives it a polish, and tries to divine his location. It may or may not work-- these things are very finicky.

Hmmm....

Uh oh!

 

[Miss Chicken]

The Crazy Cat Lady has finished digging the hole and arrives with a wheelbarrow to cart the body to the grave. Can anyone help her lift him?

 

[Tora Ziyal]

Here we go, Cat Lady... You get his feet, I'll lift him by the shoulders... OMG, this guy is huge!

Disrupting the early morning silence w/ their decidedly unladylike grunting and groaning, Cat Lady and Ziyal finally manage to get the body into the wheelbarrow. Ziyal follows as CL steers the 'barrow toward the gravesite...