#elsewhere

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THE SCENE OUTSIDE KING'S CONVENIENCE ... is a mess. No less than 4 police cars, lights flashing! Yellow tape saying 'do not cross' everywhere...A small gathering of reporters yammering into mics and before cameras already.

Dagmar makes her way with haste!

A teenage girl arriving on a crime scene looks like a gawker at best. The police ignore her as longg as she's on the other side of the barrier

She surveys the scene - injured? Is there an ambulance? Are there... bodies?

Frank hauls up in the Rig and parks it to the side of the lot before swinging down, clipboard in hand. He marches over with purpose to the officers.

A body is being wheeled into a coronor's vehicle... but it's under cover

Any ambulance must be long gone

the windows are shot out, broken glass

thee's blood

And a police offer turns "Hold up, sir" To Frank "Crime scene"

"Supposed to do a pick up here, misrouted merch." he rumbles "Who's in charge?"

Sam swallows, hard. As the cops busy themselves with Frank, she skirts closer to the gurney.

Sam slips closer to the gurney, momentary distraction buying her a chance to violate the barriers. But the person with the gurney turns to look at her where the police failed. One would expect an almost sluagh like mortal, pale, thin, but this rosy cheeked round man looks more like a boggan kin, save for his sad eyes "Hey honey, hang back. You don't want to look under that .. "

"Who is it?" She blurts. "Where's d-... where's th-the owner?"

And Frank gets an eye roll "Mister, your merch is now evidence in a crime scene. Detective Wayles is in charge..." A head jerk to a tall black man talking to other police

Frank glances at the guy; any history there? He continues with the officer he's speaking to "Look, I get it. This is a tragedy and I'm getting out of your way. Just let me know, so I can let dispatch know and keep out of trouble; did the victims work here?"

the gurney guy looks at Sam "this is one of the gangers who shot up the place... still don't want to look at him. The owner? I think he's the one in critical... you.. you know the owner? He's in bad shape ,but not this bad" A look at the corpse still wreathed

Naked relief. "Dad's alive?"

Frank doesn't recognize the detective, but then he doesnn't go to many murder scenes. The cop he's talking to? He's seen him aroud, but mostly handing out speeding tickets "Mistter, I am not allowed to talk about who shot who without talking through the detective. For all I know you're a reporter in delivery drag"

Frank snorts "Yeah, right."but he goes to approach the D.

Detective Wayles looks over at Frank "Mister, whatever you need it better be important. We got maniacs in my region, and I take that pesonal"

"Dad?" The guy a the gurney gasps, then looks around "He's your dad? Look, he's alive last I heard, but I won't lie. It's bad, real bad. It's all in the doctor's hands. I used to work ambulances, EMT, now I work with the ones I can't lose. It's easier on me. But I can tell you it's a good hospital. Got one of the best heart surgeons in state on call."

A hundred different expressions flicker across her face in a moment. "Where?"

"Got you, and you don't need me and my Rig and my business here. Give me something to tell dispatch; the guys who work here, I've delivered to them before. Were they involved? Hurt? That'll get me off the hook with the company and I'm outta here."

Helpless - very much teenager, and very little troll - she calls out to the bearded man "Uncle Frank, we gotta go! He's... h-he's not here, we gotta go,,,"

He names the hospital where.. Symon's dad works!

Frank stoically does't respond or turn or notice the teen calling out.

Her shoulders fall, then tense, and she grabs up the bike again. It's fine, she'll go herself.

((AFKfor a bit))

"No business here for you, or anyone" The Detective says "Owner is at _________ Hospital.. bad condition. He owned the place so you're not goingg to get higher up than that. Now move on"

"You got it. That's all Ineed, thanks."

Frank heads back at a controlled pace to the rig; he glances at the teen on the bike.

Sam is off at a breakneck speed.

Frank mutters to himself and follows more modestly; he can't race around safely in the Rig. He carefully punches up the phone before putting it in gear and notifies an ad hoc phone tree; the Lodge to reach out to all concerned and let them know status, hospital, and who's covering what.

(If Brekke's not availale perhaps Kerri can help organize and vice versa; failing that, Vali?)

(NP. Sally Mae can pass it on)

So it is, that Dagmar peels into the hospital parking lot first. She can pay 5 dollars to park close, or park further out in the treasured Visitor area that is a longer walk

She doesn't have her wallet or her phone. She parks out in the boonies and RUNS.

Well, track running isn't her strong point but she's got long legs, and training so she covers the ground and is in quick.

She skids into the ER, panting for breath. Her mein dims as the cold of the place hits her - not gone, but hospitals are unkind to kithain. Desk? Something?

It's a washed out kind of world, despite best efforts to make folks feel welcome, it is still a place of worry, death and loss linger, people who have seen so much of it that they fight to hold onto their empathy without being beaten down by it move around in uniforms. Others, patients and loved ones up, feel frusstrated, helpless. There is some banality here, not overwhelming, but the Dreaming's power doesn't reach well

There is one woman who looks up "Hold on now"

Some sort of nurse at the desk

"I... I need... there was a man brought in? They said here. They said he's here. He was shot...."

"Honey, lots of folks were brought in, got a name?"

Frank pulls up in the truck friendly area of the hospital parking lot

"K-king. James King. He was shot."

"Oh" She looks through "Yeah, he can't have vistors. They're doing their best for him. Take a seat"

"I'm not a VISITOR!"