2019-12-05 - Abracadaver

"We can use the elevator to take her into the garage. I can transport her if you can't get a vehicle here." Beth says as they walk down the stairs. She grabs the transport stretcher and begins pushing it towards the embalming room where the corpse is. Since the evidence has been collected now it's just a manner of getting her ready to go to the morgue. She takes position at the shoulders and waits for Yule to get in proper place to move Stephanie from table to stretcher.

"Might as well use yours. No sense in waiting until it gets here, though given the rain? I'm also in no rush," It's a glance towards the wall where that storm can be heard. Once more it is back to getting the gloves on, and then he's helping to move Stephanie onto that stretcher, "Sounds like they have everything they need to pass it off to the detectives. I'll do the autopsy today, given how much time has already passed. Don't want to let it go too much longer, else the stepmom will get suspicious."

Beth grasps Stephanie's shoulders and begins counting down for transfer, "3...2..." She doesn't get to one. That crack of thunder causes her to flinch and lift her head. She doesn't let go of Stephanie. She's hard to startle, and has never dropped a deceased before. She isn't about to get in that habit at this point. When she feels that shiver she looks down at Stephanie, but still she doesn't startle. Dead bodies do all sorts of strange things. Muscle spasms aren't unheard of. "Sounds nasty out there." She observes, and then she begins counting down again, "3...2..."

Every bit of Yule's body tenses up, his eyes casting towards the stairs, and then back to Beth, watching her expression ever so closely. "Yeah. You remember all those stories we'd hear, growing up?" Yeah, it's a nice, gentle segue to see if she has any concerns about the weird stuff, but for the moment? Yule just readies himself, listening to the count down, and prepares to lift and move on the count of one. "Might be best to just get her into storage until the storm has blown over if limbs start cracking off. Don't want to get stuck out on the road somewhere with her."

"Which ones? There are so many." Beth says in response to Yule's question, and her eyes linger on his face briefly in a significant way before she looks back to the task at hand. "Okay. We'll move her into refrigeration." She says, because that is the sensible thing to do. And then they move her onto the stretcher with the clap of thunder.

Stephanie's eyes popping open causes Beth to take a stumbling step backwards. She knocks over a metal tray with instruments on it, and they clang on the floor. When the girl speaks she gasps and puts a hand over her mouth to stifle a horrified sound.

"You know, the sor-" Crack goes the thunder, just as they heft the body up and over. When a new voice, one that doesn't come from either of them, but rather then body? It has Yule's hands immediately yank away. "Fuck," It's a sharp exclamation, but the M.E. recovers quickly. Sure, this isn't unheard of and... maybe her eyes are just... tired. Right?! He steps back up to the stretcher, two fingers coming out to try and find the victim's pulse along her neck, "Stephanie? We need you to relax and keep calm. You were," What, exactly, had happened to her? Look, the details aren't important right now! "Found incapacitated."

Beth makes a grimace when she hears that initial crack, and despite her initial shock she manages to pull herself together and crosses the short distance to Stephanie's side. "Stephanie listen to us. You have been injured very badly and we need you to lie still so you don't hurt yourself." She looks up at Yule and mouths What the fuck is happening? Maybe he understands her or maybe he doesn't. "Just...calm down, Stephanie."

It's that unnatural, unearthly crack that has Yule's mouth dropping open for a second, a small involuntary twitch of his body when that forearm looks to grab him, only bending in that ever so contorted posture. "You shouldn't be trying to move. We just need to restrain you for your safety, Stephanie." Totally for hers, not for theirs at all! Yes, Yule's eyes have caught that mouthing from Beth, and it's clear that he? Has no clue, not a single idea to offer up before he steps forward, trying to put his hands around the bodies shoulders to see if she won't just lay back down so the restraints on the stretcher can be attached.

"Shush..." Beth manages to say without a quiver in her voice even though deep down she's scared shitless. There is obviously a logical explanation for what is happening, but at the moment it appears that a dead girl has reanimated in her embalming room. While Yule holds her down she over to buckle the restrains as quickly as she can. She doesn't pull them too tight, because obviously Stephanie is clearly alive and she doesn't want to hurt her, but they are snug. "Oh no." She says when poor Stephanie's jaw gets stuck open, and she reaches for a neck rest to prop up her head so she is more comfortable. She is reaching for a rolled up washcloth to place under her jaw when she hears her refrigerator thumping. "Oh my god it's Mister Johnson."

She looks like she is about to dash off towards her refrigerator, but she hesitates before she opens a drawer. She takes out a scalpel, the big kind meant for cutting into arteries for embalming, and then another. The second one she holds out for Yule.

Yule is all about trying to keep Stephanie in place, to give them one less thing to worry about in this suddenly horrible horror show of a thunderstorm. "Don't." Comes his word of warning once she confirms what he'd already been thinking - she said she had a second body to do! - though it doesn't stop him from taking the scalpel. He steps off to the side, looking up to the stairs to see if he can hear or see anything, before his eyes fall on the refrigerator door. "Fuck." To open it or to not? He gives Beth a pointed look that speaks volumes about 'This Isn't A Good Idea', but on he goes towards that cold storage she has. "You have any more straps, or rope or.." Well, anything really. Just in case there is another walking quasi-dead that is going to come out.

Beth has had a little bit of time to think about if it's a Good Idea or not to open up her refrigerator. Yule's Don't causes her to pause further. "I'm scared, too. But can you imagine how scared he probably is?" Her head turns when Stephanie breaks another bone, and she grimaces before she reaches to put a hand over hers. "You have to stop moving, Stephanie. You need to calm down." She tries to broadcast that Stephanie should be calm, but it doesn't seem to do much at all. And then there is Mister Johnson to worry about. "I have straps." She moves to retrieve them from the storage shelves before Mister Johnson beats his way through the refrigerator.

"I think he's more angry than scared. You been through something like this before, Beth?" Comes Yule's hissed thought as that thumping at the door gets louder. And louder. It's towards his bag that he goes, rummaging through it, before he finds a syringe and a small tube of a sedative, taking a big, huge plunge of it. Will it work on semi-dead bodies? He has no idea, but it's prepped anyway for that all too animated Mr. Johnson. "All right. Let's see if we can't be ready to just... grab him." Over towards that storage spot he goes, helping her to rummage through it and unbuckle the straps, ready for use.

"No I can't say I have." Beth says in whispered response as she gets out the straps meant for securing a body to a gurney out of a box. She looks up just as Yule draws that medicine into the syringe and she murmurs a warning, "He's pretty big." She glances towards the stairs, as if thinking of just making a run for them, before she sucks in a calming breath. She puts the scalpel into her pocket, and takes a step towards the refrigerator. The straps are held at the ready. "You open it, I'll tangle him up, and you can sedate him." She tries her best to ignore Stephanie's wails, but a helpless glance is still thrown in her direction. "Whenever you are ready." She tells Yule.

"Glad we aren't at my morgue," Comes his muttered response of morbid humor, given how many more corpses they'd have had to deal with. His eyes glance towards the large door that is weakening by the moment, the way those hinges are straining to keep doing the job they are meant to do, and already he's moving towards the place. "Well. No time like the present." The handle is pulled, the door yanked against to try and fling it open and catch the dearly beloved Mr. Robinson off guard and unsuspecting, the examiner waiting for Beth to try and get him tangled up before he darts in.

Beth lets out a cry of alarm as Mr. Robinson lurches towards her, stepping back just in time to miss being flattened by him as he falls down on the floor. She gets down on her knees to try and get Mr. Robinson restrained before he tries getting back up. "I am so sorry, Mr. Robinson. It seems there has been a mistake and you aren't completely dead. Now I need you to hold still so I can call someone to come help you. Please hold still!" She has left enough room for Yule to get down and sedate the risen from the dead man.

It's a shock of surprise when the body comes lurching out so quickly, and Yule stumbles back, half clinging to the battered refrigerator door. It's just in time to hear Beth as she starts to restrain him, and he doesn't hesitate before leaping into action. "If we can just keep them restrained, hopefully it will pass soon," What? Well, they can worry about that later, surely, when there aren't dead bodies stumbling about in anger. He knees down near the shoulder, the needle jabbed in and the plunger pushed quickly. Does he have one set of fingers crossed it is going to work? Absolutely.

"Oh my god!" Beth cries out when she realizes Mr. Robinson's face has been smashed in from falling on the floor. She takes a step back to avoid getting her surgical bootie drenched in blood. It's all too much. Her chest starts heaving as her breath picks up, and she takes another step back and puts her arms around herself. And then she sort of just...stands there. She seems to come to when one of the cops upstairs yells for them, and her head jerks towards the door. And then when she looks back it's all gone. "...What...?" She cries out, and then she walks towards the door to the refrigerator to throw it open.

There is Mr. Robinson already dressed and ready for his funeral just how she left him last. Embalmed and safe waiting to be transferred into his coffin when it comes in tomorrow morning.

It's all a dizzy of thoughts as everything seems to go haywire at once, until it's all quiet. Yule's head jerks up at the sound of that question coming down the stairs, and his calm demeanor, those years of training to make snap decisions all come into place, "Go up and distract them, and I'll get-" Get what, exactly? Everything is back, just as it should be. It's far too long of a pause to be comfortable for an answer to the police man who is upstairs.

"Fuck. Look... we'll talk about this later, yeah? Right now," His voice picks up, all to call upstairs, "Yeah. Still packing up. Door of the fridge was stuck. Sounds like the storm has subsided though... we'll be taking her on in."

Beth stares at Mr. Robinson for several moments, a look of abject horror on her face, before she swings the door to the refrigerator closed. She is quiet as Yule yells upstairs, and when he's finished she says a little weakly, "Let's just get her to the morgue." She walks back to the embalming room, her shoulders tense as if anticipating a horror scene, but it's as if nothing happened. She takes a step inside and towards Stephanie, pauses involuntarily, and forces herself forward by sheer will alone. She goes to Stephanie's shoulders to grab them in the proper way just as she did before, and waits for Yule. "Your count."

"We will. Just nice and easy." Comes Yule's response, before he takes up his position just as before. Not exactly a reassurance everything is going to be fine, but after what they just witnessed? Well, that'd really seem a bit insincere at this point. "Three. Two. One." And this time as they lift her up and over, there is no shiver, no stroke of lightning to create thunder. She just slides over just as they'd have expected all along. "All right. I can wheel her, if you want to get the elevator, and then? We can get out of here."

"Okay." Beth says, and she moves to strap Stephanie in because at this point she isn't taking any chances. That done she pulls the burgundy blanket up and over Stephanie's head. Then she starts towards the elevator, pulling the doors open in anticipation of Yule wheeling Stephanie in. When he pushes her in she closes the door and hits the button. The elevator groans to life, and a few seconds later they are upstairs in the garage. "We'll take the mini van. It's a little less obvious than the Hearse." She leads the way towards the older model mini-van, and opens the back. Inside the back seats have been taken out and the floor has been modified to hold a gurney similar to the one Yule is pushing in place.