2020-05-23 - One Question

It's a pleasant spring evening, though that hasn't done anything to improve the service in the Grizzly Diner. But Yule doesn't mind the slow passing of time while waiting, and a cup of coffee is out before him, either the only thing that he's ordered, or the only thing that has been delivered. A news paper is folded in half, perused as he lazes the hours away. Dressed in a white shirt with rolled up sleeves, the inner collar and arms have a checkered white and black pattern, and with a pair of black slacks and a pair of dress shoes, it's the typical, well cut look that the ME is dressed in tonight.

Coming in, Lyric looks to be in a pretty good mood. She's got a spiral notebook in hand and is looking down at a page in it. There's an ink pen clipped on the metal spirals on the side. Looking up, she grins when she notices Yule there and bounces over. He was familiar, from the trailer park. From cookies in the trailer park. And various other places. Without invitation, she slides into a seat across from him and places the notebook down on the table and laces her fingers over the top of it. "Hi! I gotta question."

Apparently she's not lacking confidence in her assumptions of being welcome.

Down comes the pull of the corner of his paper as the woman slides in across from him, and one dark brow rises in amusement. "Yeah?" Comes Yule's initial response, a faint smile touching to his lips, and the look of recognition shows that the DJ is indeed remembered from the Trailer Park. "Hope it is a really good one. Don't want to waste your one question, after all." No, the ME doesn't seem completely serious about that, but once more that paper is folded again, before it is tucked down onto the end of the table, placing his full attention upon her.

Dropping her eyes to that faint smile, Lyric responds with a beaming one of her own. "Oh it's a really good question, but since there's only one you gotta guess what it is and what it's about then. Kinda draw out the suspense." Her own amusement echoes in her expressive eyes and she rests her elbow on the table, completely without manners in that, but she rests her chin on her hand as she watches and waits for his guesses, fully expecting him to play along!

"You want to know if I got your Christmas present?" His head cants to one side, fingers curling around the cup of coffee to lift it up lazily, before that faint smile graces his mouth again, and Yule murmurs, "You want to know if I /always/ look this good?" Yes, now it's clear that his version of playing along will hardly be serious at all, and back he settles into the booth, savoring a sip of that coffee before he flashes her a pointed if friendly look, "Come on. Out with it. What is your question?"

"Nope. I know you did, you told me so." The thank you note of course. Lyric laughs a little. "I bet you still got mine I never got to come by for." The second one stops her short and she sort of allows her gaze to lazily rake up-and-down him as if just noticing his looks! "Nope," she immediately disagrees again. "I guess you always look good. Really good." And while the words are delivered guilelessly, she does seem genuine in their delivery. Even if he's not serious, Lyric is enjoying the game! Still, when he prodes for it, she delivers it with no flourish. "You lived here all your life," she says in a matter-of-fact manner. "Mostly, I mean. Do you know of a ghost musician named Harry? He's super good at playin' the guitar and singin'. Maybe you bein the man who sees lots of dead people you'd know somethin' about him."

"Well, half my life by now. But I'll take that as a compliment, that I look younger than I am," But it is the question, the genuine and true one, that has Yule's brow furrowing, a look of contemplation coming from him. "A ghost musician named Harry. Can't say I have. He a more recently deceased sort, or quite old? Lots of strange shit in this town," He doesn't even bother to hide it, a finger reaching out to tap lightly upon the paper before a small scoff comes, head just shaking a bit. "Why? You seen him, or just looking for him?"

"Age doesn't matter," Lyric waves that away easily, but she does seem interested in his reaction. The furrowing of his brow was expected but the return question has her opening her notebook and reading out loud what she knew so far. "He is prolly from Tennessee." Her probably is shorted as she talks quicker to relay it all. "A guitar playin drifter who was found dead here in town, mauled by a bear. It was downtown though which is weird." There, she pauses before reaching into one of the dividers of the notebook that has a pocket. She takes out a piece of paper and turns it towards him. "This is a signup list from last night at Open mic night at Espresso Yourself." Listed is Lyric along with other names like Ruiz, Scott, Devlin and Itzhak among others. The name before the last one is Harry. "He sang and played last night. And he sang kind of a threatenin song. Or an omen or somethin." Hesitating, she recites a few lines from it, not remember it all of course. "Words like, You know your days are numbered. Count em. In time you may come back to live once more or die once more but in your time you'll be no more."

"Yeah," Comes Yule's all too knowing observation about bears downtown, and the look on his face? Shows he doesn't believe 'bear' is the right thing for whatever did the mauling, not that he has any insight on what the truth of the matter is. Out his hand comes, twisting that paper around until he can see it, glancing down through before a faint frown curls to the corners of his mouth. "So, dare I ask," He expects there is something to answer it, but his curiosity just can't be helped, "How is it that you know this Harry is a ghost? Did he just..." Well, do whatever ghosts do. His head tips one way and then another, considering, and finally those chocolate brown eyes fall upon Lyric, studying her carefully for a second. "He seem to be watching anyone in particular as he sang?"

"There were people who couldn't see him, you could tell cause when he went up to sing some people thought there was dead space on the mic. But now that you mention it, the people I see in Dreams.." she smirks, absolutely putting inflection on the capital D there, "Those are the people he looked at. An' me too." His other question takes a bit longer to respond to. Finally she does. "Um. I could just tell. I could see him and he was a ghost. That other stuff I told you about the bear an' all, I found out on a computer. I'm not amazing at computers, but the library people were helpful."

"So... yeah. All right. One of Those Dreams," Yule murmurs, a finger tracing along the top of his cup as he considers. "If you want, I can pull up the autopsy file. They should have done one. When did he die?" Comes the next logical question, given in this town? It could have been who knows when. One shoulder lifts up, and the flicker of a smile that comes across his mouth is reassuring, all to match the tone of his words towards Lyric, "Things in this place? Like to scare people. Imagine it wasn't anything /specific/, just one of those... weird things that goes on around here, you know?"

"Except it wasn't a Dream last night. It was real and everyone that I usually see in Dreams noticed him too, but it wasn't a Dream." Lyric offers the only date she knows, "I will see if I can find the exact date, but can you check for someone killed by a bear in the 80s named Harry?" Oops, that was another question stemming from the first.

"Bear attacks happen around here more often than you'd think," Comes the dry, drab replied humor of the man, his head dipping into a faint nod. "Yeah. I can do that. A last name or specific year sure would help, if you can narrow it down and just text me, yeah?" Comes his comment, and only a touch of amusement that filters through shows that he, too, caught onto that second question that came spilling from her lips. "So why all the interest in him? Just hoping to get his permission to play his song at the club? Not sure that it sounds like the best thing to do a strip tease too. But this is Gray Harbor, I suppose."

"Yeah lots of bears." This is the Grizzly after all and she looks at all the bear stuff with a wry expression before turning her gaze back to him, this time adding in a lopsided smile. "Yeah, that'll work." Lyric tugs out her phone and presses her index finger to the button unlocking it before sliding it over to him. "Put your number in, please." So she can text! "Cause I wanna know why he's here and singin. You gotta admit it's not the usual thing you see." Well maybe so in this town. "I don't strip, I just play music at the club."

Yule takes that phone, a few buttons pressed to get his number into her own, before he murmurs, "Most everything around here is stuff you don't normally see. And I didn't say for /you/ to strip to, though I am quite sure you can do a great job if you wanted to." Those words are an ever so light tease, and then his own phone is going off. It's a quick glance down to it before a sigh is pushed out, and from the booth Yule begins to slide. "Looks like I can start sooner than later. Another body to go get. Let me know when you find out a bit more info, yeah?" And then the ME is gone, slipping out of the diner.