Back at the Police Station, Taimi’s phone suddenly rings in the middle of her conversation with Chief Inspector Denny. It rings a second time.
Denny: Lady Gaga, really?
Taimi checks the caller ID. It’s the Gremliminator’s cell!
Taimi: This is him calling now, one sec. SZ here.
Gord: Hey, Sapphic Zephyr. I just got back from interviewing those aliens. Did you know the Farzan also have an instrument called bagpipes? Their version is hydraulic, though, really beats ours.
Taimi: No, I didn’t. But, did you find out anything useful?
Gord: Always business with you… Well, our own Diva is a member of a shapeshifting species called the Arzali that uses telepathic music as a weapon. I wonder if she declared that at customs?
Taimi: I don’t think she ever declares anything. But unless you found out anything about any other Arzali on Earth, I’m not sure that helps us all that much.
Gord: Well, if you think there’s a lot of aliens out there that use telepathic music – like the sort that’s causing these dancing deaths – then that doesn’t tell us much. But Arzali are the rulers of the Ululala Galaxy, and Carole found info that there’s another alien from that galaxy running around BC with no official information about him or what he’s doing.
Taimi: Well, that’s something to work with. But finding a shapeshifter, if that particular alien is the same type, might be difficult.
Gord: I suppose it’s a start. I suppose we could either go to Diva directly for help on this, or we could alert some actual authorities and let them do the work for us.
Taimi: Well, fortunately, I’m standing in the office of an actual authority right now. Maybe she could help us out.
Denny is going through her drawers… “Aha!” She located a full box of Strawberry Pocky.
Taimi: Well, I’ll pass on the info, and see if we can get something going. I’ll let you know what happens.
Gord: Thanks. Later.
Taimi hangs up.
Denny: Got something?
Taimi relays what she knows to Denny.
Denny: I see, I see. She’s a high profile individual. I’ve tried to get her into court before, but her lawyers are more slippery than the ones from The Firm in a room full of ice.
Taimi: Well, I’m pretty sure it isn’t her. Analysis of the recording that inflicted Landice with the problem indicated the ‘singer’ was male. Of course, I don’t know if Arzali can change their voices, either.
Denny: So, two individuals from this Ululala Galaxy… Diva and this… “Saucheroro Bororo”.
Denny pronounces it impeccably. She then pops another Pocky into her mouth.
Taimi: Yeah, it’s the second one that’s my top suspect.
Denny: Give me three days and I’ll have him or her in an interrogation room, diplomatic immunity or no.
Taimi: I dunno if Landice, she’s the one that’s been afflicted, will last that long, but I don’t think we have any other choice.
Denny: I recommend bringing her to BC General. They’ve dealt with many cases such as hers. As for the Queen of Pop, you might have to find a way to talk to Diva yourselves. If you can’t pull strings, maybe get an official interview through a periodical. She gives weekly interviews to press types, I believe.
The chief inspector sits on her desk with her legs crossed, her hand under her chin, Pocky extended from her mouth.
Jefferson: Perp in 2, ma’am.
Taimi: Well, maybe Grem can take care of the official interview with Diva, he’s good at these acting things. And it seems like he’s really wanted to meet her, recently.
Denny: Well, good luck. I have some interrogating to do. Like I said, give me 3 days and I’ll have that Saucheroro Bororo in custody, on way or another.
Taimi: Alright, let me know when you do. In the meantime, I’ll let you know if we find out any more.
Denny grabs her hat from the table as she jumps down. “Alrighty, Miss Sapphire. Keep in touch!” She goes through the door and down the hall.
Jefferson: Need anything else?
Taimi: I don’t think so, thanks for your help.
Jefferson nods, and then leaves. Taimi heads back the way she came, towards the ‘hero entrance’.
Fara: Later, dearie.
Back to the underground lair!
Gord: So how were things with the authorities?
Taimi relays what Denny told her.
Gord: Wait wait wait, the hospital has actually treated people with this problem before? And they lived? Well, that changes things.
Taimi: Of course, how we get her out of here and to the hospital without her dancing herself to death.
Previously sent to investigate the building in the financial district, MGob returns with a report.
MGob: Gob, big base-gob, much gob gob. Shiny cars, gob. Gob massage, gob.
MGob stretches, showing it is now more relaxed.
Gord: So, shiny cars and massages. Sounds like my kind of office.
MGob: Gob, BIG, gob. Much Hummies-gob.
MGob hands Grem a piece of paper.
It’s an overly elaborate sketch of the building, with expensive cars in front of it, and guards with electric prods and automatic rifles. The flip side has a picture of the roof with a helipad. Gord whistles: Wow, that’s some serious security. I’m guessing the first hint of trouble has the bigwigs scrambling to the roof with a chopper coming in from somewhere else.
Gord: I’m also guessing, based on how heavy the security is, that these guys are the only guys in the building.
MGob: Gob, gob!
MGob shakes its head.
MGob: McGob! Massage, gob! Toof-gob!
Gord: Thanks for the work.
Gord: SZ, you wouldn’t happen to need your teeth cleaned any time soon, would you?
Gord: The office building where the bigwigs from Sovereign Storage go, it’s got a toothgob in it. I mean a dentist. Also a masseuse, but I already called dibs on visiting them to get a look around the building.
Taimi: Well, I don’t really need to visit a dentist…
Gord: For someone with a holographic disguise machine, you really aren’t much into the whole “going undercover” thing, are you?
Taimi: I’m more of the ‘building stuff’ thing
Gord: Pfft. You build stuff, then you blow up. No permanence. Now, a good undercover personality….
So, Gord locates an interview where they ask her about her homeland, where she basically speaks in super generic terms and doesn’t ever mention it. Apparently, she is really closed-lipped about her origin.
Taimi locates the lawyers’ office… and it turns out to be the same as the Financial District building… Duh Duh Dun!