Case # 37: Video

[19centconstable]

[Someone is holding the communicator carelessly in one hand, as though they don't know it's on. The floor passes by slowly under the camera's lens. Whoever they are, they're walking hesitantly toward something. Bathroom tile appears, and then: the base of the toilet.]

Sweet wounded Jesus. I've died and gone to heaven.

[It's a boy speaking; his voice soft and high, his accent somewhere between Irish, British, and Pirate.

In other words: George Crabtree.]

Comments

[scentbombed]

...What the hell is that?

[19centconstable.livejournal.com]

It's a water closet. Indoors.

[scentbombed]

A closet for water? [The Disc is even more backwards than Canada! Imagine that.]

[19centconstable.livejournal.com]

No, for...

[How to say this without being improper...]

...going.

[scentbombed]

Going... in the water? Like taking a... [Her mind automatically goes to the word "bath." She makes a face.] Gross.

[19centconstable.livejournal.com]

[He misunderstands and thinks they're on the same page.]

It does seem a bit. But it's how all the posh folks do it.

[scentbombed]

We're posh and we don't. Or we don't use it, anyway.

[19centconstable.livejournal.com]

Yes, but: you're foreign.

[scentbombed]

You're foreign to me.

Anyway, it's silly to have a whole closet for that. We just go outside.

[19centconstable.livejournal.com]

I am? Oh.

We do as well, but it gets a bit nippy.

[scentbombed]

Oh, it's not so bad for us. It snows a lot, but we have a little hot spring we use. It's really pretty out there, you can almost pretend you're not... you know. [Baths are the worst, amirite?]

[19centconstable.livejournal.com]

I suppose.

[Well, everyone does sort of daydream on the loo.]

And the cold does certainly wake one up. Whether you'd like it to or not.