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.]

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Re: Spam!

[thebestnose.livejournal.com]

[She giggled and ran off with it, hiding it underneath a chair and piled snow on top of it. Her eyes couldn't really see it that well, so she just assumed that George wouldn't either.

Laughing, she went to hide behind another chair to wait.]

Re: Spam!

[19centconstable.livejournal.com]

[He opens his eyes.]

...do I get hints?

Re: Spam!

[thebestnose.livejournal.com]

No! Indians don't get hints! [Not that she knew.]

Re: Spam!

[19centconstable.livejournal.com]

But how am I suppos-...

[He frowns at the snow. Which has foot prints in it. Oh. He follows a likely set to a chair, and a pile of snow that doesn't look entirely natural. He digs through it.]

I...I've found it!

Re: Spam!

[thebestnose.livejournal.com]

[She laughed.] Now you have to run or I'll take it back! [And she tore off after him.]

Re: Spam!

[19centconstable.livejournal.com]

[He stares at her for a moment, then takes off across the deck. He's taller than her; longer-legged. And George has always been rather quick on his feet.]

Re: Spam!

[thebestnose.livejournal.com]

[Jane's armed with a little girl's energy and determination. But she's really no match for him, so, after a short amount of chasing, she simply stopped and sat down in the snow to pout.]

Re: Spam!

[19centconstable.livejournal.com]

[He circles back around to her, braces his hands on his knees, and pants.]

Why did you stop?

Re: Spam!

[thebestnose.livejournal.com]

[She waited until he was closer and then leapt up to chase after him again, hoping this would work to her advantage.] I didn't!

Re: Spam!

[19centconstable.livejournal.com]

[Oh crap: she's got him. Future constable down.]

Re: Spam!

[thebestnose.livejournal.com]

[She giggled and, once she had him, gripped tightly to his shirt so she didn't go falling down.] I win! [When her feet were steady underneath her again, she stood up straight again and took a few steps back.] It's cold.

Re: Spam!

[19centconstable.livejournal.com]

I suppose it is.

[George is pretty hardy and hasn't really noticed the cold yet.]

Re: Spam!

[thebestnose.livejournal.com]

[Jane liked to keep things where they were comfortable. And she was comfortable with winning. So instead of play again, when she could potentially lose, she decided to stop. That would be better.]

I'm tired of playing.

Re: Spam!

[19centconstable.livejournal.com]

Is there food anywhere?

[George looks youthfully enthusiastic about the prospect.]

Re: Spam!

[thebestnose.livejournal.com]

Yes! I'll show you. [She ran towards the door they had come through earlier.]

Re: Spam!

[19centconstable.livejournal.com]

Is it hot?

[Although make no mistake: George will eat anything.]