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

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.]