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

[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.