19centconstable | Case #53: Video

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Case #53: Video

[George is in the infirmary. He looks slightly green around the gills (not that he has gills), but otherwise well.]

That was quite unpleasant. I don't believe I like myself when I am angry.

And I hope I didn't put anyone out too much, particularly you, Captain Angua. And Dick: I do of course trust you completely with any of my bodily fluids.

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Detective Hoffman did stop by. He left me some reading material on a detective who is also a bat. Or possibly just dresses as one.

It...has actually come to my attention recently that most of the people I've been closest with here have departed.

But... everyone likes you. [She honestly doesn't get how anyone can do that, much less two people she knows. There are times her friends don't even like her.]

I do appreciate you saying so, but I'm sure that's not true.

I'm equally sure it is.

I am a police officer, Captain. Our presence isn't always welcome. And I was Detective Hoffman's warden when he graduated, which not everyone here is happy about.

[It's a fair cop, and she hadn't thought about the Hoffman thing. She's been more or less tolerant of the man... but admittedly, that's mostly because of whose inmate he was when she met him.]

I'll come over, shall I? I can teach you Cripple Mr. Onion.

I'd like that, but I'm not sure Mr. Onion would.

It's cards, George.

Ah. Then we'd both like that very much.

[She seems unusually flustered when she switches off, but true to her word, she shows up a while later, composed again, and holding a large deck of cardboard cards.]

Well, it's good to see you looking less like a lichen-covered troll, anyway.

[He looks horrified.]

Did I really look like a troll?

Not really.

...Trolls are smaller.

[She shrugs sheepishly and takes a seat, eyeing him over with a concern that she will swear is professional. It's different, over the network and in person... She remembers that from her death toll, too.] Seriously, you're..?

[He glances down at himself. Seriously, he is.]

Oh. Yes. I really do feel fine. Just a bit tired. As if I've just gotten over a chest cold.

You're getting over it better than I did, then. [All right, she might be a bit jealous about that. When she died, it wiped her out for what felt like ages. Bloody Satsuki.] Maybe it's not as bad when it's natural causes, do you think?

[He purses his lips thoughtfully.]

You may have something there, Captain. Also, there wasn't any part of me that needed repair, necessarily.

[Captain -- he's better at this than she is, still with the titles, she thinks. Which is good, really. It's easier to think that way.]

Just a good bout of recovery, Constable. You've earned your R&R with Hoffman, anyway. [She pulls over a rolling medicine stand and starts to lay the cards out, as if proving her point.]

[Part of it is that he's so secretly (or not so) thrilled at the idea of a lady Captain. But it's also possible that he may someday call his wife 'Mrs. Crabtree'.]

I'd certainly hope so. I'm very proud of him for remaining on as a warden.

You should be. Gods know, with Satsuki... [...that it will be a miracle if she even graduates ever, much less wardens.] Well, good job, anyway.

[She puts five cards facedown in front of him, and ten for herself.] All right, take a look at those, throw out up to four. [The cards are numbered like Earth cards, but the suits are completely different: staves, swords, cups, coins, octograms, elephants, terrapins and crowns.]

It does get disheartening sometimes, but you've just got to keep on not giving up.

[George glances down at his cards.]

Throw...out? For what reason?

As in discard, George. For better cards, hopefully. [She tugs the corners of her own ten up enough to glance at them, raises a brow, and sets them back down.]

Have you met her?

Yes, but what's better?

[He shakes his head.]

I don't believe so. What is it that's troubling you?

Higher numbers, generally. Things that add up to 21 are good, picture cards are good, aces are good, and sixes, sevens, and eights are good.

[She waits, drumming her fingers against the little table with a frown.] Nothing, exactly. She's just... moving slowly. A bit glacially, actually. It's hard to know if I'm doing anything.

[He hesitates for a moment, then reaches across the table to place his hand over hers.]

I'm sure that you are. And that she's very lucky to have you.

Oh.

[Later on, she's going to really, truly hate herself for the look that she knows is on her face at this exact moment. And she already hates herself for every second that she doesn't pull her hand away... But she keeps not doing it anyway.]

...Well.

[He leaves his hand there for what he knows is a bit too long, then shoots her a crooked grin and returns to his cards.]

Alright. I will discard three. And now?

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