[Case #54: Video]

[19centconstable]

[George is out of the infirmary, and back in his room, looking like the picture of 19th century health, which was not actually that healthy by today's standards.]

I've never had terribly good luck contacting anybody from home on these days, but I do know that others have. I'm quite happy to speak to anyone, of course. Or anything. It's Constable George Crabtree, by the way. From Toronto, 1898.

And if cousin Penny is watching this: I know what you are up to, young lady. And if you haven't gotten up to it yet: I know what you will be up to shortly.


[Happy 4th Wall Day! 4th wall away!]

Comments

[photosympathy]

What's she up too? Deet deets, PC George.

[19centconstable]

Deets?

[photosympathy]

Details! Relinquish details!

[19centconstable]

Oh. Well, my cousin Penny tends to...get into it.

8D

[ex_fourmidable296]

George! Hello there!

!!!

[19centconstable]

DOCTOR!

[Yes, George did just hug his communicator.]

Have you returned?

[ex_fourmidable296]

Unfortunately, no. I'm still enjoying my last few days of freedom before returning back to my proper timestream. It's quite relaxing, and therefore horribly dull.

[19centconstable]

Ah. Speaking to you is nearly as good, at any rate.

I'm not sure I can believe that. I have trouble imagining you not in mid-adventure.

[witchofdesserts]

[Hey there, George! There's something that looks vaguely like a stuffed toy looking mutely at you. She is adorable.]

[19centconstable]

[George looks a bit unnerved.]

Er...? Is someone there?

[witchofdesserts]

[Charlotte tilts her head quizzically, then gives George a little wave. She's incapable of speech.]

[19centconstable]

[George jumps slightly.]

Oh my! Hello there?

[proper_cop]

Constable.

...interesting.

[19centconstable]

Yes, miss?

[proper_cop]

Kait. Constable of Whitechapel Island. Arkady's my clanmate.

[19centconstable]

Oh, I see! It's a pleasure to meet you, Constable. Is this a social call?

[policechiefwiggum]

[There's no person there. Instead there's a BIG DOG with it's nose. Only everything is ridiculously bright. It's a bright brown dog. Then there's a voice.]

Sniffy! Sniffy bad dog get away from the miranda rights teleprompter! Whatcha got there boy? What'cha-

[The voice sounds slightly nasally but when it lifts up there's a pig-like yellow face, blue hair, and a policeman's hat that says "SPRINGFIELD" on top.]

Hey! Look at that tiny little policemen in the teleprompter! good boy Sniffy!

[19centconstable]

[Oh my. That is a large policeman.]

Hello there, Sniffy. Sir.

[policechiefwiggum]

[Sniffy lets out a bark. Clancy for his part sets it back to reveal a very large bright world behind him. He IS a large policeman, but somehow rather then looking awful he looks just-chubby and fun.]

And Me, tiny policeman. Don't forget to say Hi to me too. I'm Clancy. and I'm a policeman too. aheh.

[what_ho_jeeves]

What ho, Georgie! How are things on the old cruise? You are still on the cruise, aren't you?

[19centconstable]

Mr. Wooster! What a pleasant surprise. I am, in fact. What of yourself?

[what_ho_jeeves]

Everything's tip top here. It was touch and go for a while, and I thought this Wooster would be doomed to matrimonial chains for sure, but Jeeves pulled me out of the soup just in the nick of time.

[amongthedead]

...Constable George Crabtree?

[that's adorable. Allison cannot help but smile.] Detective Allison Kerry.

[19centconstable]

Hello Detective. Where is it you work out of?

[amongthedead]

New York City Police Department precinct 33.