Case #10: Video

[19centconstable]

[George's hair is being untamed again. It may actually be plotting something. I wouldn't trust it not to fake left and then dart right, that's all I'm saying.

More importantly: George is wearing this. And jeans.]

My tea shirt [and you can hear the t-e-a in his pronunciation] has a mustache.

[George looks confused. And a little enthralled. And slightly suspicious.]

And Mr. Spinola has an interest in working with the infirmary.

[George glances down at his shirt again.]

I do believe it's staring at me.

((George is not affected by the flood, so if you would like your character to be overwhelmed by optimism, youthful enthusiasm, or a distrust of modern underwear, feel free to spam away.))

Comments

Private.

[acertifieduser.livejournal.com]

I'll bring some of those too. When are you free?

Private.

[19centconstable.livejournal.com]

Now, I suppose.

Oh, the infirmary staff would be pleased to have you drop by at your convenience.

Private.

[acertifieduser.livejournal.com]

Give me fifteen minutes to throw some things together.

Thanks, George. What about the lab? Or are you still going to tell me that one job is enough? Also, should I be scheduling it so that you can come with me or do you trust me to get set up on my own? Is there a specific doctor I should be going to to discuss my employment?

Re: Private.

[19centconstable.livejournal.com]

Of course.

Worry about this job first. And I'm sure you can speak to Dr. Jones without my having to hold your hand: she doesn't bite.

Private. Spam or assume?

[acertifieduser.livejournal.com]

I'm confident we'll get along. Thanks for setting this up.

Re: Private. Let's assume as I'm on my way to bed.

[19centconstable.livejournal.com]

You're quite welcome.