19centconstable | Case #10: Video

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Case #10: Video

[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.))

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Er...on any map, yes.

[George is unsure if she's just confused, or if the card game fellows were also cartographers unbeknownst to him.]

I don't think it's terribly important, though. That her name is that.

Probably not. [She folded her hands in front of her.]

So, tell me how you can...talk to her. [She couldn't remember the unfamiliar phrase he had used to describe that.] So that I know what I have to work with.

[George flaps his hands sort of vaguely.]

I...suppose I'd just ask her about herself and tell her about me if she were interested. What sorts of information are you usually given?

[She rolled her eyes at him. Typical.]

The P- Girls don't care about that. But...it's the first time that you've met, so you don't want to be too forward- talking about whatnots and noses. [The last one was said a little bitterly. Not that she thought George would do that, but she had to start somewhere.]

[George squints.]

I don't...believe I've ever spoken about noses. But perhaps it would be easier for you to give me advice in a hypothetical situation. Say...in the event that I were to run into a young lady in whom I was interested and who I believe to have an interest in me who has been traveling for several months as a newspaper reporter, but is from a very good family in Toronto, and whose sister I've known for a number of years. Hypothetically. What should I say? Besides hello.

[She stared at him.]

Well, you ask her about her travels, of course. I'm sure she's going to have plenty of stories to tell you. And then you let her talk and talk and talk. If she's really from a good family, I'm going to say that they're probably at least Yellows and maybe Purples and so she would love to talk about her.

The best thing to do in that situation is listen. You get extra points in this game if you actually pay attention. [No. Jane wasn't bitter at all.]

[George taps his finger against his lips.]

She does have stories, but I'm not sure I'd say she likes to talk about herself: she's a reporter; she likes to be told about other people. She's a bit, erm, nosy.

But how do I tell her that, I know I'm only a constable, not a famous author, or magician, and that I don't have very much money or any sort of family name, but that I am going to make something of myself and that I'd like to do so with her?

...Hypothetically

[Now Jane was getting the picture.] If she's a reporter, then she must enjoy writing. And words.

Impress her with your words. [She laughed.] You could be like the boys where I'm from and try your hand at poetry. [No, she doesn't really think that.]

Hypothetically, you appeal to the heart, rather than the head. If you're trying to marry upcolour, which it sounds like you are, then you need to stay away from logic.

Our Prince once gave me a poem about bums.

[George should really sound embarrassed about that, but he doesn't.]

Do people often marry..."upcolour"?

Usually. The more colour perception you have, the better your family looks.

[And then what he said dawned on her.]

Poetry about what?!

Um, bottoms.

[Now George sounds slightly embarrassed.]

[A slightly mischievous look came across her face.]

Do you have it here?

No, but I recall it.

"There was a prince who liked to succumb,
to vulgar young girls with big bums.
But he knew he was trapped,
And would have to adapt,
So he begs you instead for some rum."

He wrote that himself.

[THE ROYAL FAMILY, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN.]

[It took her a full ten seconds to actually process that and then she began to laugh. It started out small and worked into full giggles where she actually had to turn away from him to control herself.

Once she had composed herself, she cleared her throat and faced him again.]

Why do you have that memorised?

[George points at his forehead.]

Oh, I have an excellent memory.

Especially when it comes to poetry about whatnots. [She snickered and placed her teacup on the table.]

I thought we were supposed to talk about your date. [Not that she really cared too much about it now. Strangely, this conversation made her feel better about the whole situation.]

[George shrugs.]

I suppose I just don't see how it could be all that different from calling on a woman in my time.

Because she's not from your time. [Jane just gave him an exasperated look.]

[George returns said look.]

But we take ladies to dinner. We go for walks. I've even been invited on a walk by a lady. If the only difference is less civilized conversation, is that really a difference?

It's difficult to describe, George. But the Previous- well, not Previous like you, but the other ones- they're different. Strange. Less civilised, yes, but...

[She looked down.] We used to say that the Previous fell because of the Worship of the Me. Because of anarchy. And that's what I've seen from them.

So it's different. It's not bad, if that's what you want to do and if it's what it will take to earn your inmate's trust but...just don't expect it to be the same.

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