19centconstable | Case #1: Video

[The video screen is navy blue and slightly blurry. From off-screen a man speaks. He has an accent which, if you are familiar with such things, is easily identifiable as being from Newfoundland. If you are not so in the know, you may think it is Irish. Or British. Or fake. He declares:]

I...believe this device and I have reached an understanding...

[The expanse of navy moves back. You have been looking at a close up of the man's policeman uniform. Now it is visible from neck to about mid-thigh in all its old-fashioned, high-collared, many buttoned glory. Because while the device and George may have come to an understanding, George does not understand how to frame a shot.]

Well. I-...oh.

[As a sort of after thought, he reaches up out of frame. When his hands appear again they are holding his navy blue custodian helmet, which has a silver colored maple leaf on the front. He rests the helmet against his hip.]

I'm Constable George Crabtree, Toronto Constabulary, station #4, and I'm very pleased to be here and meet all of you. ...Although I suppose I haven't done that yet. But I'm sure I'll be pleased when I do!

I've seen an airship before, but I've never been on one...that I can remember. But it's really an experience; much smoother than being on a boat. I don't get seasick myself, but I have an aunt who can't stomach travel like that in the slightest. Just.

[Vomit-y hand motion.]

All over.

Anyway. I'm very impressed by this whole business! This "thingy" here.

[He shakes the communicator.]

But! Especially-

[And then everything is a blur as George, communicator in hand, is moving through his room. When he stops, you are greeted with a lovely shot of: a toilet. The sort with a wall mounted tank and pull chain. Then George turns the camera back on himself, and manages to actually aim it at his excitedly grinning face. He hooks a thumb in the toilet's direction.]

Now that's fantastic! Did everybody get one?

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Tea is a very important part of the job. There are lads around the station I wouldn't trust with a kettle at all.

Tea is a vital part of any police work, and it has to be made correctly, or anarchy will break loose.

Too right.

Although have you tried this coffee stuff? It's got a funny taste at first, but after a few cups you really come to like it. I had six cups one after the other once. I can't...recommend doing that, actually.

I... do like coffee, but not as much as tea. Six is a bit excessive, yes.

What happened?

I wasn't aware; they just kept handing them to me.

As I recall, everything seemed to be vibrating slightly. But I was later told that I was the one doing the vibrating.

[He laughs a little,]

Sorry. That... that's quite an image. Stick to tea, aye?

I think I'll do just that.

Good plan.

You know. I didn't offer to actually answer any actual questions you had about this place.

Thank you for offering, sir. I believe the issue of washing has been sorted, but I would like to hear a bit more about these "floods", if you could? And someone mentioned something about comas, which is distressing.

[again with the sir...]

Floods... Oh Lord. Essentially, through either accident or design - we can never really tell, but the suspicion leans to the latter sometimes - things change for a few days. It can be something relatively harmless to most people, or something traumatic and horrific which can make you think differently, or change your memory, or even make you an entire different person. They don't affect everyone always - sometimes you get missed out. But they've varied from being turned into animals for a few days to falling in love with your inmate or... being turned into someone you knew from home.

The coma thing is distressing, I won't lie about it. It's only happened to me once, but sometimes people just fall asleep, and are perfectly fine, but don't wake up for anywhere between three days and a whole few weeks. We usually just take them to the infirmary so someone can keep an eye on them, but the cause hasn't been discovered - I personally wondered if it was stress related. They don't seem to do any long lasting damage, from what I've heard. You just wake up and don't realise you've missed three days of your life.

Oh my. I'm not sure I know what to think about that.

And I've certainly never heard of an hysterical coma before.

The general consensus is to hate them, I think. We'd do something about them if we could.

Me neither, but there's a lot of things here you probably wouldn't have heard or thought about before.

I'm sure on both accounts.

It's not... brilliant, I guess. But we try our best anyway.

Certainly. And I still think it's all very...forward thinking. The noose does solve the problem, but it doesn't do anything for the man hanging from it, or his family.

No, you're right. I never liked the death penalty.

A lot of places have abolished it by my time, if you wondered.

Would you say there's less criminal activity in the future?

I wish I could say there was. I don't think so.

But I don't think that's to do with the death penalty.

No, I suppose it wouldn't be.

Well thank you very much, Sergeant. I'm sure I'll come up with something else to ask you about in no time. If that's alright?

Not a problem, Constable. You can contact me easily enough through this, or come to my room - number seven on the seventh floor. I'm usually in in the evening.

You're seven and seven? I'm five and five. That's nearly funny.

We just have to find out who's six and six.

We're both police: I'm sure we could solve it in no time.

I'm sure we could. I... did have notes of all these things when there were less of us, and some people stayed around for longer, but now I'm not entirely sure.

Maybe we should stake out the sixth floor.

I think that sounds like a fine plan.

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