Case #1: Video

[19centconstable]

[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?

Comments

What is a private? George can barely turn his communicator on.

[19centconstable.livejournal.com]

Can you truly? I wonder if Mr. Meyers can as well...

She continues to set her replies to private in hopes that George figures it out.

[una_persson]

It's a talent that crops up in the oddest places.

Sadly, this may never come to pass.

[19centconstable.livejournal.com]

Can it be taught?

hey, if a 17th C. mercenary can do it...?

[una_persson]

Depends on who you ask. The easiest way to do it is to partner up with one of the several fellows on board who have their own machines for the purpose.

George still mixes up his right and his left sometimes.

[19centconstable.livejournal.com]

That does sound easiest. If I did have the ability to travel through time, I suspect I would know so by now.

oh dear.

[una_persson]

Where I come from, it's an ability that tends to make itself known in the most inconvenient and discomfiting ways possible, so yes, you probably would.

But he can identify bath oils by smell.

[19centconstable.livejournal.com]

[The look on George's face says he is picturing the most inconvenient and discomfiting way he can imagine...vividly. He opens his mouth...and then closes it again.]

I see.

Una's just glad Howie's got another policeman to be friends with.

[una_persson]

[She smiles wryly.]

Inconvenient and discomfiting is a way of life around here. AS I'm sure others have mentioned.

Girl-friends do each others fingernails; police friends take each other's fingermarks

[19centconstable.livejournal.com]

I don't know: she seems like a grand boat to me.

XD

[una_persson]

We'll revisit that statement after you've been through your first port and flood. Have you been briefed on what those are yet?

[19centconstable.livejournal.com]

Yes, I've been speaking to a Sergeant Howie.

[una_persson]

Ah, good. Howie's a good man and can be trusted, absolutely.

[19centconstable.livejournal.com]

That was my impression of the man as well.