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19centconstable) wrote2011-11-05 05:53 pm
19centconstable) wrote2011-11-05 05:53 pm
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Case #29: Video
[It's an extreme close up of a Victorian constable! George has accidentally turned the camera on himself while picking up his communicator in an attempt to figure out what the strange device is. He looks a little older; a little stockier, because no one escapes the ravages of aging, and 1898 has been kind of a stressful year, what with all of the meth, and Draculas, and outwitting the American government. All of the brass on his uniform is also particularly shiny, and he's wearing a pair of white dress gloves and an expression of general confusion.
And then you can see it slowly dawn on him. And then there's a dizzying shot of the floor flying past as George hurries to make sure that...
Yes. The toilette remains.]
Oh my goodness I'm back.
[There's the sound of someone flopping back onto a bed, and a close up of a quilt. The quilt has the spotlight for a good few minutes, until George remembers the communicator is still running. Normal view!]
Could anybody tell me when it is here?
And then you can see it slowly dawn on him. And then there's a dizzying shot of the floor flying past as George hurries to make sure that...
Yes. The toilette remains.]
Oh my goodness I'm back.
[There's the sound of someone flopping back onto a bed, and a close up of a quilt. The quilt has the spotlight for a good few minutes, until George remembers the communicator is still running. Normal view!]
Could anybody tell me when it is here?
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The... intangible men and women without faces who became solid but still did not have faces, then.
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