Case #29: Video

[19centconstable]

[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?

Comments

Re: [Audio] I just don't think it would fit him. Physically.

[19centconstable.livejournal.com]

I feel that I do right by myself. And doing for others can be very exciting. I'm a bit of an adventure seeker, you see. That's why I became a police officer.

But I'm sorry: I haven't caught your name, miss?

[Audio] Thanks for eating my notifs, LJ. Sorry for late!

[bestlieutenant.livejournal.com]

[Oh, dear Merlin. A police officer. At least he's not one of the wizard cops! That explains all the idealism.]

Madame. Bellatrix Lestrange. All of this is just an adventure to you?

[Audio] No worries!

[19centconstable.livejournal.com]

Certainly not just. But I would say that it is one.

Terribly sorry, ma'am. Constable George Crabtree. Pleasure.