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: All the spam

[thebestnose.livejournal.com]

May I try? [She was itching to use it. Something that was so...simple. And so useful.]

Re: All the spam

[19centconstable.livejournal.com]

Of course!

[George steps gallantly aside.]

If it sticks at all, just...become annoyed with it, that's what I always do.

Re: All the spam

[thebestnose.livejournal.com]

Becoming annoyed doesn't do anything. [She rolled herself but put herself in front of the typewriter, staring at the buttons. In true hunt-and-peck fashion, she managed to type out 'hello george' before she turned and grinned up at him. Alert the authorities, Jane was having fun.]

Re: All the spam

[19centconstable.livejournal.com]

Look at that: you've got right into the hang of it.