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

[una_persson]

Welcome back. It's early November, actually.

Are you all right?

[19centconstable.livejournal.com]

I suppose. A bit out of sorts. I'm afraid I've been gone for six months.

[una_persson]

...It's been a week, perhaps, here? Certainly no more than a fortnight, though this last week has felt infinitely longer, so I may be misremembering.

[19centconstable.livejournal.com]

I'd never have stayed away so long, I just had no recollection of having been here.

[una_persson]

That seems to happen sometimes, when people go away. Probably just as well.

It's a good thing you've got your memories back now, though. Some aren't so lucky.

[19centconstable.livejournal.com]

I'll certainly be thankful for that, then.

How have things been here?

[una_persson]

...Not good. I suppose you missed the revelation of the Admiral's usurper?

[19centconstable.livejournal.com]

No, actually. I departed almost immediately after the Admiral was reinstated.

I do hope he's alright.

[una_persson]

Ah, so you were here for all that. Sorry. The last week has really been quite a muddle; I blame the painkillers.

I hope so too. Things seem to be running normally again, at any rate. Perhaps we can hope for a relatively quiet month.

[19centconstable.livejournal.com]

I was but I was injured as well. Are you still?

Perhaps we can go back to Paris?

[una_persson]

I expect I'll be in this stupid sling for another two weeks at least. I'm just glad it wasn't worse.

Paris would be lovely, but I'll take anywhere quiet and pleasant at this point.

[19centconstable.livejournal.com]

Did you also attempt to open the CES with your shoulder?

[una_persson]

Fell into a ditch whilst running from something that was trying to kill me, devour me, or violate me, possibly even in that order.

[19centconstable.livejournal.com]

...I believe the devouring would have to come last. Because.

[una_persson]

Ideally, yes, at least for one's own comfort. Best not dwelt upon. Most importantly, it's over.

[19centconstable.livejournal.com]

And thank goodness for that.

But if you do need a, well, hand with anything while you heal, do let me know?

[una_persson]

I shall. Thank you, George.

[19centconstable.livejournal.com]

...Your dog: he made it through everything unharmed, didn't he?

[una_persson]

[From somewhere off camera is a little bark.]

He's fine. I think he spent most of the worst hiding under my bed.

[19centconstable.livejournal.com]

[George sighs deeply.]

Good boy, Dios.