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: Private

[thebestnose.livejournal.com]

You did? About what

Re: Private

[19centconstable.livejournal.com]

Mummies. Murders. The Queen.

Would you like to read it?

Re: Private

[thebestnose.livejournal.com]

I would love to read it! Do you have a copy?

Re: Private

[19centconstable.livejournal.com]

I do. Just the one, though. Perhaps I should make others.

Re: Private

[thebestnose.livejournal.com]

Maybe. I would hate for you to lend out that one.

Re: Private

[19centconstable.livejournal.com]

I'll warm up my Oliver.

Re: Private

[thebestnose.livejournal.com]

Your what?

Re: Private

[19centconstable.livejournal.com]

My typewriter.

Re: Private

[thebestnose.livejournal.com]

Can I see it?

Re: Private

[19centconstable.livejournal.com]

My typewriter? Of course.

Re: Private

[thebestnose.livejournal.com]

[She also might be worried for you, George. THIS IS AN ELABORATE PLOY.]

I really am glad that you're back. Even if you were only gone for a week.

Re: Private

[19centconstable.livejournal.com]

Is this your way of saying I was missed?

Re: Private

[thebestnose.livejournal.com]

Of course you were.

Re: Private

[19centconstable.livejournal.com]

I'm extremely touched.

Private

[thebestnose.livejournal.com]

...why?

Re: Private

[19centconstable.livejournal.com]

It's just nice to know you mean something to someone, particularly when you think so highly of them.

Re: Private

[thebestnose.livejournal.com]

Oh. Thank you, George.

I'll come by and see that typewriter this afternoon, alright?

Re: Private

[19centconstable.livejournal.com]

That would be lovely.

Re: Private- spam/assume?

[thebestnose.livejournal.com]

I still do want to read your book, too.

Private- Whichever works for you!

[19centconstable.livejournal.com]

You're certainly welcome to, but it make take a day or so. Depending on how quickly you read.

Then SPAM it is

[thebestnose.livejournal.com]

[Jane knocked twice on his door that afternoon, more interested in seeing him than the typewriter. Though that did fascinate her, too.]

All the spam

[19centconstable.livejournal.com]

[George opens the door with a grin.]

Do come in. I have the tea on.

[Of course he does. He also has Sergeant Howie's motorcycle out. It appears he has been cleaning it.]

All the spam

[thebestnose.livejournal.com]

Oh good. [She slipped inside and tilted her head to the side at the sight of the motorcycle.] Have you always had that?

All the spam

[19centconstable.livejournal.com]

[George glances fondly at it.]

Er. No. But I have had it for some months now. You wanted to see my typewriter?

All the spam

[thebestnose.livejournal.com]

Yes. [She trailed a hand down the handles of the bike before turning towards him and walking over. A real typewriter!]

I haven't ever seen one close up before.