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

[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.