Case #34: Video

[19centconstable]

[Queen Victoria sits primly in George's room.

No, she doesn't look amused.

But wait: how does Queen Victoria know how to operate a video communicator?

...

Bitch, please.]

And what is the purpose of our being here today?

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[raisedinabox]

I'm afraid we don't know at this point, Ma'am.

[Awkward pause, because you look a little bit like his grandma, and this worries him.]

Is there anything you need? Anything I could get to make you more comfortable while we figure this out?

[19centconstable.livejournal.com]

We have been told of a public house. We would require an escort to such a place.

Spam? Log? Assume? ADVENTURE.

[raisedinabox]

I'd be happy to escort you, Ma'am! Let me know where you are, and I'll come and meet you whenever you're ready to go!

Either spam or log this queen around town. But I am getting no notifs :(.

[19centconstable.livejournal.com]

We would appear to be in the fifth room of the fifth floor.

And what shall we call you, young man?

A man must spam a Queen! And fff, that's cool! Mine have been patchy, as well!

[raisedinabox]

I'll be there in a few moments.

I'm Private John Stakowski, Ma'am. Uh, but you don't need to say all of that, most people just call me John.

How should I address you, Ma'am?

[19centconstable.livejournal.com]

Her Majesty, Queen Victoria. Although "ma'am" will suffice.

[spam]

[She waits patiently, idly skimming through George's book. She looks slightly amused. The Duke of Kent is a sore loser.]