01 // video forever
[The wall communicator flickers on by itself, as they do sometimes. It reveals someone new: a middle-aged, moustachioed man whose face is caked in stage makeup, and whose suit is torn and scorched in places.
He hasn't noticed the communicator; heck, it's up in the air whether he's even noticed his new surroundings, since he's apparently foregone investigation in favour of sitting on the low bed and letting his fingers dance across the keys of an imaginary piano. It's a thoughtful movement, as though he's composing as he goes along, working out timing and the progression of chords.
His slow, melodious voice is quietly audible, singing fragments of a showtune.]
Dadah-ah dah dah dah dah dadah dah - ev-en shoes that need shi-ning for-a doll-ar a dah... dah-dah dahh dum, no the crook is the one who does-n't bo-ther to look, dah-ah dah...
He hasn't noticed the communicator; heck, it's up in the air whether he's even noticed his new surroundings, since he's apparently foregone investigation in favour of sitting on the low bed and letting his fingers dance across the keys of an imaginary piano. It's a thoughtful movement, as though he's composing as he goes along, working out timing and the progression of chords.
His slow, melodious voice is quietly audible, singing fragments of a showtune.]
Dadah-ah dah dah dah dah dadah dah - ev-en shoes that need shi-ning for-a doll-ar a dah... dah-dah dahh dum, no the crook is the one who does-n't bo-ther to look, dah-ah dah...