Dual Post 001 ☆ Accidental Video
[The scene opens with someone's pocket. Yes, this is obviously an accidental post. And judging from the sound of spurs going down a flight of metal stairs, it is pretty obvious as to whom this NV belongs, also. A beep is heard, most likely coming from the NV to tell him the battery is low. Pulling out his NV, Jake wipes off the camera (so you can get a lovely view of his fingerprint for a while), as he gives off a little grumble.]
Damn thing, makin' me 'bout want to chuck you out a window.
[With a sigh he puts his hand down, not knowing his NV is on, so anyone watching gets a lovely upside-down view of his left knee, followed by the door to the laundry room as it opens.]
Ema? Y'in here?
[Inside the laundry room is one very surprised looking girl. She looks up as her name is called, revealing pink-tinted glasses on her eyes, and a spray bottle mysteriously labeled "LUMINOL" in her hand. She opens her mouth to speak, sounding rather distressed.]
Mister Marshall! There was a terrible murder in here!
[She clutches onto her pink purse strap, panic evident on her face. The man holding the NV moves closer, subconsciously twirling it around, making the camera spin from the decrepit and dusty washer and dryer to his knee, to the washer and dryer again. But once he reaches Ema, he stops, the camera now facing the dryer. He reaches over and places the NV down, so thankfully there will be no more camera screw-ups. If the Texas drawl didn't give it away, the detective cowboy named Jake Marshall is now standing in clear view of the camera with Ema.]
What's got y'all shakin' in yer boots, bambina?
I'm telling you, there was a murder! [She quickly fiddles with the clasp on her purse, pulling out an extra pair of pink-tinted glasses and shoving them at the detective.] Look through these!
[Jake shies away from the glasses, putting his hands up to defend himself from their terrible pink-tinted evil.] Just how many of them do you have, anyway?
Five, but that's not important right now, just put these on! [She shoves them at him once more, giving him desperate puppy eyes. After a moment or two, Jake gives a sigh, not able to resist her. He plucks the pair from Ema's hand, putting them on slowly. He looks absolutely ridiculous.]
What am I s'posed to be lookin' at he- holy Toledo. It's shinin' brighter than a Christmas tree!
See! I told you there was a murder! [It is obvious they are seeing something that the rest of the audience is not.]
But why's this whole dang room glowin' blue?
Everywhere that's glowing blue, it means the luminol is reacting to blood! [Now she's frantically pointing everywhere, on what seems to be a large section of the floor.] It's all over the copper pipes too! [And her finger travels up to the pipes, all the way up to the ceiling. She wobbles a bit, holding onto her purse strap again.] I don't feel very good...
[Jake, however, seems more interested in something closer to the NV. He leans over toward it a bit, motioning to something off screen.] So why's this bleach bottle all lit up, too?
[Ema thinks for a moment, then lets out a gasp.] Maybe the bleach bottle was the murder weapon!
[Jake raises an eyebrow, reaching over, to turn the off-screen bleach bottle 180 degrees.] The whole bleach bottle's covered, bambina. I ain't so sure 'bout that.
Maybe it was one of the pipes!
Naw, can't be, th' pipes are still attached to the wall. [He lifts up his glasses a bit so that he can see without the pink tint, and moves over to the wall for a second to check the screws.] They ain't been messed with. [Then he pulls the glasses back on, walking back into camera view as he stairs up at the ceiling.] How the hell did you get the luminol all the way up there...?
[This causes Ema to grin, grasping the side of her glasses.] I've practiced!... A lot! [This causes Jake to pull off the set of glasses, and groan a little as his pinches his nose. Sigh. Silly teenager. Luminol is for adults.] But if the bleach bottle isn't the murder weapon, and the pipes aren't the murder weapon, then what is? [A pause.] And where did the body go?
[With a sigh, "Uncle Jake" puts a hand on her shoulder.] Listen here, Ema, we ain't got any evidence there was a murder. Just a regular old laundry room that turns blue with a fancy pair of glasses. We ain't got a victim, we ain't got a suspect - we ain't even got a murder weapon. And I'm pretty dang sure that there'd be blood all over the ceiling if the blood splattered that high, 'stead of just on these here pipes. And even then, there'd be some red coloration to the ceiling. But it's as white as can be.
But... but... [She appears crushed but strangely relieved. And less sick to her stomach. She then digs around in her purse for a crumpled piece of paper, and begins reading it.] "Thank you for purchasing luminol from us. To use our product..." [And then she starts mumbling too quietly for the NV's microphone to pick up.] "Please note: luminol reacts with iron (which includes hemoglobin in blood), copper and copper alloys, and certain types of bleaches"... ohh.
[Jake places his hand over his mouth, trying not to laugh and certainly failing miserably at it.]
(( ooc: Jake is in red, Ema in blue. Replies will come from both! Housemates welcome for action. ))
Damn thing, makin' me 'bout want to chuck you out a window.
[With a sigh he puts his hand down, not knowing his NV is on, so anyone watching gets a lovely upside-down view of his left knee, followed by the door to the laundry room as it opens.]
Ema? Y'in here?
[Inside the laundry room is one very surprised looking girl. She looks up as her name is called, revealing pink-tinted glasses on her eyes, and a spray bottle mysteriously labeled "LUMINOL" in her hand. She opens her mouth to speak, sounding rather distressed.]
Mister Marshall! There was a terrible murder in here!
[She clutches onto her pink purse strap, panic evident on her face. The man holding the NV moves closer, subconsciously twirling it around, making the camera spin from the decrepit and dusty washer and dryer to his knee, to the washer and dryer again. But once he reaches Ema, he stops, the camera now facing the dryer. He reaches over and places the NV down, so thankfully there will be no more camera screw-ups. If the Texas drawl didn't give it away, the detective cowboy named Jake Marshall is now standing in clear view of the camera with Ema.]
What's got y'all shakin' in yer boots, bambina?
I'm telling you, there was a murder! [She quickly fiddles with the clasp on her purse, pulling out an extra pair of pink-tinted glasses and shoving them at the detective.] Look through these!
[Jake shies away from the glasses, putting his hands up to defend himself from their terrible pink-tinted evil.] Just how many of them do you have, anyway?
Five, but that's not important right now, just put these on! [She shoves them at him once more, giving him desperate puppy eyes. After a moment or two, Jake gives a sigh, not able to resist her. He plucks the pair from Ema's hand, putting them on slowly. He looks absolutely ridiculous.]
What am I s'posed to be lookin' at he- holy Toledo. It's shinin' brighter than a Christmas tree!
See! I told you there was a murder! [It is obvious they are seeing something that the rest of the audience is not.]
But why's this whole dang room glowin' blue?
Everywhere that's glowing blue, it means the luminol is reacting to blood! [Now she's frantically pointing everywhere, on what seems to be a large section of the floor.] It's all over the copper pipes too! [And her finger travels up to the pipes, all the way up to the ceiling. She wobbles a bit, holding onto her purse strap again.] I don't feel very good...
[Jake, however, seems more interested in something closer to the NV. He leans over toward it a bit, motioning to something off screen.] So why's this bleach bottle all lit up, too?
[Ema thinks for a moment, then lets out a gasp.] Maybe the bleach bottle was the murder weapon!
[Jake raises an eyebrow, reaching over, to turn the off-screen bleach bottle 180 degrees.] The whole bleach bottle's covered, bambina. I ain't so sure 'bout that.
Maybe it was one of the pipes!
Naw, can't be, th' pipes are still attached to the wall. [He lifts up his glasses a bit so that he can see without the pink tint, and moves over to the wall for a second to check the screws.] They ain't been messed with. [Then he pulls the glasses back on, walking back into camera view as he stairs up at the ceiling.] How the hell did you get the luminol all the way up there...?
[This causes Ema to grin, grasping the side of her glasses.] I've practiced!... A lot! [This causes Jake to pull off the set of glasses, and groan a little as his pinches his nose. Sigh. Silly teenager. Luminol is for adults.] But if the bleach bottle isn't the murder weapon, and the pipes aren't the murder weapon, then what is? [A pause.] And where did the body go?
[With a sigh, "Uncle Jake" puts a hand on her shoulder.] Listen here, Ema, we ain't got any evidence there was a murder. Just a regular old laundry room that turns blue with a fancy pair of glasses. We ain't got a victim, we ain't got a suspect - we ain't even got a murder weapon. And I'm pretty dang sure that there'd be blood all over the ceiling if the blood splattered that high, 'stead of just on these here pipes. And even then, there'd be some red coloration to the ceiling. But it's as white as can be.
But... but... [She appears crushed but strangely relieved. And less sick to her stomach. She then digs around in her purse for a crumpled piece of paper, and begins reading it.] "Thank you for purchasing luminol from us. To use our product..." [And then she starts mumbling too quietly for the NV's microphone to pick up.] "Please note: luminol reacts with iron (which includes hemoglobin in blood), copper and copper alloys, and certain types of bleaches"... ohh.
[Jake places his hand over his mouth, trying not to laugh and certainly failing miserably at it.]
(( ooc: Jake is in red, Ema in blue. Replies will come from both! Housemates welcome for action. ))