eighty-seven : when you look with your eyes everything seems nice

[victimofnoone]

[The video clicks on and Hayley's sitting in her new room, most likely unfamiliar to everyone except Loki and Capa. She sits directly in front of the camera in this ensemble, twisting a little to try to admire the side before realizing it's hopeless.Saying that this was the worst idea ever would technically be an overstatement? But I have to wonder

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[helpmejeeves]

I say, it's a bit old-fashioned. [And then he remembers that it's a serious mistake to criticize a lady's chosen apparel.] But it's quite fetching on you.

Bertie's a celebrity to me. You tag and I'm like OMG IT'S BERTIE WHAT DO I DO. :DDD

[victimofnoone]

Uh, thanks... That's kind of the point, though-- it being old-fashioned. I told George I'd wear clothes from his time for a few days if he'd wear something modern.

*blushes*

[helpmejeeves]

George in something modern? Yes, well, I suppose his bobby uniform is a few decades out of date, but they haven't changed all that much anyway. I don't think I'd have even noticed, if I hadn't had quite so many encounters with police constables...all misunderstandings, of course.

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[victimofnoone]

I really just wanted to see him walking around with uncombed hair.

What kind of misunderstandings?

[helpmejeeves]

It sounds dashed dishevelled to me...if dishevelled is the word I want. A good night out at the pub could have arranged that, unless he's one of those unnatural chaps who never has a button out of line or a hair out of place no matter how filled to the back teeth he gets.

Oh...the usual sort any fellow might inadvertently fall into when the soup gets particularly soupy. Accusations of stealing cow creamers or cursed African totems, mistaken identities, accidentally forgetting to unstrap the strap before yanking off the helmet...

[victimofnoone]

I think he's pretty unnatural about that.

Whose strap were you unstrapping and whose identity were you being mistaken for?

[helpmejeeves]

It was the policeman's strap. On his helmet. Only I didn't unstrap it before I tried to snatch it. It's supposed to be strap then snatch, only I tried snatch then strap. I tried to take the helmet but because of my error, the whole policeman came with it. I might have been a bit wozzled at the time.

You know, the identities all start to blur together after a while. It might have been Alpine Joe, a fictitious law-breaker. Or Old Boggy, who walks the streets of Chufnell Regis on solstice night...or was it St. Swithun's Eve? Something or another like that.

[victimofnoone]

I can see how that would lead to a misunderstanding or two.