[For the first time on a fourth wall day, Chris is actually openly smiling at the camera when he turns it on.]

Hullo, you lot. I'm DC Chris Skelton of City Police, though I reckon today some of you'd know that, yeah? Jus' try an' be careful an' orderly an' that and think of today and maybe tomorrow like you're on your hols. Think that's about it, ( Read more... )

[It's Chris! He's sitting in his flat, looking thoughtful.]

So, m'not sure, really, what all this's about. I mean, I din't even know it were the City when I showed up 'ere. Thought I'd cracked, cos it didn't even look like the City, though I s'pose rememberin' the City at all should've tipped me off... An' I mean, zombies are one thing, but 'avin' ( Read more... )

[There are two Chrises. They are at a pub for lunch and have pretty much identical expressions of amiable confusion on. As well as each having a pint. One of them is in the middle of taking a drink, so the other one speaks.]

So I woke up with a clone, me, and--

[The other Chris hurries to speak as well and swallows funny and starts coughing, so first ( Read more... )

[Chris, a man with very few mechanisms for coping with pain, has been pumped full of painkillers by the one doctor who bothered coming over to the police station. Which means he's more useless than usual, and high on painkillers, and has been so for a few days. He's been trying to check filing, and the easiest stuff he can be set on, but mostly he' ( Read more... )

[Chris has been sitting at home today, on the sofa, thanks to constant stabbing chest pains. Really...really quite awful, overwhelmingly distracting chest pains. Even being in a state of consta-drunk is doing little to help. And so this video is the result of sitting in front of the television for a lot of the day. You get a good section of this ( Read more... )

Um...Jareth's tryin' to escape. Can everyone make sure 'e don't? I mean...it's a lot of floors for 'im t' get through but...all the same...I don't want 'im goin' the same way all these other animals are goin'. Wherever that is. Ta.

[ooc: Jareth! The Police Dog that is sort of technically Chris' but generally just...wanders about the Station, ( Read more... )

[Oh, look. It's Chrissie again. Little bit more confident than the previous time, looking very slightly irritated and alternately smoking and gesturing with her cigarette.]

Brilliant, really, s'one of these weekends again. Din't we just 'ave one? Cos most of me wardrobe's gone again, the same bit, and I'm tired of it. So I reckon the only way to ( Read more... )

[Video starts up on Kazuo, who might be showing just a little bit more emotion than usual, but it's going through the usual motions as opposed to anything real. He's frowning slightly, a hint of confusion on his features.]

I reckon I'm someone new today. S'different, I s'pose. I'm some sort of Jap, maybe. Din't know where I was when I woke up but I ( Read more... )

[The video is brief: Chris is concentrating VERY HARD on driving a waggon. It is close-up, so all you see is his concentration. And....it is hard. Stupid oxen. How do you even steer 6 oxen?]

[ooc: Chris is on the trail. His waggon party consists of Hanna, Nathan (who claimed shotgun, even if you can't see him in the video (does this mean he is ( Read more... )

[Chris is trying to push through a crowd of people.]

Days like this just get in the way of investigations. I mean, there're some good sides to them, I s'pose but mostly...I dunno. Loads of new criminals, folk gettin' in the way. [He smiles as something occurs to him.] They really ain't that bad, though. [And then....something else, that makes him ( Read more... )