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[Video]
[Have a shot of Solomon in his doctor's coat moving through the sterile and busy interior of the Hospital. He holds the device up and gives a reluctantly apologetic look to the screen.]

I know this curse, of course. It was more amusing when it was Haji...though I suppose the staff here is tired of hearing about that by now.

It really is a pity that Kincaid is gone, I really do need to hire someone to fill the roll he held. He could have taken my device from me... avoiding being on it is best and I offer that advice to anyone listening, but since I'm unable to pull myself away from work, there really is no other option.

Saya... perhaps we can spend some time together when I get home? It won't be until the early hours, I'm afraid. But I dislike not being able to get my share of time with you... I'd leave work entirely to be with you, but the money being what it is at the moment...

[Solomon stops, his face contorting with exasperation and his mouth presses into a tight line.]

Perhaps this wasn't a good idea... turnabout is fair play, Haji?

[Video: failed private]

[It may not look like anything out of the ordinary, but anyone who knows Dr. Solomon Goldsmith has never seen him quite like this. In fact, this may be the very first time that anyone has seen him out of his standard suit and tie ensemble.]

I think...

[Solomon reaches up to run a hand through the longer strands of his blond hair, an uncertain gesture. Turning in front of a full length mirror, he carefully scrutinizes the various aspects of this new 'look'. It takes him a few moments to pull his gaze away to glance back at the network device sitting on the table.]



... yes, long overdue.

Saya, Haji... I've taken the liberty to remove all of our clothing and update our wardrobes for the upcoming Fall season. I do hope that you like it~.

[ooc: Every article of clothing except Marishka's in the penthouse has been removed and replaced by styles similar to what's shown here. FALL CLEANING FTW!]

[Video/Action]

[One moment Solomon Goldsmith is out enjoying the view of the city's lights below from his balcony, and in the next moment his environment abruptly shifts into a bright interior room. His face shows some sign of annoyance at this, but not the typical shock or hysteria that is often evidenced by others in the City. After all, Solomon has been going through such inconveniences like this for longer than most.

Instead, he looks down at the splattered mess of his deep red beverage staining the light carpeting and gives a slight tug on the handcuff now encircling his wrist. With narrowed eyes, he looks askance at the cello bow being held by the other man's captive hand.]

...Haji. Of course.

Saya~! Shall we go to a casino tonight? Perhaps we can take in a show afterwards...

I've taken the liberty to buy you a new dress~ for the occasion. I do hope that you like it.

Saya... Marishka...

I suppose it's too much to hope for, but welcome. It seems that I have some time on my hands, so if you wish to talk...

[Video]
[Solomon's video device turns on to show him lying on his side on the floor of his penthouse apartment. Gone is his normal neat appearance, for today it looks like the 'good' doctor could barely manage to dress himself. His shirt is untucked and mostly open with only one button precariously fastened (although he completely missed putting it in the right hole) and his feet are bare. Hey, at least he did manage to put his pants on.

He sighs languidly and flops over to sprawl on his back.]

... not coming in. I'll be here, whatever... et cetera......... et cetera........................ et.......... ceteraaaaa..........................


[ooc: Solomon has been struck with the curse Fatigue Day. ^^b]

[The Network device snaps on to show Solomon standing out on the balcony of his penthouse apartment. In front of him stands a marble tombstone, ornate with etchings of roses and twining ivy surrounding an inscription. The inscription reads:

Solomon Goldsmith

Here lies the body of dear Solomon,
Favored in bed, but merely a pawn.
Betrayed his kin with fevered desire.
Rejected by both, he then did expire.

The doctor's brow is furrowed, and he has a slight frown on his face.]

Rejected? ..................
 

 

[ooc: will tag after work! >.>']

[Accidental Video]

[At the City Lab, a comely young woman stares down at a very ill fitting business suit. The pants are far too tight in the hips and the shirt buttons strain to stay closed at breast level. The jacket sleeves hang over her delicate wrists, and her feet are hidden by the hem of her pants.]

Oh, dear. This again... well, at least I'm somewhat prepared this time.

[And she starts to undress, clearly unaware that she's being recorded.]