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8th Devotion: It's not what it looks like! Or: This is a curse?

[Accidental video]

[A book falls noisily to the floor. Solomon is seated on the couch of his apartment, the hand that had previously been holding his book empty. His eyes are wide, staring down at a scantily clad teen-aged girl wearing what appears to be a playboy bunny outfit. One who just happens to be curled up sleeping with her head nestled on his lap. He remains frozen, staring down in mute astonishment at the girl as the minutes pass by. Swallowing hard, his eyes move down her shapely form, brows furrowing as he realizes that his other arm is laying across her shoulders and down her front. He attempts to move his right hand from around her, but is only greeted with the horrifying realization that his wrist seems to be attached by handcuffs to the girl's left hand (which is still curled up under her body).]

..............................!?!

((ooc: Solomon has been struck down with another curse. This time, it's the dreaded handcuff curse. Joining him for today's torture is Mikuru Asahina.))

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[Adjusting, Mikuru yawned sleepily. It's so cold, she thought at the edge of her consciousness. Having modeled all day, by the time Mikuru made it into her room, she'd literally crashed before she could change. Deep in sleep now, she was barely aware of that fact now, other than that she felt uncomfortable. She moaned a little. She had to dress up again? But she didn't want to wear the costume in front of the entire school-! It was just too embarrassing...]

I...I don't want to wear the nurse one...

[She mumbled, almost incoherently. Shivering a little, she snuggled in closer to the warmth pressed against her,sighing contentedly.]

Sir Solomon?!

~~WHAT THE...!~~

~~HOW...?~~

~~This is...!~~

[Words failed him. Never in all of the hundred twenty years or so of his life had he ever been placed in such a situation.]

....

[He reaches up with his free hand drags his palm down his face in exasperation. There had to be SOME rational explanation. His mind races with the possibilities as he stares at the soft breathing of the girl curled up against him.]

"Nurse" one? Is this some sort of.. experiment? Some... distortion in reality... science... or medically related? Or... maybe ... teleportation gone awry... I'm beginning to think anything is possible here!

~~But... what's with the handcuffs??! And that... that... OUTFIT. Some kind of... joke??!~~

[It was not to be tolerated. Freeing his trapped hand at this point was not possible. So he reaches out with his other hand, and gently shakes the girl's bare shoulder.]

... Miss...? Miss... wake up.

Edited 2009-03-07 23:36 (UTC)

[Solomon's head jerks up to stare at the camera's light, having heard another voice coming from the speaker.]

Wha--? ~~I'M BEING RECORDED?!~~

Ah...uh...

....

One moment, please.

[Mikuru stirs slightly as she hears her voice being called. A gentle hand lightly shaking her she moves to push up slightly from her comfortable position. Was that...a males voice? Kyon...? But what...would he be doing in her room?]

Did I...sleep in?

[She asks disorientated. Pushing up a little...until she notices something restricting around her wrist. Moreover...there was something warm...across her chest. Eyes slowly opening, they raise to the person beneath her...and she stares.]

...

He--

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHhhhh! W-W-What do you want with me...!? Why am I here!? Who are you!?? K-KYON-KUN! SUZUMIYA-SAN!! AUUUUUUU~~~~~~~!!!

[He blinks in shock and finds himself in a sudden unexpected struggle to keep his balance as she flails about to disentangle herself from him. Her screaming for help shouldn't have surprised him considering the situation, but it was just so sudden...]

H-hey! What-- Miss, PLEASE calm down! I promise I wasn't doing anything! Stop struggling!

[And she's not listening as she continues to flail, completely in a panic]

But you were!? AHHHHHHHH!! OH---OH NO~~! Ohhhh~~! L-LET ME GO, PLEASE!

Edited 2009-03-08 03:40 (UTC)

N-no! I said I WASN'T!!! I DIDN'T!

[Her struggling was making things much worse, not to mention her shrieking was enough to cause the whole apartment building take notice. Solomon didn't like that kind of attention...]

Will you stop it!?

[In an effort to make her listen to him he grabs her by the arms, inadvertently yanking the handcuff around their wrists in the process.]

[The sudden rough treatment only frightened her more, and the sudden yank hurt as the link around her wrist dug into her skin.]

AH! Owww....N-NO-! J-Just let me go and I will! I-I Won't even tell that you kidnapped me!! PLEASE....

Ah! No, I mean...

[Grabbing her had been a mistake, having the opposite reaction he had been looking for... his hands open up releasing her immediately and he holds them up in a gesture of surrender. His voice softens, any frustration on his face disappearing instantly.]

Please, just listen to me. I have no idea how you got here... or what this...

[He jingles the handcuffs to illustrate his meaning.]

... is about. You're safe, please calm down.

Edited 2009-03-08 04:36 (UTC)

[She calms down...just slightly. She's obviously still very nervous.]

Y-You mean you didn't...then how, or....

[He gives her a gentle smile and lowers his hands slowly.]

No, I didn't. And I have no idea how this... situation has occurred.

[He pauses for a moment allowing the girl to digest this information.]

...

My name is Solomon Goldsmith. Can you tell me your name?

O-Of c-course. Um. I am intruding?

[His back stiffens, eyes darting between the girl beside him in her little bunny outfit, the handcuffs fastened to their wrists, and the insidious camera recording the whole event. Mouth twitching, he turns back to address the voice coming over the speaker.]

Ah, no, no... of course not...

[He steps forward casually, obscuring the camera's view of his scantily clad guest (except for the bunny ears which can be easily viewed from over his shoulder).]

What...

[He coughs slightly, and slips on a mask of casual innocence.]

what can I help you with, Romeo?

Shouldn't I be the person offering assistance?

Ah...

Well... I ...

[He lifts his free hand to rub his temple, clearly ill at ease.]

I seem to have found myself... in a bit of an awkward moment. PLEASE DON'T MENTION THIS TO SAYA! It's not what it appears to be!

[He freezes, opening his eyes wide in shock as a thought occurs to him.]

Saya!

[He lets out a groan, face a bit pained.]

No, not today...

I-I know it mustn't! This is a curse and they affect us in humiliating ways!

....

This... you mean...

You believe me??

Edited 2009-03-09 00:03 (UTC)

Ehh? Why wouldn't I? This is a curse, is it not?

I... had not been aware that these 'curses' could effect people in a non-biological way. It defies reason...

I never expected to find myself in such a... situation. It is rather.. incriminating.

Ah, Romeo... might I ask a favor of you?

M-Mikuru Asahina...

[She said after a moment, still uncertain of the situation. W-Why was it always her? It still didn't explain how they had both mysteriously found themselves chained together...this wasn't good at all. A-And...she was still in her bunny costume!? Had she been that tired when she went to bed? Thinking back, she realized that she'd meant to simply rest her eyes a couple minutes, before changing into her pajamas... of all the nights to suddenly crash...this definitely hadn't been it. Waking up...atop a strange man HAD to somehow be against regulation!]

Then...t-this is...a curse...? And not a kidnapping...?

~~Good. She's stopped screaming. That's something at least.~~

[He sighed inwardly, wishing she'd stop using that word. Kidnapping. It was all so very... rude. Not that he hadn't been involved in all sorts of questionable conduct. But since Saya came to the forefront of his life, he had put all of that aside, even to the point of leaving the company that he had built up from scratch.]

Well, Miss Asahina... I'm afraid I can't answer as to if this is a 'curse' or not. But this is definately not a kidnapping. You simply... appeared as I was sitting here reading.

[To emphasize his point, he gestured vaguely in the direction of his fallen book.]

You... are from this... City?

The curses affect everything! From our past, or locations and our feelings!

What can I do for you?

I was... I had intended to profess my feelings to Saya today...

[He shifts uncomfortably, eyes darting back to the girl beside him, before turning his attention back to the screen.]

You can see the problem. I can't rely on this computer to revert to simple text or voice...

[His voice drifts off, sounding a bit pained.]

Would you mind... sending her my apologies. That an... emergency came up unexpectedly. But please... I'd rather she not know anything about this.

[From the city...? Mikuru didn't think anyone who was here was originally from this place. At least she hadn't met anyone who had been born here.]

You mean from the city...? Have you met natives to this time plane and place...? I haven't met anyone like that...

If I could find her, I will. She and her friend had just moved from the Opera Abandoned.

Ah, I'm new here.

[He pauses, the smile on his face, not quite matching an unease in his eyes.}

Miss Asahina... may I ask you a question...?

They did?

Oh. I see. She hadn't mentioned that...

Do you happen to know where they have moved to?

No, she hasn't informed me. Why don't you ask her?

...

I will have to do so, when I am able to...

Yes...?

Ah... how do I say this?

[He pauses, unsure of how to approach the topic while still remaining polite.]

Your clothing...

[He gestures feebly at her little outfit.]

...aren't you a little young to be a hostess?

Edited 2009-03-11 01:02 (UTC)

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