9th Devotion: Personal day (Embarrassment does not come easily, but he'll make an exception now.)

[favoritetraitor]

[Accidental video]

[Solomon sits close to the monitor, apparent displeasure on his face as he tries to change the settings on the computer. He doesn't appear to be wearing anything on his upper body, the only part of him that is in view. He mutters darkly under his breath.]

Damn this infernal device! It's like it has a mind of it's own!

[He gives up trying to switch it to audio or text only, and resigned to his fate, addresses the camera.]

Miss Sahl... if you are receiving this. (May I simply call you Lilith? I feel that our association at the hospital has passed the point of such formalities.) Ah, anyway... I am needing to take a personal day and will be unable to make it in for my shift today. My apologies for any inconvenience that this will cause, but it would be for the best if I didn't show up under these circumstances.

And to my dear friend Dr. Disraeli, I'm afraid that for the very same reasons, I will be late tonight. Please expect me after midnight...


[ooc: The rather embarrassing Black Bars Prevent Mental Scars curse has taken hold. Cover your eyes! Or stare, he is QUITE lovely to look at...]

Comments

[favoritetraitor.livejournal.com]

Perhaps so! And who is this?

[misterblackbird.livejournal.com]

My name is Cain Hargreaves. That boy you were talking to, Jezebel, and I are looking for an angel named Alexiel.

[favoritetraitor.livejournal.com]

It's a pleasure to meet you Cain. My name is Solomon Goldsmith.

Have you been in the City long?

[misterblackbird.livejournal.com]

Mr Goldsmith. It's very good to meet you too.

I've visited this city before with my father, more than once. But I think we only arrived here last night. So, no, I haven't been here long at all.

Have you lived here long?

[favoritetraitor.livejournal.com]

Just over a week. But I seem to be... adapting. It takes a little getting used to sometimes... adjusting to a place such as this.

[misterblackbird.livejournal.com]

Everyone keeps saying that this place is very strange. I was speaking with someone earlier who said that he was stuck to his brother yesterday, and they blamed that on this city. I think it sounds like he might have been a little mad.

[favoritetraitor.livejournal.com]

[He laughs pleasantly.]

Yes, I quite understand. I have thought that myself about some of the things I've heard people claim here.

Madness, mass hysteria, some hallucinogenic agent administered to people... so many possibilities it could have been. Or might be to explain what they are calling 'curses'.

I'm afraid that I have yet to figure things out.

[misterblackbird.livejournal.com]

Perhaps that's why my father is here. He may be an earl, but he's a doctor as well. Maybe he's trying to find out what's happening here.

[favoritetraitor.livejournal.com]

Really?

That is something I am quite interested in finding out myself. What is your father's name? Perhaps I'll contact him.

[misterblackbird.livejournal.com]

His name is Lord Alexis Hargreaves. But I'd appreciate it if you didn't say that I told you to contact him. He doesn't like it when I speak with strangers.

[favoritetraitor.livejournal.com]

Of course.

I'm a doctor myself, so it will be easily explained if I had heard of him through other ways.

[misterblackbird.livejournal.com]

Oh, are you?

All right--thank you. I appreciate that.

[favoritetraitor.livejournal.com]

Yes, as well as research and studies into medicines.

Does he work at the hospital? Or privately?

[misterblackbird.livejournal.com]

Oh, I see.

Privately, I think, though he's been...involved with hospitals before. He owned one for a while.

[favoritetraitor.livejournal.com]

Indeed? I look forward to meeting him.

[misterblackbird.livejournal.com]

I hope you'll get along well.