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[Filtered away from Marishka/ Open to all others]
Oh, I just can't decide...

You see, I intend on surprising a lovely young lady with a gown for the Masquerade Ball that's being held on Valentine's Day. I've narrowed it down to two potential dresses, but I just can't decide which one I prefer. Attached to the images of the gowns, I've included the masque I intend to present her with as well... but which gown is better?

If anyone could give me your opinion, I'd be eternally grateful.

[Private to Marishka]
My dear, I have something I'd like to speak with you about if you have a moment~.

Current Mood: contemplative

[Accidental Video]
[Solomon stumbles backwards to press his back against the wall of a nearby building, his usual calm splintering as he takes in his surroundings. His eyes dart around in a bewildered panic and his hands instinctively reach for something that should be at his side but isn't. The chevalier's voice is hushed, his breathing coming quick as he utters a flurry of words not meant to be heard by anyone in particular.]

No no no no no! Where is it? What happened?!

[ooc: Solomon's memories have faded to the point where he isn't remembering the City or even any of his life as a Chevalier (Chiropteran), which brings him back to when he was last human... Lovely World War 1. The Great War. The War to End All Wars~. ^^ *Down Memory Lane event + grab bag 'Y am I the Last Man Standing?' for the win! \o/]

Current Mood: a bit freaked

[Video]
[Solomon's brow is furrowed, and he idly taps a pen repeatedly on the paperwork on his desk as he speaks to the camera.]

Strangest thing... I should know this, I'm certain of it... I was wondering if anyone might be able to tell me. There was a girl. Pretty, dark short hair, large brown eyes...

[He pauses, looking embarrassed.]

For the life of me, I can't seem to recall her name...

Current Mood: confused

I'd like to wish everyone in the City a very Merry Christmas.

And to the employees of the ARTEMIS Organization, I'd like to thank each and every one of you for your dedication and hard work under less than ideal situations. This being said, we're pleased to include a Christmas bonus in your paychecks this year based on time with the company.

Our Organization is currently hiring. So if anyone is in need of a job, we'll be more than happy to consider your qualifications. The ARTEMIS Organization is looking for all types, but are particularly interested in anyone with a background to research and investigation. We do not discriminate against any individual or devotion, and are flexible when it comes to scheduling due to the nature of the City and the curses we all find ourselves faced with. Thank you for your time.

[ooc: backdated to earlier in the day. RL airports/flying/and holiday stuff prevented an earlier post. Hope everyone had a good day today too~]

Current Mood: cheerful

[Video]
[Solomon sits in his office, one hand lightly touching the surface of what appears to be an ordinary snow globe as his other pulls away from his network device.]

A gift for me? How remarkable... lovely, too.

Might I ask who my benefactor is? I'd like the opportunity to thank you in person.

Current Mood: thoughtful
Current Location: work

So many visitors in the City once again... I wonder if there are any among you that I know...

In any case, in order to prevent the chaos of last time, I've set aside some time out of my schedule for questions or conversation (if anyone is interested). And no, I'm afraid I can't have any guests at my penthouse suite or in my company's labs. I do have others to consider.

I seem to have been a bit distracted as of late. Can anyone tell me what I've missed?

[Private to Marishka]
Forgive me for being absent, I have a particular case that's needed my attention. But... tonight I'm all yours if you wish.

[Artemis Filter: Xemnas, Dr. Jezebel Disraeli, ~~Harold Saxon/The Master~~ // Unhackable]

Any update on your studies of our prized patient, Gentlemen? As a side note, Mr. Saxon seems to have left the City so we'll have to continue without his expertise.

[Private to Marishka/Viewable by Aion and Luke Valentine]
I'm concerned about the recent activity in the city... if you must go out for any reason, would it be alright if I acquired an escort for you? Just until things calm down a little...

[Private to Sorrow]
I've scheduled you in for another series of tests tomorrow, assuming that is, that you're not afflicted with one of the City's curses... Will you be able to make it?

[ARTEMIS FILTER//Unhackable]
Until the current conflict passes, I'm increasing security measures at our various laboratories. Please be aware that if you wish to work after 5pm, that you'll need to get clearance to access ARTEMIS' work areas.

[Private to Xemnas, the Master/Harold Saxon, and Dr. Jezebel Disraeli]
I have a patient that requires special attention. I was hoping to be able to speak with each of you to see if you'd be interested in contributing on this project. The patient's name is 'Sorrow', white male, age: 53, and he's been inflicted with a particularly virulent strain of vampirism which he's hoping that we can reverse.

Please let me know if you're interested, and I can fill you in on the details of this case.

Current Mood: contemplative

[Video]

[Solomon steps back so the recording device can clearly show him standing there holding a violin and bow delicately in one hand. His brow is creased, and a slight frown of discontent and frustration graces his features.]

Is there a skilled luthier in the city? There seems to be something wrong with my violin... allow me to demonstrate the problem.

[He lifts the instrument and places it under his chin; his fingers wrapping around the fingerboard to press the strings down and begins to draw the bow across the strings. But the melodious sound that one might expect to hear doesn't occur. Instead, the notes that he plays are grating, the song (if one could even call it that) discordant and it's tone as if a cat is being tortured.

The doctor frowns again, and with an apologetic look withdraws the violin to rest by his side once again.]

See? That's the problem. Clearly it needs to be repaired, the sound is completely off. Nathan would be horrified...

[ooc: I'm a Professional Curse: Professional Musician/Violinist. Sadly, Solomon doesn't know a thing about actually playing one....]

Current Mood: Perplexed

[Accidental Video]
[Solomon leans on the rail of the balcony of his penthouse suite, staring out at the sky beyond. His clothes are rumpled, hair a bit disheveled as if he hasn't been sleeping well... that is, if he was still capable of it. He sighs softly, muttering wistfully under his breath.]

If only she could see it...

Current Mood: melancholy

[Accidental Video]

[The video feed cuts in abruptly as Solomon's network device strikes a smoothly polished floor, and lands to display the interior of a long filigreed hall receding into the background. With a moments hesitation, the doctor steps into view, clothing swathed in a deep red as blood drips from his fingertips to the ground.

But the Chevalier doesn't pay it any mind.

Instead, all of his focus is solely on an ornate stone frame hung upon the wall. He stops, not saying a word. But with eyes fixed at the portrait displayed within, his shoulders sink as if the world itself pressed down on them.]

Current Mood: crushed

[Back-timed to mid-morning]

ARTEMIS is interested in acquiring a few of today's specimens for study. To this end, we are willing to pay for anyone interested in capturing a living dinosaur, and delivering it to the City Lab in relatively decent condition. If anyone is interested, please contact me for further instructions. And please, considering the dangerous nature of these creatures, only skilled persons need be in touch.

Also, we do have a time limit set so as to allow us the maximum amount of time to study before these animals are expected to vanish, so please contact me before nightfall.

[ARTEMIS FILTER]
I'll be needing a handful of employees to put in some extra time today in order to help out in the organization and cataloging of our findings. Of course, any volunteers will be duly compensated. Is anyone interested?

[ooc: ARTEMIS, for those who are not aware, = one of the City's Research Organizations. Will backpost/backdate if necessary to allow for the time constraints of this particular request~ ^^]

Current Mood: excited

Visitors once again? Well welcome, and I hope you enjoy your stay with us. But I'd like to ask that for your own safety that you refrain from openly 'exploring' the City Lab, or more specifically the portion that is clearly marked as restricted.

However, if it really does interest any of you, I'm willing to set up a private tours of small groups.

Current Mood: thoughtful

Pros to being in the City
1) Being with Saya
2) Starting over
3) No Hagi to compete with
4) So many interesting, novel occurrences
5) Interesting friends
6) No death (see #1)
7) No more in-fighting
8) Running a business where the impossible is common

Cons to being in the City

1) Results from my Organization invariably falling through
2) Curses which affect one's actions and reasoning
3) Natural abilities being hampered randomly
4) Inability to travel and see the world
5) Constant threat of losing Saya
6) Dismal possibilities for any real future
7) Not knowing what happened
8) Broadcasting things I'd rather not

Is anyone able to think of anything I left off?

Current Mood: contemplative

[Video]

".... simply remarkable. Anywhere else but here, and I would have pronounced you dead on arrival. Injuries like that... it's just not possible." The doctor shakes his head in amazement and after jotting a few notes on the clipboard at the foot of his patient's hospital bed, he turns and leaves.

The heart monitor beeps steadily in the background of the dimly lit room, competing with the sound of the ventilator hooked up to help Solomon Goldsmith breathe. Above his head, a clock softly ticks away the minutes as the feed captures every sound of the ICU, and after a few moments a woman's voice announces the end of visiting hours.

As if in response, Solomon's body reacts, his hand twitching first... then his eyes flying open as he begins to choke on the tube going down his throat. The sound of the heart monitor races and his body thrashes as he reaches up in confusion to rip at the various tubes coming out of his body.

[ooc: naturally, text in blue is some misc. npc doctor at the City Hospital. Solomon was mortally wounded by one of the Golden Army's warriors managing to impale him on his hand weapon thing... aaaaand a few days later he's finding himself awake and feeling a LOT better (due to his secret Chiropteran natural healing) /story synopsis.]

Current Mood: healing

It appears that my organization was not spared from the vandalism of yesterday. I would like to ask my employees to please check your work areas for anything that's been disturbed or might be missing.

And to those member(s) of the Police who put put a stop to the intrusion, I'd like to say how grateful I am that you were there to make sure further damage wasn't done. Might I ask who it is in particular that I have to thank?

[ooc: Aftermath of the Gangs of the City Curse. If any of the City's Police would like to claim credit, please do~ ^^ <3]

[Video; filtered from Saya]

[The video snaps on to show the rather agitated pacing form of Solomon Goldsmith. The usual easygoing smile is gone from his face, and his fingers fidget with a small photograph held tightly in his hands.

He glances over at the small red light of his video device that indicates that it's recording and sighs before walking over and holding an image up to the camera.]

Does anyone happen to know this girl?

If so, I'd like to speak with you...

[He withdraws it from the camera, his barely composed expression dissolving to show a flicker of the stress that's plaguing him.]

~~Please...~~ It's important...

[His hand reaches up to switch the broadcast to audio.]

[Private to Keats]
Mr. Keats... I have a job for you.

[ooc: going out for a few hours this evening but will tag when I get back! Backtags always welcome~]

Current Mood: anxious

[Accidental Video]

[The video abruptly switches on as a dropped wine glass falls from Solomon's slackened grasp to shatter on the balcony floor. But the doctor hardly seems to notice; his attention completely enraptured by something off into the night.]

… Diva?

[Hesitantly, his eyes peer down over the banister at the city below, and with a sudden resolve, he climbs up to stand on it's narrow ledge.]

Yes... yes of course. I'm coming...

Current Mood: distracted
Current Location: Penthouse Suite #3, building 8 by the zoo

I seem to have... misplaced... well, everything in my apartment. A curse? Or is this something I'll be needing to report to the local authorities...?

Anyway, I'm missing some very important items and need to get them back immediately. If anyone has seen some folders with documents from ARTEMIS, or a medical bag with 'Dr. Goldsmith' listed on it that's full of supplies, please contact me... I'm also missing clothing, and a very nice cello with black case that resembles a coffin.

The furniture is replaceable...

I'll keep my network device on me while I search if anyone has any information. Thank you.

[ooc: If anyone would like to claim possession of Solomon's possessions, please feel free! He might even resort to a reward for some of the items~... Items up for grabs are:
1) Research material from the ARTEMIS organization, mainly documents containing detailed info on the species residing at some point and time in the City. (Keeping it unspecific so as not to step on any toes. A lot of it is doctor's mumbo jumbo anyway.)
~~2) Hagi's cello that he's been holding onto.~~
3) Some of Nathan's frilly shirts and music scores for operas that he's been holding onto...
4) Suits
~~5) a medical bag~~
6) Marishka's beautiful flowy gowns ~~and jewelry~~]

Current Mood: surprised

[video]
NON NON NON NON NON!!!!

[The sound of a sudden high pitched shriek fills the air, followed by the little pitter patting of tiny feet as a three year old Solomon races into the room.]

NO BROCCLY! NO!!!!!!!!!!!

[In a move of desperation, he races to the nearest fortress that can save him from the horrors, darting underneath the desk in his office to quickly hide from sight.]

BAD BROCCLY! DON'T WANT!!!!

Current Mood: cranky
Current Location: home

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