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I see that the city has some guests once again. And if any are currently seeing this, I would like to ask that you kindly refrain from taking 'souvenir's' from the lab, or my office. I don't know how you managed to get past the security measures last time, but it does prove to be a hindrance to very important work.

Thank you.

[Message to Saya/ Unencrypted]
Saya, Marishka's daughter is in town so I offered to let the girl stay with us. I hope that's alright?

[ooc: 4th wall day, open for comments! Please Encrypt any comments that would expose him for what he is.]

Current Location: home

No point in wasting any more time on this.

I quit.

... effective immediately.

My day off has given me time to go over where my life is heading, and I realized that I can't in good conscience continue in my various jobs when my heart just isn't in it anymore. This affects my position at the hospital, as well as the research and operation in the ARTEMIS Organization that I was responsible for... I'm sure it won't take any time to find people to fill my positions...

Is there a doctor out there that would consider taking on the patients I've been seeing at the hospital as well as privately? I can supply you with their charts and whatever information you need...

Sorry.

[ooc: Still suffering the effects of the Shugo Chara attack, Solomon has lost interest in trying to make something of his life in the City. BACKDATING FRIENDLY~]

Current Mood: listless
Current Location: home

[Accidental Video]

[The clock strikes midnight showing the tall figure of a man with arms braced on the edge of his office desk, body hunched over; the lengths of his blond hair hanging down in front of his face as he gasps.]

... what...?

[After a moment, he pushes himself upright and places a hand against his head, trying to regain a sense of his surroundings.]

Ah... a... curse...? I remember...

[His eyes widen and his head whips around to stare at the jumbled piles of paperwork that lay strewn around the room. All of his carefully organized work, every test result, every notated step, every decisive conclusion... ruined by finger paint, and crayon, and marker. Lost, all lost. The victim of an innocent human child.]

No... again?

[He pauses, his body deflating visibly and he lets out a frustrated sigh.]

Current Mood: frustrated
Current Location: Home office

[Accidental Video/Action for anyone in the apartment]

A four year old Solomon sits on the floor humming and halfway singing a traditional child's song. Scattered around his tiny body are what look like documents of some sort. Some with flow charts, others with what look like images of xray-s and other medical scans surrounded by notes and text. Clutched in his hand however, is a crayon and the camera clearly shows a myriad of markers and other kids art supplies well within grasp.

He apparently has been hard at work.

The little red light of the network device catches his attention, and eyes widening, he gathers together a handful of papers, crawls over to the light and pushes his 'art' at the screen.]

Ooooooooo!!!!!! Pretty red!!! Look! I made pretty too!~

[ooc: Solomon has in effect decimated his months of research, making it highly illegible underneath the art work. But look at how proud he seems! So much for his 'breakthrough' on the City Dead. *shrugs*]

Current Mood: accomplished
Current Location: home

[Filtered away from Saya]

Is there such a thing as redemption for the past? Can a person ever progress beyond what life has handed them? Or are they forever stained beyond any hope of forgiveness of their circumstances...

An idle thought, but one which I would be interested in hearing others opinions about...

( Private to Aya Fujimiya )

Current Mood: troubled
Current Location: home

[Video// Filtered from Saya, Hagi, and Diva]

[The Chevalier pulls his hand away from the network device as he leans back into a plush office chair and folds his hands in his lap. His face is carefully composed, but his mouth is pressed into a tight line expressing clearly showing the tension that he's feeling.]

Mr. Wyndam-Pryce, I believe. I would have a word with you concerning a most delicate matter. Please contact me before this 'situation' escalates further.

[ooc: BACKDATING Allowed!]

Current Mood: determined
Current Location: Work

My children... and just what have you been up to lately? Cain, Luke, my wayward sons. I think it's time you came home...

[Attempted filter to ARTEMIS]
Carl, Jezebel, Billy, Zexion, Xemnas, Clow, Lyle, Temperance, Lavi, Artemis, Basene, Kincaid... you are taking care of yourselves? With all the incidents occurring in the city lately, I have worried... they say to let your children make their own mistakes, but perhaps there's such a thing as having too much. Dear ones, forgive me for not being there when you've needed me. I shouldn't have spent all my time at the office... but I'd hoped to give you all a better life... have I failed? Is there still time to make amends...

[Solomon in full Mommy Dearest curse mode. And what else would he 'mother' other than his organization?]

Current Mood: worried

[Voice]

[Solomon mutters tiredly under his breath.]

I see... perhaps I should be making a daily check of the network before I even leave the apartment...

[His breath sounds a bit labored as he nears the microphone of the network device. Static sounds off as fingers inadvertently rub across the sensitive electronics before it settles into a clear transmission. He coughs, clearing his voice before speaking.]

I've just been attacked.

Please... be careful everyone. For safety sake... I'd suggest that everyone either carry some sort of sharp weapon, or if that's not feasible as in the case of the young ones... make sure there are others with you at ALL times until this thing is stopped.

I wasn't able to...

it was everywhere... determined...

I couldn't find any way to stop it...

[His voice lowers as his thoughts spill from his mouth in a whisper.]

This city... can it even be stopped? Can it even die?

Current Mood: sore

If anyone needs me, I'll be in the Emergency Room until late this evening focusing on any injuries from the unexpected earthquake today. I'd appreciate it if my family and friends would please check in with me to let me know that you're alright....

It seems this city the situations in this city have been more dire as of late, although I would hardly call the Major's failed experiment a success by any measure. I'm glad that there were not as many casualties as there could have and that he's been justly apprehended.

[Private to Saya]

Saya, please forgive my absence as of late. Work has been very demanding of me, and the times I've been home, you'd already gone to bed. I doubt Hagi would have liked it if I woke you...

Please tell Hagi that if his new arm or wing causes him any discomfort, he needs to communicate that to me. I know how stoic he can be...

Also, before I forget... The apartment is nearly completed. Would you like to take a tour of it soon?

[ARTEMIS Filter//Unhackable]

For those of you who have been working on more delicate projects, I hope that the tremors that shook our Lab Facilities hasn't caused any setbacks. As soon as you're able to, please report to me of any damages to your equipment. I know that times have been quite busy with events lately, but I would like to hear of how things are going for you...

( [Private to Dr. Disraeli / Unhackable] )

Current Mood: hurried
Current Location: Hospital

Please let me apologize for inconveniencing anyone by my behavior this last weekend. It seems a sad excuse to blame a curse... but... I'm prepared to concentrate on my projects for ARTEMIS in order to find some way to stop such things from occurring again.

Lilith, I owe you a debt of gratitude for keeping me company that last night. I'm certain that I have a few less regrets due to your kindness.

Dr. Horrible, was your resigning from ARTEMIS sincere? Or shall I expect you to be back in to work this week, and explain this whole misunderstanding as merely another curse in effect?

On a side note, I will be needing to remodel my old apartment. Can anyone suggest someone who ~~can dispose of blood stained carpet~~ does good work?

To my friends, I won't be staying there for the forseeable future while the work is being done. You know how to reach me if you need to speak with me.

To some of my newer... friends, I apologize. My schedule is such that I'm not able to keep our acquaintance as you've experienced this weekend. I'm terribly sorry if this hurts or offends you in any way shape or form. Please try to understand and accept this. ~~And please stop calling me. I won't answer.~~

[Private to Marishka]

Although I'm afraid I was under the influence of some curse... I find myself unable to regret our time together. Please don't think badly of me for any other behavior you might hear of... My time with you was different to me ~~somehow~~. Might I meet with you, just to talk? Maybe we could take another stroll by the lake...

[Private to Carl]

Forgive me for how horribly I treated you, my friend. It means alot to me that you put yourself in such peril to protect my life and honor in such a way. I'm sorry about how inappropriately I behaved towards you, and about the whole "closet" ordeal. Please accept a gift of an extra bonus in your paycheck as my way of making this up to you. I hope it is enough, please buy yourself ~~whatever your heart desires~~ something nice.

[OOC Note of interest. Solomon's actual horoscope from the newspaper this day said: "After a rather uncomfortable reality check, advance your personal agenda." I found that to be very appropriate.]