[Solomon frowns, staring at the monitor in disgust at ( an incriminating photograph )

.]

I suppose this is someone's idea of a joke. Is that supposed to be me?

[He types a few commands into the keyboard, but the image plastered on the screen and transmitted over the network refuses to be erased.]

Honestly. How dumb do you think people are? This photograph has clearly been doctored to make it look like... well. Preposterous, to think of Hagi and myself being in such a situation.

[Calling over his shoulder, he speaks to someone who is off-screen.]

Hagi... have you seen this? There's a picture of you on the network, although what you were doing (or with whom), I don't even want to conjecture. Do you have anything you want to say about it?

[He sits back, crossing his arms deeply in thought.]

Either someone has it in for one of us (seeking to discredit us or cause us embarrassment), or this is something more wide scale. A curse perhaps. Although I don't see how something physical of this nature could be called a curse rather than some sick fabrication.



[ooc: Solomon once again finds himself the victim of a curse. This time it's 'TABLOID TRASH'. Feel free to show no mercy when it comes to this, as just last week he was suffering a 48 hour curse that could make this photo VERY plausible!]