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[Audio]

Much as I'm grateful... for the copious amounts of drugs that have been prescribed for my injuries... is there anyone that is capable of a more immediate solution?

Magical healing... or something that can speed this process? I'd rather like to get about my business and get out of bed. Although the sleep has been wondrous...............

I'd almost forgotten...

[His voice drifts off, leaving that thought unfinished. The slip up of the fact that Chevalier's don't sleep is a direct result of all the drugs he's currently on.]

[ooc: Still afflicted with the Average Joe curse which has resulted in making him 100% human. Unfortunately for him, he was in mid flight when it happened and crashed painfully to the ground. Drugs are all of a sudden very effective, and so much more likely to make mistakes concerning anything private.]

[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.]

How insidious. I can only assume that was the result of yet another curse. An attempt to tarnish my reputation, or something random, who's to say? It wouldn't be the first time...

I certainly hope that anyone out there would have realized this of my last journal entry. Anyone who knows me well understands that I would never condone murder, let alone violence of any sort. I'm a healer and consummate businessman.

I apologize for any distress that my words would have caused to anyone. I cannot even begin to fathom what the deities' purpose for this one was, and it's abhorrent to me that even for one moment I would have thought violence was an acceptable means to an end.

( Private filter to Xemnas, Luke Valentine, Kincaid, Clow Reed )

( Message for Saya )

In reflection upon my most recent curse... I have no regrets. The companies I've helped raise from nothing are my children, and so it follows that the people I've recruited into it's fold could also be considered family of a sort.

My heart aches, thinking of Cinq Fleches and the ones I've lost in coming here. The ones I've abandoned...

... my lost family.

To my devoted employees, can you truly blame me for elevating you to such a role? Even cursed as I was, it was blissful to feel such a bond once again (even as fleeting as it was). Blissful, even with the resistance that some of you offered me in return. For no family is without some internal struggle. Blissful, because of the ones who patronized my madness... for what does family do but to support one another in good times as well as bad? My thanks... I honestly wouldn't mind doing this again sometime...
( [Private messages to Saya, Zemnas, Zexion, and Kincaid] )

I'd like to ask for all members of ARTEMIS to please limit your contact with others until the Geostygma disease has been contained. So far, there is no cure from what I've seen, so naturally there is only one thing to do to prevent the spread of this illness.

Stay inside. Communicating with others is best done only through the network at this time...

Saya... please do likewise. If Hagi is with you, make certain that the two of you don't leave the apartment. If not, I think it wise to send him to my old apartment until we can be certain that both of you are clean.

[ooc: And to make matters far more fun, Solomon has been struck with today's curse of 'I Cannot Tell a Lie'.]