poly_chromatic | 159th Devotion: Going Home

[Accidental Video]
[To put it simply, the office that comes into view is a disaster zone. Fallen bookshelves obscure most of what had been a neatly arranged desk mere moments before. Beneath the shelves are buried a scattering of files, books, and other paperwork. Ink seeps like blood from the clutter, staining the absorbent paperwork and dripping in rivulets off the edge to color the white carpeting below.

Very cautiously, an ink splattered Solomon comes into view as he peeks over the edge of the shelving. He looks... exasperated and quite a bit surprised. Pushing his chair back so that he can stand, his eyes widen as a loud crack sounds and he's promptly dumped backwards to the floor with a painfully loud thud.

A minute passes before any sound is heard. His sigh is quite audible, and he replies to anyone that might be listening.]

I'll be home if anyone needs me...

On second thought, perhaps it's best if you leave a message. I'll get back to you tomorrow, perhaps...

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... Guess I'm not the only one who's having bad luck.

My condolences. This isn't a particularly enjoyable one, is it?

Not at all. I'm surprised I'm still in one piece.

That bad?

Yes. I've gotten back in bed because everything seems like it's out to kill me.

Probably a very wise decision. Unfortunately, I dismissed the early incidents and came in to work. My mistake.

I wonder if I'll be able to make it back...

Good luck. If you don't, should I send Nathan to help you?

Thank you, but no. What would he think of me if I couldn't manage the simple task of arriving home on my own?

It is a shitty curse day though.

True, but any misfortune around me will no doubt somehow be my doing. It's embarrassing really... I'm certain Nathan would be greatly entertained.

Hmmm, perhaps I shouldn't return home. At least not until this ends.

[In other words, Solomon prefers to not play the fool.]