console; video; evening of the 4th

[peacefullywreathed]

[Solomon smiles brightly as he comes onscreen, lounging in an armchair in his customary shirt, waistcoat, tie. The only concession is that the tie is loosened. Those who don't know him will notice he has a faint Irish accent, and may notice the very faint scars around his eyes as well as the fact his gaze is unfocussed.]

I have a request. It seems someone decided to throw a party, and it was absolutely vital for my fiance to attend while I've been left all alone. She also happened to ... borrow one of my waistcoats. I'm thusly led to believe that there's going to be an exchange in gendered clothing.

To translate: Anton Shudder and Erskine Ravel will be in drag. Possibly a few others as well. Someone go out and take a video for the poor, neglected blind man. Not pictures. Pictures are useless. You could sculpt or engrave, I suppose, but video is probably easiest.

[Attached: The intended locations for the evening.]

Comments

[flybyshooting]

It's all a matter of what's getting moved and shaken, I suppose.

I'll see you after the festivities. Though I should warn you, I may be drunk.

[peacefullywreathed]

Please; if I can't deal with a drunkard trying to sweep me off my feet, I'd have never come as far as I have.

[flybyshooting]

Who says I'd have any interest in sweeping you off your feet?

[peacefullywreathed]

Why else the warning? I am very impressive.

[And occasionally very arrogant.]

[flybyshooting]

That remains to be seen, though I'll give you the benefit of the doubt.

It's fortunate you won't be able to see my own countenance. You might die of envy.

[peacefullywreathed]

I do appreciate that.

Just as well, really. My fiance might have gotten jealous.