starofchaosExcuse me.
[The video feed shows the bedroom of the house that he has been placed in. The walls appear to be stone, familiar as it is; almost surprisingly bare, save for the presence of several bookshelves. The air is surprisingly still, silence in the background. What lighting there is happens to be quite dim. The man on the feed looks relatively calm, considering his situation. Sitting perched on the edge of the bed, he swings hi legs a little - bare as they are, for he almost immediately kicked off the shoes he was wearing. It looks as if the screen is resting on a low table, angled to show him as much as possible. He peers at the screen with mismatched eyes, one hand running through his hair carelessly. Rather than his usual suit he appears to be clad in a red dress, ankle-length and fastened around the waist with a black ribbon. Internally, he is far less calm.]
I appear to have been waylaid. [YHVH, IS THIS ONE OF YOUR PLOTS? What did you doooo, gaaaah.] Could the one responsible please be kind enough to contact me immediately? I am sure we could negotiate.
[He brushes the folds of the skirt, thoughtfully. There is a heavy sigh. It is unlikely that anyone will respond to that. So now, to his other priority.]
Does anyone know where the nearest bar is?