Carte 21 ♥♦ Black Jack ♣♠ For the record, I'll miss you..[Video/In person/Accidental video]
[When the feed comes on, it appears Black Jack is sat in the music room, at the piano to be exact. He looks drawn and saddenedm but this is soon replaced by his professional pokerface]
Hello everyone, I hope you're all well.
I'll try and keep this quick. After last week, I think it would be a good idea for the house to have some sort of record system. Hatori had the idea of just keeping medical records for everyone, should an event like last week occur in the future. Since we have a legal system, it seems sensible to also have medical records on hand, should they be needed.
I will leave an appropriate amount of standard record forms and envelopes on a table in the parlor should you wish to help this idea become reality; of course this is completely optional, but, if you want to be included, simply take a form, fill it out as honestly as you can, initial the envelope and return it to me at your own descretion. I won't read them unless I'm given permission, and they'll be locked away securely, me being the only one able to get to them should the need arise.
If any of you have any questions, don't hesitate to ask.
[His tone becomes somewhat strained towards the end, and he switches the feed off as soon as the last sentence finishes. Or at least, he thinks he does as he puts the blackberry on top of the piano, turning round to face the same way. He lifts the lid to the keys, not bothering to open the sheet music. The song he starts playing he knows off by heart.
Hatori was gone. Written out, as if he never existed. It was like a punch to the gut for the doctor, and when he'd woken up that morning, alone, and found that only his name remained on the door....he hadn't known what to do. At least with this system, Hatori's idea, he'd somehow remain in the Manor.
As the song draws to an end, without hesitation he starts it again, this time slower, with more emotion than before..]
Hello everyone, I hope you're all well.
I'll try and keep this quick. After last week, I think it would be a good idea for the house to have some sort of record system. Hatori had the idea of just keeping medical records for everyone, should an event like last week occur in the future. Since we have a legal system, it seems sensible to also have medical records on hand, should they be needed.
I will leave an appropriate amount of standard record forms and envelopes on a table in the parlor should you wish to help this idea become reality; of course this is completely optional, but, if you want to be included, simply take a form, fill it out as honestly as you can, initial the envelope and return it to me at your own descretion. I won't read them unless I'm given permission, and they'll be locked away securely, me being the only one able to get to them should the need arise.
If any of you have any questions, don't hesitate to ask.
[His tone becomes somewhat strained towards the end, and he switches the feed off as soon as the last sentence finishes. Or at least, he thinks he does as he puts the blackberry on top of the piano, turning round to face the same way. He lifts the lid to the keys, not bothering to open the sheet music. The song he starts playing he knows off by heart.
Hatori was gone. Written out, as if he never existed. It was like a punch to the gut for the doctor, and when he'd woken up that morning, alone, and found that only his name remained on the door....he hadn't known what to do. At least with this system, Hatori's idea, he'd somehow remain in the Manor.
As the song draws to an end, without hesitation he starts it again, this time slower, with more emotion than before..]