Duilien (duilien) wrote in opus_two, @ 2008-10-10 17:06:00 |
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Current mood: | pensive |
Entry tags: | &duilin&ecthelion, &duilin&erestor, &ecthelion&erestor, @gondolin, @gondolin:swallow, duilin, ecthelion, erestor, mac |
*has spent much of her time closeted in her office since the senior staff meeting, going over things with a fine-toothed comb in light of Ecthelion's revelations* *as far as theories go, can't come up with anything better than what's already on the table (I believe this threat to be personal), but is hoping another look-through might inspire a good argument against Ecthelion's proposed solution (I will take the trouble with me)* (*an argument he might actually listen to, that is, since he's likely already heard variations on "don't be stupid" and "this is suicide"*)
*several hours later, is frustrated and no closer to a brilliant epiphany than she was before* *glances up at the clock (late afternoon already?), knowing that her fellow Lord is due to leave early the next morning*
*makes a quick decision and dials Ecthelion's cellular*