Erestor (erest0r) wrote in opus_two, @ 2008-10-11 18:26:00 |
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Current mood: | cold |
Entry tags: | &ecthelion&erestor, @gondolin:fountain, ecthelion, erestor, gothmog |
*is a sodden and soot-streaked mess, and has probably violated at least seventeen different traffic laws, by the time he passes through the Fountain's front gates* (*will definitely be coming up with apologies and bribes for Duilien (ouch, the car seat) and Egalmoth (speed limits are just suggestions, right?) later*)
*did call Ecthelion to update him once the Harp was pretty well under control, and got only a shrill tone and an "out of service" message* *was fairly confused by that (Ecthelion wouldn't turn his phone off, especially now), but figured there would be some kind of explanation when he got in (and he was on his way there anyway)*
*walks (okay, maybe limps a little) into the front foyer, just a tad bit unnerved by the stark emptiness of the place* *calls out, softly and with no small amount of strain (ribs and throat and smoke in the lungs)* Hello? Anybody home? *listens to the muffled sound of footsteps rattling around in the silence* Sir?
*is a little relieved when a staffer scurries out to meet him* Elise, hey, have you seen Ecthelion? ... *frowns* He's still working on the valve? What, did somebody weld it open? *coughs a bit and waves off her concern* No, I'm fine. Mudfight in the street. Anarchy and chaos. You know. The usual. *manages a quick smile* Anyway, file the update for later, I'm going to lend our Lord a hand with that valve.
*with that, turns down a nearby corridor and quickly heads for the door leading down to the basement*