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[Feb. 27th, 2011|10:19 pm] |
*Paces around the top floor of Ilmarin, keeping an eye on events to the East, as he has been doing ever since Vána's judgement.*
*Feels somewhat encouraged at Ulmo's reports of Noldor and Sindar working together but can't shake the feeling that he's been entirely too complacent of late.*
*Notices something untoward in the distance.* *Makes a note to tell Aulë to keep an eye on his maiar, especially after what happened last time.* Oh Olórin, you too? *sighs* Orë is not a toy. |
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[Feb. 20th, 2011|03:32 pm] |
*has spent quite a while in the warehouse, poking and prodding at the more intact robots to try to figure out more about them* *isn't having much luck, to be honest—she isn't an expert with computers, anyway, and Vána's creations are certainly more complex than anything she's had to handle in the past*
*occasionally passes the pile of charred metal and circuits and has to smile, despite a growing sense that she's spinning her wheels, so to speak*
*decides she needs a break, so arranges to meet Melian for early afternoon tea* |
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[Feb. 12th, 2011|02:14 pm] |
| [ | Tags | | | &erestor&merry, &estella&salgant, &gandalf&marende, &vendore&yere, @doriath:vendore's, @gondolin:erestor's, erestor, estella, gandalf, marende, merry, salgant, vendore, yere | ] |
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*on the run-up to her holiday, is a blur of activity, sprinkling a little love and tenderness into as many little hearts as possible before the big day!*
*spends some time dreaming up the perfect gifts for the family, as it were: a bottle of wine for Manwë, along with an embossed note reminding him to get the red and white camellias for Varda; a similar bottle and note for Aulë (but she suggests a home for orphaned bunnies instead of flowers); for Irmo and Estë, warm fuzzy slippers and tea-candies galore; a dozen rabbit hearts hence the bunny home for Oromë, poor thing, and she doesn't know how or what to send to Vána but maybe next year hopefully?* *never has any clue what to get for Námo and Nienna, so that'll be a gift card* *annnnd for Yérë, she has chocolate, daffodils, and a nice friendly card with the words BEHAVE YOURSELF printed inside*
*also arranges for special deliveries of candy hearts to those most deserving of their saccharine messages (i.e., those who will hate them the most)* *hmph!* |
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[Feb. 5th, 2011|09:42 pm] |
*was quite pleased to note the Noldor traipsing about Doriath, indeed* *can't say she's glad certain... obstacles have been removed, but at least now the peace might have a chance*
*very quickly becomes aware of another situation brewing down south, however (Vendórë is ever so good with follow-up ♥), and, with a wordless farewell to Olórin, heads that way at speed*
*dons her dark blue scrubs and joins the busy hospital traffic, soon finding herself at the doorway in question* *isn't sure what she'll be able to do with such deep lines being drawn in the sand, but there's hope for those two, at least* *and of course, there's that poor girl to think of (oh, Vána, how could you...?)* |
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[Jan. 29th, 2011|07:31 pm] |
*in the course of her walkabout, winds up outside one of Menegroth's power plants* *isn't sure what she'll be able to do here, if anything, but she can be of little use elsewhere; she is no Arata to sit in judgement, and Melyanna has not the luxury of comfort just now*
*makes her way inside the station and quietly rematerializes in a corner of the control room, a wide-open space lit only by a dim red emergency light* *wearing her dark blue coveralls and generic nametag (Melinda), draws not one iota of attention from the engineers and supervisors present—they're in too much hurry to look twice (and she doesn't generally attract a second look, anyway)*
*takes an unobtrusive tour of the various switchboards and computer screens, piecing together the information using what she already knows of machinery and electrical energy (which, while not on par with Vána's intricate expertise, is really quite a lot)* *sees nothing glaringly wrong to explain the power loss... possibly it's a mechanical problem that isn't registering on the monitors?*
*melts away, unnoticed, and heads for the generator at the heart of the station* |
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[Jan. 24th, 2011|08:26 pm] |
| [ | Tags | | | &aule&vana, &aule&yavanna, &este&irmo, &este&marende, &manwe&varda, &namo&nienna, &namo&quellen, &telimektar&vana, @mandos, @menegroth, aule, este, irmo, manwe, marende, namo, nienna, quellen, telimektar, ulmo, vana, varda, yavanna | ] |
*while Vána is relatively subdued by Aulë and Telimektar, steps forwards from the shadows in Vána's workshop* I propose we re-locate. The Children are desperately noisy and this is no place for a judgment.
*projects a clear image of the Halls of Mandos - not the shadowy caverns where numberless ex-fëar mumble and stumble through to the hereafter, or the great tapestries of Vairë, or the Freezer of Ignominy but rather the Great Hall, with seats for each Vala (apart from the accused)*
*speeds his way there, expecting the others to do the same* |
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[Jan. 11th, 2011|06:33 pm] |
*after her sojourn up north, makes her way to Doriath, thinking to visit her nieces while she's about* *has some rather significant news to share, too*
*drops in on Lórell Inn first and casts about for Estë or her husband* |
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[Dec. 6th, 2010|01:39 pm] |
| [ | Tags | | | &ecthelion&glorfindel, &gandalf&glorfindel, &gandalf&marende, @buckleburgh, barry, carol, ecthelion, freddy, gandalf, glorfindel, marende, merry, molly | ] |
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*has traveled to Dorthonion for a long-ish weekend to attend the big winter festival there, at Ashley's recommendation*
*wakes up bright and early one morning to go and have a bit of a wander in Buckleburgh (though really, they could have picked from any number of towns to stay in—Ashley wasn't kidding about the scope of local involvement) while Glorfindel sleeps in at the tiny B&B*
*wraps up warm, complete with scarf, hat, and sunglasses (partly to protect from the elements; partly to avoid being recognized outside of Gondolin, as has become a vaguely disturbing trend), and walks down to where an ice-sculpture contest is already in full swing*
*spends some time awed by some of the sculptors at work (drips and streams may haunt his dreams but ice...)* *gets so wrapped up in trying to work out how that fish isn't going to collapse once the support struts are removed that he entirely forgets which direction the B&B is*
*takes a map of the area out of his back pocket (not a very good or detailed map, unfortunately) and stares at it for a while in bewilderment (and this isn't a big town)* Hrm. Oh, wait, no...that way's north. I think? |
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[Jul. 22nd, 2009|08:11 pm] |
*has found quite a bit to do in Ossiriand, between run-ins with friends (old and new) and his usual interference in the lives of random passers-by*
*is wandering down a side street, following the faint sounds of a crowd and a marching band (some nearby school must be having a rally?), when he picks up on Music of an entirely different sort*
*halts in his tracks and turns his head, eyes widening slightly in surprise (is it really...?)* *scrutinizes the somewhat ramshackle apartment complex to his left, and smiles—yes, he's quite sure of it now*
*moseys over to lean against the building, a few paces down from the entrance, and waits* |
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[Jul. 1st, 2008|01:20 am] |
*has spent most of the afternoon in an average little kitchen in Menegroth, buried to her shoulders inside a (convenient) malfunctioning oven and chatting easily with the lonely woman at the dining table who doesn't quite recall having phoned for a mechanic, but was glad to see one on her doorstep!*
*finally emerges from the oven's guts and gets to her feet, wiping her hands off on a rag and smiling through the bits of hair falling out from under her kerchief* There we go, Mrs. Abernathy, good as new. You'll be baking those macaroons again in no time, just like the ones you used to make for the boys. ... Oh, yes, I'm absolutely sure. Grandbabies always love Grandma's baking. It's a Rule. ... No, no charge today, we'll send the bill in the mail. *won't, of course*
*finishes gathering her tools and equipment and makes her farewells before heading to the front door* *glances back to see Mrs. Abernathy dialing her estranged son's number* *quiet smile*
*speaking of family!* *decides to visit her nieces while she's in town* *stashes her gear in the station wagon and heads out to Vendórë's place first* |
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[May. 20th, 2008|01:49 am] |
*parks her station wagon outside the palace in Hithlum the morning after*
*carefully retrieves a sleek black box with gold ribbon ties from the passenger seat and heads to the gates*
*has no trouble at all with security (tends to remind everyone of his or her mother, curiously enough), and is soon directed to the master of the house's office wing*
*smiles warmly at the secretary* Margaret, is it? Would you please let Findekáno know that his wine has arrived, and also that a moment of his time for a personal tasting would be greatly appreciated? |
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guilty