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[Feb. 20th, 2011|07:09 pm] |
*Has spent the last couple of weeks drifting around Orë, at Manwë's behest, observing the aftermath of Vána's "project."*
*Was under strict orders just to listen and report back (Don't interfere, let them find their own way) but does so love interfering, or at least giving the odd hint, especially when they're all so sad.*
*Watched the Noldorin assistance with a great deal of pride and with a sense of vindication; knew they could put aside their differences and work together, even if it does take a crisis to make that happen.*
*Followed the Gondolin contingent back home to observe the knock-on effects (if any).*
*Wanders towards a pub, listening to the chatter of the fountains, then decides to add some rain into the mix (What? Downpours cheer him up).* |
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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. 19th, 2011|06:08 pm] |
| [ | Tags | | | &aule&vana, &elrond&turin, &mablung&turin, &manwe&ulmo, &morwen&turin, &telimektar&vana, @doriath:vana's, @menegroth, @menegroth:mhc, aule, chip, elrond, irmo, mablung, manwe, morwen, namo, nienna, telimektar, turin, ulmo, vana, varda | ] |
*finds a high-powered flashlight, fills it with fresh batteries, and goes out into the streets of Menegroth as promised*
*thinks at first that the situation doesn't seem too bad—nothing has obviously exploded many people look a bit panicked in the glow of the emergency lights, their foot traffic somewhat chaotic; but some even look resigned, perhaps having lived through the Great Delving Blackouts of past years*
*wanders down in the direction of his mother's shop, thinking to check on her while he's out* *occasionally points passersby in the right direction or tries to reassure them although more than occasionally (and perhaps understandably), they look terrified to see him*
[Edit] *reappears inside Vána's workshop (now is not the time for social graces)* |
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[Feb. 14th, 2010|05:56 pm] |
*Is enjoying another fun day of job (in)security.*
*Answers the phone and answers in the same way for the umpteenth time.*
Good morning, House of the Flower, Becky speaking, how can I help you? No, I'm sorry, he's indisposed. No. Can I take a message? No, indisposed. Mm-hm. Ye-es, indisposed. No, I can't, I'm sorry. No, you can't speak to my superior because I told you already, he's indisposed. thanks you, good-bye.
*Decides to stick on the radio to pass the time until-*
*sighs* Good morning House of the Flower Becky Speaking how can I help you sorry the lord of the house is indisposed can I take a message no all right then thank you good bye.
*Turns on the radio.* |
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[Feb. 9th, 2010|07:33 pm] |
*Has spent quite a bit of time trying to work up the courage to tell Ilmarë that his diplomatic intervention with Eönwë wasn't so diplomatic.*
*Decides some Dutch Courage is in order so stops off at a favourite watering hole on the way to Ilmarin.*
*Spends rather longer than he really intended building up his courage but assures himself that he's okay to drive demanifest.* |
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[Nov. 26th, 2009|06:12 pm] |
*Arrives in Ossiriand, using conventional transport (because he thinks he's starting to push his luck with the bathrooms thing).*
*Makes his way to the OU campus, sending a quick text to Telu to let him know that he's up for the student talent competition.*
*Has a wander around the campus.* Now, if I were an immortal rugby coach, where would I hang out? |
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[Oct. 30th, 2009|08:19 pm] |
*Realises that keeping her mouth shut is really, really not her strong point.*
*Decides that she needs to talk to someone.*
*Has no idea who though.*
*Dials her phone with a resigned sigh.* |
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[Aug. 4th, 2009|01:34 am] |
*wakes up on Tilion's couch very early in the morning (long before sunrise, strangely enough)*
*stares at the ceiling for a while as a whole range of emotions pass through her (rage, anger, irritation, annoyance)* *offers a final glare in the direction of his bedroom, with no trace of the initial, fleeting gratitude she felt at having him back and whole(-ish)*
*goes back to her own apartment, ire steadily building, and goes into her bathroom* *turns on the shower and waits until she is shivering and even angrier* |
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[Jun. 2nd, 2009|01:11 am] |
*Is in a foul, foul mood that he just can't shake.*
*Considers ways to remedy this situation and hits upon the perfect solution:*
*Employee evaluations!*
MINIONS! PRESENT! |
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| The Morning Show. |
[May. 17th, 2009|10:13 pm] |
| [ | Tags | | | &ilmare&ulmo, &salmar&ulmo, @gondolin:estella's, @ulmonan, @unknown, danielle, georgia, ilmare, manwe, salmar, ulmo | ] |
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...I don't know, I was just surprised that the winning region submitted a song for the Belerivision Song Contest. Was that a bit of an unfair advantage? I mean, this contest hasn't been about music for a long time. I expected insane, surreal dance routines involving mimes, breakdancers, sequined body-suits and burlesque dancers. I expected broken Sindarin sung in an appalling Noldorin accent. I expected the Telerin regions to vote for eachother, I expected the Noldorin regions to vote for eachother, I expected the mortal regions to get nul points. I expected tuneless wailing.
I didn't expect an actual song. It's a catchy to the point of irritation, insidious, brain worm of a song, but it's a song nevertheless. That just came out of left-field. Am I reading this wrong? Let me know what you think after I play the winning entry. Again. Because I'm contractually obliged to. |
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[Apr. 8th, 2009|07:42 pm] |
*in accordance with the evil plot afoot, finds herself loitering near the main entrance of the Mount Taras Pavilion, home of the Virtuosos for six years running* *is all gussied up for the evening in a just-snug-so red formal, with her (temporarily blonder) hair piled atop her head and more dramatic makeup than usual (akin to what she'd wear at the Cat's Eye, really)*
*is staying out of the way for the most part, so as not to attract attention or stumble into a 'razzi frenzy—does not want to accidentally end up in a front-page photo tomorrow*
*keeps her eyes peeled for her target, hoping beyond hope she doesn't miss him in all the commotion* |
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[Apr. 4th, 2009|12:13 pm] |
*Gives Manwë a call as he waits in the airport for her ladyship.*
*Arranges to meet at a nice cafe down the road (wants to avoid anywhere licensed to sell alcohol.* |
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[Apr. 1st, 2009|11:36 pm] |
*Decides to go back to Beleriand to sort this out because it needs sorting out dammit.*
*Appropriates the Ilmarin helicopter and a mobile phone.*
*Remembers Telimektar mentioning something about Manwë "drinking all over Beleriand," but also remembers Beleriand being a very big place so needs pointers for where to start.*
*Doesn't want to scare him off either so decides to make some calls on the way over.*
*Swears at the phone and the tiny, tiny buttons these infernal machines have these days.* |
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| The morning show, with your host, the King of the Sea. |
[Mar. 26th, 2009|11:15 pm] |
It's that time of year again, the Virtuoso awards will soon be upon us, biggest event in the musical calendar and all that jazz. I know there are those who say it's just the music industry patting itself on the back, promoting business instead of music but honestly? I like them. They're fun, they celebrate talent, they're surpisingly inclusive annnnnd they give me a freebie bag every year.
So give us your thoughts on the virtuosos, who are you betting on this year? Was there anyone you think was overlooked this year? Who wuz robbed last year? Or just call in with your favourite recipes for soup, or whatever, I don't care, I'll still get my freebies.
So give us a call, hope to hear from some of you after this; this is The Kinslayers with When You Were Young.
*Turns off the mic and hums along.*
'Cause he doesn't look a thing like Manwë...doo do do dee do do dooo dooo... |
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[Mar. 5th, 2009|10:18 pm] |
*Following that rather uncomfortable exchange, decides to scope out what's happening in the live music scene.*
*Heads to Ossiriand and wanders between various venues, looking for something that strikes his fancy.*
*Happens upon a studenty-looking joint and reads the sign outside.*
"Open mic night." That's always good for a laugh.
*Goes inside, gets himself a beer and takes a seat.* |
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[Feb. 23rd, 2009|10:18 pm] |
*Comes up with a suitable pretext.*
*Makes his way to Ilmarin to float the idea of selling advertising space on Linqil FM for various Súlimo Enterprises subsidiaries.*
*Has absolutely no intention of giving in to the demon of commercial radio but you know, pretext.* |
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[Feb. 19th, 2009|11:38 pm] |
*Wakes up on the floor of a hotel room...somewhere.*
*Blinks at a chink of sunlight coming through the gap between the curtains as he slowly tries to piece together what's happened to him.*
Argument with the wife, got kicked out, stayed at Ulmo's for a while, decided to sort fucking life out, then...
*Frowns and scratches his head before noticing the significantly cleared-out minibar.*
Oh.
*Fumbles for the phone on the bedside table and takes a good couple of minutes to work out that he needs to dial '0' for an outside line.* |
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[Dec. 9th, 2008|08:02 pm] |
*Empties out his washing machine to discover that his previously white shirts have become a not so fetching powder blue.*
*Pulls out a pair of Manwë's navy blue socks.*
*Quietly swears under his breath and glares at the water intake pipe.* You could have warned me.
*Thinks this has gone on quite long enough, so wonders what would be the most tactful way to tell his best mate to get the fuck out of his house and sort his life out.*
Manawenûz! Get the fuck out of my house and sort your life out! |
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[Oct. 26th, 2008|07:11 pm] |
| [ | Tags | | | &aule&yavanna, &este&irmo, &manwe&ulmo, &manwe&varda, &ulmo&varda, @menegroth, aule, este, irmo, manwe, sauron, telimektar, ulmo, varda, yavanna | ] |
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*thinks the nature of activity in Gondolin at the moment merits a visit to check out the "night life"*
*locks up the B&B and heads out from Delving*
*reincorporates in an alley just outside the main shopping district* |
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[Oct. 14th, 2008|08:32 pm] |
*Crawls out of bed early in the afternoon, instnatly regretting the all night drinking/heart to heart session with Manwë.*
*Grabs a pint of water for himself and shuffles into the living room.*
*Turns on the TV and is instantly astounded by what by he's seeing on every news channel.*
*Throws a cushion at the blanket-covered heap sleeping on his sofa.*
Wake up. |
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drunk
mischievous
uncomfortable
cold. also wet.
blah
determined
complacent
irritated
shocked