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[Oct. 21st, 2008|11:52 am] |
*has scarcely had time to breathe, between moving back to Ossiriand, plugging back into the family/friends network ("Mo-om, you said you weren't going to have a party!" "It's not a party, it's a get-together. My baby's a celebrity, after all!"), and gearing up for his part on AOT (photoshoots, ad spot shoots, screen tests, costume fitting, et al)*
*is quickly learning that the fear of Amarië is a healthy (not to mention necessary) Fear indeed*
*sees Finduilas quite a bit on-set, although he hasn't really had a chance to talk to her outside of the general work-flurry* *feels he owes her for helping him out, but doesn't really know what kind of thank-you gift to get her*
*finally opts to just go with the most inoffensive route* *finds her entry in his cellular and dials* |
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[Oct. 21st, 2008|02:27 pm] |
*while eating lunch (grilled cheese), leans over to grab her milk and inadvertantly presses against the remote, changing the channel from her favorite show (Drew's Clues) to the twelve o'clock news* *watches in horror as they play and replay the footage of the Gondolin attack, burning buildings and roaring water and a flying machine going down in flames*
*lets out and ear-piercing shriek and, when Hildie comes to see what the matter is, hits her upside the head with her lunch tray, knocking her unconscious*
*leaves the house quickly, walking far from home, constantly looking around her for the attack she knows is coming* |
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[Oct. 21st, 2008|05:10 pm] |
*has had an interesting and eventful and really quite exciting few days, mooching around the outskirts of Gondolin (and inadvertently ensuring that the alfalfa crop whithers entirely)*
*gathers up all the non-corporeal scraps of Balrog he can find, scraping up shards and powder and fragments and pools of extinguished fiery Ainu*
*finally, satisfied that he's got every last morsel, makes his way back to the Halls* *goes into the kitchenette and puts on the kettle* *sits on the counter and scratches out the word 'Cookie' on the jar and writes 'Balrog' instead* |
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[Oct. 21st, 2008|07:34 pm] |
*pads around the kitchen in his T-shirt and plaid PJ pants, wondering what he should cobble up for breakfast* *is warm enough for the most part, thanks to the giant mug of coffee steaming on the counter, but (as usual) forgot to put on socks and is therefore slowly losing feeling in his toes* *yep, it's definitely autumn!*
*will only be cooking for one this morning, so is at something of a loss* *just eggs and bacon and toast and jam, maybe?* *ooh, and pickle chips on the side*
*looks round at a rapid knock on the front door* *blinks, a little confused, but hopeful!* (*maybe this means he'll have company for breakfast, after all?*)
*makes a vague attempt to finger-comb his hair into some kind of order as he heads to the entryway* *opens the door* 'lo? |
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[Oct. 21st, 2008|08:48 pm] |
*Sits in his Aulë and Yavanna's living room, reading the reports coming in from Gondolin.*
*Is being very daring (has his feet up on the coffee table!)*
*Does his level best to focus on the damage to the buildings and the appropriate rememdies, and not the M.O. of the perpetrator of it.* |
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busy
scared
hungry