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[Jan. 20th, 2010|11:34 pm] |
*finds herself pretty busy at the Fountain, in spite of the fact that the Lord of the House appears to be turbo-charged these days (or, perhaps, because of it)*
*drops a last batch of files into Esther's office (and it's late enough even for that devoted Fountain-girl to have gone home) and makes her way out, breathing a sigh of relief as she passes Tess*
*heads to a nearby café (a favourite Fountain haunt) and sees Aerandir sitting at a table in the corner*
*smiling as she sits down* I am so sorry I'm late. How are you? Can I get you a drink? |
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[Jan. 20th, 2010|11:40 pm] |
*has spent the last four days in Ossiriand, on an intensive photoshoot for a cologne, and is, to put it mildly, exhausted* *is perhaps not helped by the fact that he's been doing some Special Ops work remotely, first thing each morning and this, in turn, is not helped by the daily hangover*
*at the end of the fourth day of shooting, ventures out and about in the town centre, a woolly hat pulled down low over his head* *due to tiredness and champagne, is probably not looking where he's going when he steps off the pavement*
*does not stay in the hospital long but it is quite long enough for reports to leak out about 'Top Model's Brush with Death' (as though a broken arm and some bruising can count as a brush with death) (did not even see her in the vicinity)* *discharges himself from hospital, to his doctors' dismay and to his manager's fury, and refuses to take a prescription for painkillers*
*goes back to his hotel room and spends a very lonely night there* *in the morning, contacts Gil-galad to get a certain phone number (really wants to see a friendly face, given that the photographer is furious with him) and to reassure him that he's still very much alive* *laboriously texts Káni to arrange to meet her in the evening for dinner (+/- drinks)* |
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[Jan. 20th, 2010|11:53 pm] |
*as is their on-again off-again custom, has convened with Mac and Erestor at Mac's place for another unofficial minionmoot—which, by popular vote, is progressing sans drunkenness* *it's just that they all have to work in the morning and Erestor's already looking a little rough; no need to pile a hangover on, too*
*as it turns out, though, they need no beer to launch totally immature (but incredibly funny) conversations!* *such the current round of would-you-or-wouldn't-you, which has so far spanned just about every celebrity, fictional character, and historical figure they can come up with*
*deals out the next hand and tosses a few chips into the center of the table, sipping his second beer at a sedate pace* *eyes Erestor* You're up, Fountain. Hit me. |
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