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[May. 10th, 2010|10:08 am] |
*isn't especially nervous the morning she is to defend her dissertation (it's not her way), but is definitely feeling drained afterward, when the post-presentation Q&A finally comes to an end and she is swarmed by other scientists wanting to grill her about some of the stunning revelations she's turned up in her research*
*gamely answers a few more questions as she tries to catch Ethan's eye (help), or Fániel's, but the former appears to be too busy trying to wake up the latter* |
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[May. 10th, 2010|10:48 pm] |
*is rather amused by the kerfuffle of a few weeks ago and is even more amused at how stressed his uncle subsequently becomes* *can't help but notice how Fingon looks even greyer and more wound up whenever they are in the same room*
*thinks that enough time has passed for him to put another part of his plan into operation*
*arranges (via satellite phone, of course) for a particular package to be intercepted, its contents removed and replaced with a simple mobile phone*
*waits for confirmation of receipt of said package before he dials the number* *reclines on his bed, adjusting his bluetooth headset for comfort as he reaches for a glass of lemonade* |
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tired