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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. 20th, 2011|03:45 pm] |
*having heard from a few little birds that a certain Peredhel twin is working in television, hunts down the set of As Órë Turns with Aulendil in tow* *smiles his way past lot security, even managing to procure a couple of visitor badges*
*to his companion, as they wander across the lot and dodge knots of harried crewmembers* Busy place... Elrohir should be here somewhere, he's one of the stars. *curiously* Have you ever gotten into television? |
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[Feb. 20th, 2011|06:58 pm] |
*is back in Delving ("on probation", according to her father, although apparently it's the administration who are on probation and not her, which makes a nice change)* *had a very weird Vendórë's Day at school* *had been expecting a quiet day watching all the annoying "popular" girls getting roses and chocolates and, so, was entirely unprepared for the sheer number of flowers she received*
*instead of being flattered or pleased, was somewhat freaked out by all this anonymous interest*
*now that Vendórë's Day is over and the flowers are wilting, carts them all from her room downstairs in order to throw them out* *considers burning them but supposes that's not very romantic?* *does not, does not think about the other flower she received (even though it's clearly far more superior than anything a high school boy could give her)* |
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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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[Feb. 20th, 2011|08:35 pm] |
*Has spent much of her weekend running around town, catching up on errands, which has not done wonders for her mood, especially given her latest attempt to give up smoking.* *Just finished doing battle with the queues in a supermarket, only to venture out into a sudden cloudburst.*
*Waits at the bus stop while she mentally swears at the weather forecasters for not forseeing this (cloudy with sunny intervals my arse).* *Waits and waits and waits* *Switches her wrath to the public transport network.*
*Decides to run for cover under a nearby shop-awning, a shop which just happens to be a traditional Tobacconist.* *Scans the window display and is suddenly overcome with the strangest desire to buy some snuff (hasn't had snuff in ages!).* *Purchases a box of camphor snuff, then goes back outside to wait for this damn bus. Without really thinking, reaches into the box, takes out a pinch and snorts it.*
*Very quickly realises that the pinch was rather larger than is advisable, then remembers that she's never, ever had snuff before so what the hell possessed her to -*
*Sneezes.* *And again.* *And again.* *Puts a hand up to her nose and it comes away red. Rummages in her bags to see if she bought any tissues and no, of course she didn't.* |
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cranky
working
sore