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[Feb. 27th, 2011|06:48 pm] |
*meets Arakáno at the airport in Lindon* *was actually there ridiculously early but just wanted to have every eventuality covered [what if he had a puncture? what if her flight was early? what if her flight was diverted and he'd have to charter another plane to go collect her? and, oh, he should have just chartered a flight for her in the first place]*
*meets her at arrivals and has a sign and everything( * )
*shepherds her to his waiting car (a nice little sporty number) and drives at speed through the winding roads of Lindon* |
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[Feb. 27th, 2011|10:19 pm] |
*Paces around the top floor of Ilmarin, keeping an eye on events to the East, as he has been doing ever since Vána's judgement.*
*Feels somewhat encouraged at Ulmo's reports of Noldor and Sindar working together but can't shake the feeling that he's been entirely too complacent of late.*
*Notices something untoward in the distance.* *Makes a note to tell Aulë to keep an eye on his maiar, especially after what happened last time.* Oh Olórin, you too? *sighs* Orë is not a toy. |
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[Feb. 27th, 2011|11:59 pm] |
*Wonders if Marian was onto something when she suggested doing something to get her mind off crazy sex dreams.*
*Figures that she probably owes Kirin an apology for being subjected to her family's insanity at the festival anyway.*
*Rifles through her father's rolodex (he never got the hang of mobile phone address books) until she finds his number and dials.* |
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guilty