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[Feb. 22nd, 2009|05:32 pm] |
| [ | Tags | | | &arwen&celebrian, &arwen&erestor, &arwen&glorfindel, &celebrian&erestor, &ecthelion&glorfindel, &erestor&glorfindel, @gondolin, arwen, celebrian, ecthelion, elemmakil, erestor, glorfindel | ] |
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*has her mother check directions again to the restaurant Glorfindel booked for dinner*
*asks to walk since it's not too far from the hotel*
*wore a sweater and the slacks she got with her mom when they went shopping last week* *gets there and wonders if she should have put on a skirt, maybe?* |
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[Feb. 16th, 2009|11:24 pm] |
*after a great weekend (minus one minor brush with the law, and isn't that a new and strange exception for him), drives Doc to the train station for his trip back home*
*pops the trunk and gets out of the car at the drop-off, going round back to help Doc unload* *conversationally* Anyway, make sure you read them in order, or they won't make much sense. *eyeroll* I blew threw half the second one before I even realized it was a sequel, the first time round. It totally ruined the big plot twist in book one. |
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[Jan. 10th, 2009|06:50 pm] |
*spends the morning working industriously on G.I.P. reports and files in his makeshift office at the House of the Fountain, having given his staff permission to work from home today because it's so cold in the Flower's temporary buildings*
*leaves early for his lunch meeting so that he can walk by the Flower, which doesn't look very different, except that the foundations have been sunk and he himself laid the first stone a few days ago*
*shoving his hands deep in his pocket, strolls to the small restaurant where he is due to meet Erestor (is getting the hang of going out for his meals these days)* |
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[Jan. 2nd, 2009|09:34 am] |
*with another Erumas out of the way, has put all of his focus toward the next big holiday on the docket*
*arrives into the Fountain proper at 3:30am on New Year's Eve, dressed in solid, somber black from head to toe, and meets an equally funereal Nico (wow, the veil is a nice touch) in the conference room* *goes over the plans and supplies with her for the umpteenth time (All three shifts know the dress code today, check. Pete's changing the hold message when he comes in, check. Grounds crew is running the banners down to half-mast, check. Cake being delivered at 9am, check.)*
*satisfied that everything external is in order for the moment, gets to work on the House itself* *hauls out a ladder and strings the black and white streamers in the lobby and around the conference room, while his 3IC sets up all of the little tombstones and ties off the balloons* *as a finishing touch, posts a notice on the front doors requesting that visitors observe a moment of silence to commemorate the Lord of the Fountain's passing (out of the realm of youth, that is)*
*when all is ready, stands back with Nico and takes a last look around* *trades a (mock-)solemn nod with her* Uh-huh. Ecthelion's going to skin us both. |
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[Dec. 15th, 2008|06:35 pm] |
| [ | Tags | | | &anaire&erestor, &argon&gil-galad, &argon&glorfindel, &duilin&glorfindel, &ecthelion&elemmakil, &ecthelion&glorfindel, &ecthelion&meleth, &edrahil&erestor, &egalmoth&elemmakil, &erestor&glorfindel, &glorfindel&idril, &glorfindel&salgant, &idril&salgant, @gondolin:flower, anaire, argon, duilin, ecthelion, edrahil, egalmoth, elemmakil, erestor, gil-galad, glorfindel, idril, mac, meleth, salgant | ] |
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*leaves (home?) the House of the Fountain, dressed smartly in a suit (designer) and open-necked shirt (designer)*
*makes his way (home?) to the Flower, a good hour before the official start time of the party to make sure that everything is in place: lights throughout the tent, Erumas trees in each corner of the tent, mistletoe, long trestle-tables with food and drink, an area for the DJ, a stage for the band, a dancefloor and very comfortable couches lining the wall of the tent*
*really has to hand it to Pete for putting so much work into this evening and gives her a wrapped present to thank her for all her hard work*
*is promptly rewarded with a glass of orange juice and an exhortation to stay virgin (when it comes to drink, at least) tonight* |
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[Nov. 25th, 2008|11:54 pm] |
*after another very busy day, at the end of which the Burn in Mandos calls still exceed the In Your Pants calls (to use Pete's terminology), stops into his favourite takeaway to pick up a Telerin for dinner so to speak*
*arrives back at the Fountain, parking in his now-usual spot and walks up the stairs, his arms full of takeaway cartons, files and submitted blueprints* *wrestles with the front door before Pete of the Fountain lets him in* *gives him a cheerful smile and makes his way through the house* |
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[Oct. 13th, 2008|08:48 pm] |
*in the midst of saving his household (and watching his house disappear in a plume of thick black smoke and crashing masonry), has been coordinating the transfer of intelligence from House to House (within reason)*
*finally gets a moment to catch up on the latest pile of dispatches - Swallow: flood; Harp: fire; Flower: fire; Fountain: flood; and Archer: firing; all accounted for and Blower: white noise; minimal injuries and Gardener: working; 3 in gmh icu and Piper: down; 2ic 1ic* *pauses at the last (Ecthelion?), his fingers tightening on the paper, almost enough to tear it, but it's OK; even if his heart skips a beat or five, he's lived this before and he remembers what to do and that is to keep fighting because Gondolin comes first* *continues shepherding his people to safety and continues to fire reports from his House to the Hammer to the Palace and remembers occasionally to breathe (although it grows harder as it grows darker and Ecthelion?)*
*and somehow it is dark and he is left standing at the site of the Flower and it is burning embers but 'under control' and one by one, he goes through the day's last dispatches (Archer, Blower, Gardener, Piper, Driver, Cooker, Climber, Builder, Flier, Teacher) and slowly, so slowly, gets into his car and drives to the Fountain, stopping at every red light because he has to know for himself* |
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[Sep. 25th, 2008|02:41 pm] |
*has now been booted out of work twice, and has left once to avoid an actual booting* *really isn't trying to be a pain, but there's so much to do and he wasn't kidding about the stewing*
*is forbidden to show his face at the office for the remainder of the weekend, and so finds himself rattling around his place, tired and restless (and a little lonely, okay, but isn't in the mood for the usual company)* *goes out for an aimless drive around town, meandering along roads and shortcuts he's never taken before, just for the novelty of it*
*rolls to a stop at a light, and is almost entirely surprised to see the giant blue OCC sign reflecting off the car in front of him* *peers out the window at the ordinary-looking plant with its dusty windows and mostly-empty parking spaces* *...* *without thinking too much about it, switches lanes and pulls into the lot*
*three hours later, turns up at the Flower, pale and pinched and clutching a snapped-off cell phone antenna in one hand* *in a very soft and controlled tone of voice, asks to see the Lord of the House* |
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[Aug. 31st, 2008|09:10 pm] |
*is getting better at staying awake and (more or less) cognizant, except for the odd spell here and there of drug-induced Lalala-time*
*having absolutely nothing better to do besides think too much, munches ice cubes and flips through TV channels*
*flip. flip. flip.* *Wildlife Discovery: Sharks--way too many teeth* *golf--just. no.* *As Órë Turns--maybe as a last resort? except dammit that theme song*
*finally gives up and leaves it on a news channel, muting the sound after some minutes of listening to the anchors speculate on what really happened at the OCC plant*
*finds himself absently wondering whether Darryl (with the hands) will be in today* *mmm, those hands* *and that thick, blonde, just-shy-of-shaggy hair* *which is actually so much like ...*
*...annnd it's back to thinking too much* *SIGH* |
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[Aug. 26th, 2008|03:55 pm] |
{It was every performer's worst nightmare: center stage, Opening Night, and he'd forgotten all of his lines. The prompts (how many staff members on call--? House emergency exits where--?) did nothing but blank him out even more, until even ad-libs (I don't get paid enough to know that, honest) weren't an option, and then it became an issue of digging his heels in (no--no--no) and refusing to try.
The worst part of it was that the audience, cast, and crew were all armed with lead pipes and razorblades. They knew he'd forgotten on purpose.} |
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[Aug. 21st, 2008|02:30 pm] |
*gets into town on schedule, with none of the histrionics and headaches of the journey out* *still doesn't think he'll ever be able to eat mayonnaise again, though*
*once at the House of the Fountain, quickly heads to his office to catch up on any pressing business he missed while he was gone*
*dials Ecthelion's office extension, but receives no answer* *learns from the front desk that their Lord has gone to meet with the King* *ah, well, will just say hi and check his sobriety when he gets back in*
*oh!* *almost forgot* *rummages in his carry-on and retrieves a carefully wrapped picture frame* *undoes the newspaper padding and sets it on his desk, shifting it about until he can see the photo clearly*
*that done, begins shuffling through the notes and memos in his In box, smiling a bit every time his eye catches the picture of himself and little Arwen at the tea party (complete with matching grins and matching dots of cupcake-frosting on their noses)*
*on a whim, flips open his phone and hits the speed dial* |
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[Aug. 10th, 2008|06:33 pm] |
*after a mad dash to the airport in Gondolin, two unscheduled layovers (flight #1 experienced engine trouble, flight #2 had a pilot go into anaphylactic shock--damned shellfish), no less than three implacably screaming children, and a nauseating round of Pretend The Passenger Next To Me Doesn't Smell Of Warm Mayonnaise, has finally made it to Menegroth*
*needless to say, will need a wind-down before he has to be civil to anyone*
*consults a pamphlet and heads to one of the recommended pubs* *plonks down on a barstool, stashing his suitcase and carry-on at his feet, and orders something nice and strong*
*a few swigs later, realizes how pathetic it is that his first stop in Menegroth is a drinking establishment* *okay, doesn't usually resort to alcohol, but the layovers. and the screaming. and the warm mayonnaise. DON'T JUDGE.*
*chuckles quietly to himself and pulls out his cell phone* *speed dial #2, plik-plikkity-plik, Send!*
Twenty minutes in Menegroth, already drinking. Time for rehab.
*clearly has no idea* |
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[Aug. 3rd, 2008|06:27 pm] |
*lets himself wake up very, very slowly the morning after Anairë's night out* *is warm and cozy and pleasantly sated* *also, doesn't think he's due to work until later on...?* (*oh, yeah, the concert's tonight*)
*smiles and turns over lazily, further entangling himself in the sheets* *reaches out, thinking to tuck himself around Glorfindel and just enjoy being there for with him a while before they have to get up and go back to the daily runaround* *finds only empty air and long-cooled bedclothes*
*cracks his eyes open to confirm that his bedmate is indeed gone* *. . .* *soft sigh*
*pushes himself upright and sits at the edge of the bed, yawning and scrubbing at his hair* *calls out through the cracked door* Glorfindel, you still in? *is only half-expecting a response, this being the Big Day and all* *. . .* *understands, really* |
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[Jul. 21st, 2008|01:04 am] |
*after two days of drinking (alcohol, mostly, supplemented with caffeine), has come to the (rather late) conclusion that vodka (and rum and whiskey) is not a valid form of analgesic*
*not alone does it not kill the pain, but is pretty sure that his leg is not supposed to be that colour, that shape or that heat*
*phones his regular doctor, who whole-heartedly reads him the riot act (taking no pity on the fact that he has a killer hangover) and tells him to get into hospital for intravenous antibiotics*
*talks to his second-in-command (Aerandir; appropriated from the House of the Fountain a number of years ago) and explains the situation* *tells him not to tell anyone (except maybe Erestor) where he is* Just tell them I'm in rehab. That's suitably rockstar, right?
*is soon admitted to the hospital (preferred it when it was the House of the Swan Wing) and installed in a quiet, private room* |
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[Jul. 10th, 2008|10:44 pm] |
*having deposited Ecthelion back at his hotel, returns to the party at the Seafarer (running through the streets like a child would run) (from nothing to nowhere for no reason)*
*finds the Imladris crew and greets them with a strained smile* Sorry to skip out early but -- uhm -- something came up, to do with work?
*tugs Gil-galad away a little bit and speaks to him in a low voice* Arakáno left, Sir. She seemed -- determined. |
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[Jul. 8th, 2008|09:05 pm] |
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*arrives at the Seafarer Hotel in Brithombar, wiping the corner of her mouth discreetly as she steps out of the car* *well, the limousine*
*latches on to Gil-galad as soon as she does* Oh my Eru, the flight was awful. It was so late. But Buck -- he was the pilot? -- he offered me a ride to the hotel, wasn't that sweet?
*looks around* Oh, I like this place. OK, right, I'm gonna check in and then have, like, a shower and maybe a manicure. Oh, do they do facials here? Anyways, I'll be right back and then we can party.
*totters off to get settled in* |
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[Jul. 2nd, 2008|07:49 pm] |
*is planning a late night in the office* *probably would, anyway, with the boss out of town, but wound up spending a little more time on his break than he'd planned*
*looks up from his desk after a while and is surprised to see it's only a little after eleven*
*decides Glorfindel could probably use a little cheering up and really can't keep the Funny to himself forever*
*pulls out his phone and hits number two on the speed-dial, punching in a text message*
The King's mother calls him "Turgie" on the down-low. Should I be considering going AWOL with this knowledge? Please advise. |
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[Jun. 25th, 2008|05:44 pm] |
*with his superior officer leaving town for the second time ever in as many weeks, is apparently in charge*
*no problem, is used to keeping the ball rolling* (*managed to keep Imladris from burning to the ground while Elrond was in Gondor accidentally getting hammered for his daughter's wedding*)
*finds himself quite busy getting all of the scheduling and personnel information (and emergency procedures and non-emergency procedures and possible-emergency procedures and slightly-to-the-left-of-emergency procedures) into place* *juuust in case, you know?* *is actually just trying to get Ecthelion out the door with as few worries as possible although he's probably already having a breakdown* |
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[Jun. 20th, 2008|05:43 pm] |
*wakes up warm and naked in a bed that isn't his, but might as well be for all the time he spends in it* *glances over at the other occupant, and is unsurprised to find him still sprawled out in a dead snooze*
*quietly gets up and heads into the bathroom, re-emerging after some minutes with clothes on and damp hair*
*walks around the bedroom and systematically turns all of the lights off, as he does every morning-after* *no questions asked*
*takes a moment to gaze down at his bedmate, smiling faintly with a blend of fondness, admiration, and perhaps a little touch of pity*
*finally flings the drapes open to allow the glaring mid-morning sun?light to blaze across the bed*
UP AND AT 'EM, SUNSHINE!! |
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[Jun. 3rd, 2008|08:57 pm] |
*has been somewhat left to his own devices since arriving in Gondolin* *decides to go for a walk*
*gets about three feet down the road before trying to phone his son and his -- whatever Maedhros is -- but gets no answer from either*
*because it's still early afternoon, figures that it's too early to go to the pub for an alcoholic drink but it's not to early to go the pub for a caffeinated drink*
*stops into the Sunflower Bar on Main Street and falters at the door* *really didn't think Karaoke Nights started at two o'clock* |
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