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[Feb. 11th, 2010|08:51 am] |
*before his first appointment of the morning, finally gets around to organizing the contents of his desk drawers, a task he's less apt to do now that he has a personal secretary (but which needs doing with the same frequency, it seems)*
*is sitting on the floor behind his desk, clearing out the bottom drawer when his hand falls on a sheet of paper long forgotten, a letter creased and well-worn (and much-loved)*
*flexes the sudden heavy feeling out of his fingers and manages to lift the letter out of the drawer, eyes and hands scanning the familiar lines (I love knowing that you're there for me) (you gave me a reason to keep going and to keep living)*
*pulls himself to his feet, crumpling the paper into a ball as he does, though he finds he doesn't need to see the words to remember them (I know that it's not the end of Órë if we do argue)*
*flattens the paper out again with a tiny sigh, smoothing it across his desk (here's to all the years together)*
*tears the letter, first into long strips and then into tiny, neat pieces as Esther's voice sounds over the intercom to tell him his nine o'clock is on his way in* |
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[Feb. 4th, 2010|11:44 pm] |
*has had a shitty week so far, to be honest*
*beginning with Sunday, in which she finally remembered her dream-husband and realized he was still her dream husband—but oh yes, he's thoroughly taken now* *by another guy, no less* *and the other guy is her friend and her boss* *yeah*
*continuing with Monday, in which she basically hid in her office all day and tried not to cry (again), and hoped like hell Erestor wouldn't decide to drop in on her anytime soon*
*continuing with Tuesday, in which her mother called to check in (apparently Freddy was worried over the whole Esther-crying thing, worried enough to mention it when he spoke to their mom the day before)* *which is kind of cute of him, but dammit, she doesn't want to talk to her mother about her (lack of a) love life*
*continuing with today, in which she's gotten another ad reply (a poetic yes to meeting at Edible Complex, six o'clock tonight), but instead of fluttering over to Ecthelion's office for more squealing squealing, she just kind of wants to... cry some more* (*her mystery man might be a prince in disguise, but he isn't her sweet, sunny, brilliant Merry, and no one ever will be*) |
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[Jan. 25th, 2010|10:59 pm] |
*is discharged the day after his operation and makes an immediate attempt to return to work (it doesn't take)*
*spends much of the first day circling his coffee table, eyeing the prescription painkillers but determined not to take them* *in a flash of insight, realises that maybe drinking alcohol really isn't a sensible alternative and so pours out the contents of the remaining bottles of whiskey and bourbon and gin and vodka (and and and) in his apartment* *has no real clue how long that resolution will last but is determined for today, at least*
*attempts to go to work the second day but finds it very frustrating, between the pain in his arm and the fact that he can only finger-peck at the keyboard, resulting in short, typo-filled emails which he has to correct painstakingly*
*finally, cuts out for a very early lunch and takes Marigold for a nice long walk on a circuitous route through the city* |
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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. 9th, 2010|10:08 pm] |
*has spent the last several days scrambling to put things back into some sort of order at the Harp, after his second-in-command randomly quit, WTF?* *could extract no better explanation from Yates than that he "intended to pursue other opportunities"*
*takes a short break from the craziness of combing through job applications (all of which have been carefully screened by Special Ops, unbeknownst to him) to kick his feet up on his desk and peruse the paper, giving special attention to the classifieds (the R series hasn't served him as well as he'd hoped, and really, they don't make 'em like they used to, anyway)*
*drops his feet to the floor in a hurry when his eyes alight on the personals (he reads them to laugh, shut the fuck up), one ad in particular*
...seeking one Masked Mystery Man claiming double-sided fax capabilities...
*reads through the rest of the little blurb, then the whole thing once more, unbelieving (but no, there's her name and c/o House of the Fountain (*spit*))*
*only spares a moment for the question of whether she's seen his handwriting before (most likely only his signature, and there's no way that's going on the reply)* *without any further thought, finds a clean sheet of paper and a bold black pen (Eru, a pen) and scrawls a reply as fast as his hand will move*
It seems even a woman who chooses to be single can enjoy the occasional cinnamon cookie. But two? I'm no less a coward. Are you still brave enough for both of us? Will you laugh at 'hello' doctrine to face dragons tall?
*makes himself stop then, think a moment* *adds a final, simple line (I want to see you again.) before sealing the note in an envelope and printing your name in neat block letters on the front* *does not chuck this into his outbox, oh no—will drop it in the mailbox on the corner, on his way out for lunch* *returns to the business of the day (only now he's whistling while he works)* |
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[Jan. 4th, 2010|09:09 pm] |
*heads over to Ecthelion's office late one morning, armed with a few phone messages and a cinammon roll from the break room* *would normally email the messages, and hasn't dared intrude on her boss' brooding space with something so inane as food in several weeks, but has decided that enough is enough* *anyway, Tanya will back her up if things backfire too badly*
*knocks on Ecthelion's door and peeks inside, all hopeful smiles* Sir? Do you have a moment? |
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[Jan. 3rd, 2010|01:20 am] |
*arrives back in Gondolin after an intensive photoshoot in Hithlum and is surprised to see that there are a couple of billboards up already from the first photoshoot he did in December, for Beleriand Spring Water (featuring him, shirtless, on a mountain)*
*after his first full day back, during which he maintained his newfound levels of efficiency, finds himself at a loose end in the evening so goes down to the gym (pretty sure that Ecthelion won't be there, what with his being a morning person and all)* *throws his stuff into a gym bag* *pours a big helping of food into Marigold's bowl (pure bribery so she won't miss him while he's out) and heads down to the gym, in a new car acquired for him by some advertising company or other* |
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[Dec. 16th, 2009|11:22 pm] |
*is highly unsettled by the strange goings-on at the Fountain but has tried not to listen to too much gossip until she's heard the full story from the Lord of the House himself* *nevertheless, has heard repeatedly about how Lord Glorfindel stormed off after a shouting match and saw boxes being shipped across to the House of the Flower*
*does what any self-respecting Third would do and keeps her distance* *for about five minutes before she does what any self-respecting, worried, younger sister would do* *descends on Ecthelion's office at the start of his prescribed lunch hour* |
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[Dec. 15th, 2009|01:49 pm] |
*works almost steadily through the afternoon, only taking a break to check on Erestor*
*doesn't think his gentle suggestion that Erestor try speaking to a professional again (and now he personally knows about the difficulties in making unpleasant therapy stick) was taken as anything approaching 'well'* *thinks it perhaps even less likely because he was careful to describe his concern as a friend and not as an employer (it's not as though Erestor's job performance has taken a hit, despite his problems, and anyway, his (Ecthelion's) worries go far beyond job performance)*
*as the end of the workday nears, starts musing on Glorfindel's meeting with Salgant, wondering whether Glorfindel managed to glean anything useful or whether Salgant was just his usual git self* |
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[Dec. 13th, 2009|11:38 pm] |
*having been the recipient of the glad tidings of Maeglin's whereabouts (ie: Not Gondolin), resists the urge to phone Ecthelion, partly to prove to himself that he can function without Ecthelion and partly because Ecthelion seems intent on totally ignoring Glorfindel's Post-It proposals and he's just not in the mood to argue about that right before his next errand*
*texts Ecthelion instead, to let him know what's going on (Maeglin confirmed to be somewhere near the sea. Will be in Ossiriand next week, according to his mother) and hopes that Ecthelion will understand the significance*
*takes a deep breath and makes his way towards the House of the Harp, where he has made an appointment with the Lord of the House* *hopes he looks suitably imposing, dressed as he is in a suit and open-collared shirt, lest he encounter that little shit of a second, Yates* |
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[Nov. 24th, 2009|07:33 pm] |
*has an appointment to keep!* *an actual on-the-books appointment, even*
*turns up precisely when he means to (that is to say, a good twenty minutes early) and makes a polite inquiry at reception* *considers signing his real name to the check-in log, just for a laugh, but decides he doesn't need to confuse the place's paper trail any more than necessary* |
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[Nov. 23rd, 2009|02:08 pm] |
*endures a rather trying therapy session first thing in the morning before heading over to the Fountain* *makes a mental note to never again schedule these appointments early in the day, if they're likely to ruin his mood so thoroughly*
*works steadily through until five o'clock, his day blessedly free of meetings*
*is therefore taken a little off guard when he hears a light knock on his open door and looks up to see someone other than one of his own staff poised to enter*
Oh. Come in?. |
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[Oct. 27th, 2009|06:52 pm] |
*is loafing around the break room on her lunch break, fiddling with the contacts in her phone* *figures she can probably delete most of her Grand Fork contacts, since she doesn't plan to set foot in that city ever again* *methodically cuts the A and B lists down to size* *...after a few minutes' thought, deletes the Cat's Eye number*
*reaches the Ds and pauses as a particular name is highlighted* *glances at the clock (plenty of time left) and chews her lip on a small smirk* Should I, or shouldn't I...? |
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[Sep. 14th, 2009|06:53 pm] |
*after a few days of the protest, is becoming more and more miffed by it all (if nothing else, the traffic around the Fountain gets backed up badly every day and that's hardly ecologically very sound)*
*decides to walk to work on Monday and just about reaches her limit (but manages not to throw any punches) when she is jeered and jostled as she walks through the Fountain front gate* *is grateful for the increased security but is absolutely fuming by the time she reaches her office and wonders if it would be really bad for Fountain PR if she put some of her military training into play?* |
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[Aug. 28th, 2009|09:38 pm] |
*four days into Ecthelion's tour abroad, has just about gotten a handle on the insanity that is to be his life for the next several weeks until his lord returns* *has also resigned himself to the fact that, between the added Fountain workload and his online regimen of master's coursework, adequate sleep is going to be a precious, precious luxury*
*has taken to occupying Ecthelion's office during business hours for convenience's sake, if only because Esther is running back and forth enough without making her traipse further than the next door over* (*is rediscovering how damned tall his boss is, what with having to readjust the monitor and pull everything on the desk closer together except the Hobble-head, that can stay where it is thankyou*) *haunts his own office before and after shift, then, to play the endless game of catch-up* *is beginning to seriously harbor thoughts of stashing a sleeping bag under his desk for emergency power-naps*
*is in the middle of signing off on the latest report from the accounts department—and Eru, the numbers are all beginning to swim together, at this point—when the desk phone bleeps with an incoming page* *snags the receiver and tucks it against his shoulder, half his attention still on the dotted line* Erestor. *listens for exactly one sentence before his hand is creeping up to hold the phone tighter to his ear, and the frown on his face is pure incredulity* ...We have a what? |
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[Aug. 15th, 2009|04:08 pm] |
*moseys into work at nine AM the morning after the ball, yawning and a little sluggish but relatively chipper*
*is both surprised and unsurprised to learn that Ecthelion hasn't made an appearance yet, but waves off Pete's offer to call their lord and check in* *figures Ecthelion might be catching up on the past thirty years or so of lost sleep, or (more likely) getting ready for his show*
*heads upstairs and stops off in the break room for cooooooffeeeeeee coffee, snorting his amusement at the sign someone's tacked up on the board:*
ATTN: Staff
Yes, attendance is mandatory.
Bring your lighters.
-Mgmt
*ahahaha, nice*
*finally gets into his office and settles at his computer, diving right into the morning's email traffic* |
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[Aug. 8th, 2009|05:45 pm] |
*feels slightly like a fish out of water, walking into the House of the Fountain's main foyer* *knew the place was big, sure, it looked big from the parking lot—but it's also grand and pristine and all official-like on the inside* *in other words, pretty far removed from anywhere a small-town boy might otherwise frequent*
*is nothing but smiles and warm handshakes, though, as he's introduced to various employees (Pete at the front desk) (Elise and Jürgon over the coffee pot) (Toby, who already had an urgent question for Jackie and it's not even eight AM yet)* *does like seeing this side of his boyfriend, definitely, but all at once? it's a little overwhelming*
*shifts his duffel strap over his shoulder and mutters an aside to Jackie as they traipse down yet another long, brightly lit corridor lined with offices* Everyone's calling you 'sir'. I feel like I should've worn my good shoes? |
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[Aug. 3rd, 2009|11:08 pm] |
*Constructs an elaborate fleet of paper ships and sets them afloat in Ecthelion's fountain.*
*Takes a deep breath, huffs and puffs at the boats to create a miniature gale (idly wonders if it's blasphemous to play at pretending to be Manwë).*
*Pushes his hand through the water to simulate a wave (has a strong, unexplainable suspicion that Ulmo doesn't have a problem with blasphemy).* |
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[Aug. 2nd, 2009|05:17 pm] |
*reports for work Monday morning (against her roommates' advice) and whisks through the front foyer and up to her office, hardly stopping to say hello to anyone along the way, keeping her head down (her hair over her face) and her hands busy in her bag (looking for something)*
*breathes a little once she's slipped through her door* *sits at her desk, takes out her compact and checks the mirror, grimacing at her reflection* *the heavier foundation's doing its job pretty well, but there isn't much she can do to hide the split in her lip or the cut at her hairline* *never mind the ugly bruise at her hip that's making it difficult to sit still for long*
*stashed the compact in her drawer for easy access and gets to work, already mentally rehearsing her story* *as an afterthought, drops a handful of paperclips on the floor (just in case she needs an excuse to temporarily hide under her desk)* |
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[Jul. 31st, 2009|01:17 pm] |
*sits in his living room, going over the Harp particulars with Lucas Yates in preparation for his leaving Gondolin for several weeks (weeks) on his tour* *there's still a little time left, but his schedule is such a fright, he wanted to be certain of covering all his bases early*
*doesn't exactly relish holding these meetings in his private quarters, considering, but continues to swallow his discomfort anyway (let people gossip if they like; that's still preferable to them wondering why Yates is there at all)*
*made sure, after he let Yates in, to take a seat in his armchair and leave his Second the sofa* *doesn't really think Yates capable of such unprofessional behavior in what is clearly a work setting, but why tempt fate?*
*leans forward to look at Yates' laptop screen* That's the rest of Theatre in the Park sorted, then. I can't imagine Lord Salgant will have any issues there but of course he's doing double duty. |
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