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[Oct. 25th, 2008|08:11 pm] |
*makes his way down to one of the quieter coffee shops on campus, following a morning's tough football training*
*finds a quiet corner in which to study (and mainline coffee) but soon finds his afternoon disrupted by droves of Fëanor's students who appear to have worked out his Saturday schedule and have no compunction about interrupting it in order to ask advice on the latest assignment* *of course, is really too nice to tell them all to fuck off and listen in future*
*really shouldn't have gotten out of bed today* |
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[Oct. 20th, 2008|01:50 pm] |
*prompted by severe Vitamin D deficiency his sister's gentle entreaties (and those of Telimektar, though he still isn't sure why he's lucky enough to have a Vala around with a vested interest in his well-being), gathers his inner strength in an attempt to actually leave his dorm and brave the battlefield outside*
*gets as far as the really quite state-of-the-art officers' mess (a.k.a. dining hall) on the ground floor of his building before his courage gives out*
*slinks inside and begs rations (in the name of the High Prince) from the bewildered people operating the facility before finding himself an empty table in the corner* |
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[Oct. 4th, 2008|11:16 am] |
*has decided to start his lab fieldwork out around the OU campus, since it's fairly close to his job and the university landscaping might have a lot of variety to offer*
*crouches next to one of the little trees lining the walkway leading to the Student Union, carefully inspecting the bark and scribbling shorthand observations on his notepad* *thinks he'll have to get the school's permission to actually treat the fungus he's spotted, but doesn't anticipate any problems with that*
*would make the occasional glance-around to be sure no one's trying to get his attention, but to be honest, isn't all that concerned* *is pretty absorbed in his work, anyway* |
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[Sep. 28th, 2008|05:21 pm] |
*having met with his father and explored the Engineering Department of O.U., has found himself in a very unusual situation* *has more or less been informed that, if he passes some sort of -- proficiency? exam?, he could be admitted on a fast-track course with the express intention of training him to be qualified as a tutor/lecturer in two years (because of his background, high skill levels and, he can only assume, his contacts in the region)*
*thus, finds himself rather at a loss: has been given an honest-to-Eru opportunity to stop being an amused spectator in this lifetime* *opts to invest in a couple of engineering books (light reading, more than anything) in order to look into this in a bit more depth*
*finds a table outside a café at the edge of the student quarter and keeps his sunglasses and woolly hat on, so no one recognises him* |
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[Sep. 21st, 2008|09:31 pm] |
*a number of days after her visit to her son, still hasn't quite recovered from the verbal abuse she received from him* *has tried to justify it in her head (he's troubled; he's having difficulty settling in at military school; he doesn't have a father-figure) but doesn't actually talk to anyone about it*
*withdraws into herself a little and, given her physical appearance (getting fatter) and her sister's return to Ossiriand, finds it quite easy to avoid Celegorm (and does not sleep in his bed anymore)*
*goes to Ossiriand University Hospital for her fortnightly check-up and is assured that everything is progressing well* *emerges from the hospital at a bit of a loss as to what to do next* |
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[Sep. 14th, 2008|11:28 am] |
*re-opens her office at OU for the fall term of classes*
*does a cleansing with some crystals and incense and sends a mental note to her hubby she's all settled*
*has some vague sense of disquiet among the administrative staff about things like "grades for the spring term" and "syllabi", and oh my those things will just work themselves out, won't they?
*also hears some titterings about the new fella and how he's all dark and brooding and handsome*
*curious, goes down to wander aimlessly until she finds the linguistics department to check it out* |
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[Sep. 7th, 2008|04:24 pm] |
*never really thought that his second-eldest brother had a sense of humour but has the evidence in his hands*
*with some amusement and a bit of pride, makes his way to the university campus to meet his father for coffee*
*tips the department secretaries a salute on his way through to his father's office* *raps on the door* |
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[Sep. 4th, 2008|04:15 pm] |
*wanders around Ossiriand, bag slung over his shoulder, breathing a little easier because he knows there is no way a Fëanorian would agree to an extradition with Thingol*
*wonders what the housing market is like here, and whether he should buy or rent or even short-term lease* (*it helps to be able to pick up and run at a moment's notice*)
*eventually winds up on the OU campus, hoping to find out about off-campus housing from the Student Union* |
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[Aug. 28th, 2008|12:13 pm] |
*finds her mother's oh so casual mention of lunch with her father to be intriguing* *very, very intriguing*
*thinks it's a good sign her master-plan is working* *which is good, because her master-plan really only went as far as "get to Ossiriand and magic will happen"*
*wants to keep things going in the right direction (moving here will help)*
*waits until her mother has gone off to her brother's house to help with secret painting projects* *goes for a walk and dials her father's office number* |
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[Aug. 26th, 2008|12:55 pm] |
*spends the morning attempting to finish the syllabus for his undergraduate classes*
*finally gives up and throws the books against the wall, one by one*
Too basic, but they'll never understand it anyway. *bang* The author doesn't even know what he's talking about. *bang* I don't even know what the author's talking about. *bang*
*looks over to the 'computer' on his desk and shakes his head* *takes out a notebook and begins writing, intent on making his own superior textbook*
*stops an hour later when he realizes his intellect is far beyond the common student*
*picks up the phone and dials* Save me from my job before I murder again. |
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[Aug. 18th, 2008|09:07 am] |
*with his mission in mind, travels to Ossiriand to pick up the most visible threads of the trail*
*asks around until he is directed to speak with one of the recent victims, who has been released from the psychiatric ward of the hospital despite his very tenuous mental condition (apparently not all that out of the ordinary for him)*
*finds the building in which Ingil has been assigned a more-or-less permanent dorm room and knocks on the door*
*after no answer to repeated knocks, simply tries the knob and finds it unlocked, and a warm, gentle breeze blowing through an open window inside* |
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[Jul. 22nd, 2008|07:18 pm] |
*has by now heard (courtesy of her cousin) the entire tale of the ghastly joke perpetrated by her sister* *so they're speaking now, and not raising a baby together, or...? whatever, she doesn't get it. she'll never get it.*
*is appalled, if not terribly surprised, that Celegorm is as amused as he is by her sister's unparalleled cuntliness (not to mention his own utter lack of responsibility)*
*decides that it's as good a time as any to piss him off pay a visit to Gondolin (via Menegroth)*
*stops by Gil-galad's dorm first, though, to say goodbye (and hopefully restore her good mood before she leaves town)* *will really love it when she's not traveling somewhere else every two days, though* |
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[Jul. 14th, 2008|08:04 pm] |
*lands in Ossiriand in the early hours of the morning* *is still not a fan of any part of flying but at least it wasn't dark*
*gets into a taxi without really paying any attention to the direction they're taking because his phone rings* Hello? -- Yeah, speaking. *listens before laughing* How did you get this number? Am I going to have to get my lawyers onto you? *waits for the response* Oh, my lawyers gave you my number? I'm gonna have to get new lawyers. *waits a beat* Or a new number.
*rummages in his bag while talking* OK. Shoot. *produces a gun* Blue. No, of course not really. Yellow, it's always yellow. *produces a second gun* I'm sorry, what? Have I ever--? Oh, always. Perpetually. *pins the phone between his ear and his shoulder* Oh, I wouldn't say that. *deftly begins to load one of the guns (with blanks)* Spiders. No, really. Would I lie? *loads the other gun* Well, except for the blue thing. *passes one of the guns to Ecthelion* Absolutely not. Never. |
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[Jun. 30th, 2008|01:20 pm] |
*stops for an ice cream cone after his late-morning class (Intro to Molecular Gastronomy, not that he could tell you as much)*
*espies a curious, oddly-shaped campus building he's never today seen*
*wanders over to sit happily on the steps in the bright daylight and lick his very melty scoop of Pralinsanity™* |
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[Jun. 18th, 2008|04:27 pm] |
*has pitched up in Ossiriand, of all places* *really has nowhere better to be*
*is Just Another Girl in a nondescript white sundress, loitering under one of the trees on the university campus*
*watches the students, staff, and other passers-by with varying degrees of interest*
*was thinking she might take up another courier job hereabouts, just to get out and around?* *judging from the people she's seeing, there are definite entertainment possibilities*
*hopes so, anyway--the last place was boring* (*as the string of ghastly unsolved murders will attest*) |
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[Apr. 26th, 2008|12:00 pm] |
*is rather pleased with her new catch*
*with principal photography back on schedule, decides to take a day trip to Ossiriand for a meeting with the local sponsors* *informs her staff that yes, she will be gone all day, and no, she does not want to be bothered unless something is on fire or someone is dead* *...* *scratch that, she does not want to be bothered at all* *just clean up the mess and give her the details when she gets back*
*wraps up the meeting in the early afternoon, as expected*
*heads over to the university, armed with a copy of her brother's class schedule* *finds a bench outside the lecture hall he's supposedly occupying and takes a seat to wait* |
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[Apr. 6th, 2008|05:27 pm] |
*knew that, sooner or later, the lure of an unmissable business proposal would prove too much*
*packs her bag and having left instructions1 with Elrond (even though she knows that it's not necessary), travels to Ossiriand*
*makes her way to the university campus and goes into the rather cramped student coffee shop*
*meets with the manager and has a short tour (short being the operative word)*
*finally, almost satisfied, sits down in the corner of the coffee shop, with the accounts from the previous year as well as a full plan of the premises*
1Including: a full list of Arwen's clothes, cross-checked with the days of the week and weather suitability, a daily meal plan, a schedule for phone calls with her Mummy so she doesn't miss the sound of her voice, &c, &c |
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[Mar. 21st, 2008|07:11 pm] |
*on the morning after the Panthers' terribly exciting -- and successful -- grudge match against the Khazad College team which culminated in a punch-up between both teams' mascot, decides to visit his father on-campus*
*sits down outside his office and waits* *informs a passing secretary that he's here to see the Professor?* *is informed that the Professor is teaching a class* *enquires as to whether he can wait in the Professor's office?* *is told that this is not possible*
*sighs*
*stands up and repeats the question from his considerable height*
*is shown into Fëanor's office*
*leans against the desk and waits for his father* |
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[Mar. 17th, 2008|07:02 am] |
*stargazes from the roof of the Administration building until his favorite has all but faded from view beneath the growing glow of the day Lights*
*stands, stretches, and gathers his blanket, intending to go in to bed before the world wakes*
*happens to look down from the rooftop and sees a lone figure on the street far below and some distance away, dark hair whipping wildly in the wind*
*watches for a while as a second figure, brighter in the morning light, eventually joins the first* *listens to two distant, agitated voices rising higher and higher, though he can't make out the words*
*follows the golden shape with smiling interest as it breaks free of the dark one's grasp and begins walking in his direction* *eventually loses sight of it over the edge when it (no, he—it's a he) enters the very same building he, Ingil, is standing on* *imagine that* |
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[Mar. 10th, 2008|09:44 pm] |
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*having cadged a lift with his cousin to Ossiriand, stops by the regional Office Supplies office which always cheers him up (because he's still the top regional salesman* *the pictures lining the wall behind the office reception desk say so!*
*makes his way to the university football ground a short while before it's due to start*
*buys himself a ticket and a giant foam hand and gets himself a good, touchline seat*
Go Panthers, what? |
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