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[Nov. 23rd, 2008|07:01 pm] |
*drives himself home from... wherever he was last night (something about a development strategy session)*
*smoothly navigates the not at all pressing late-morning traffic on his way back to the Pillar*
*or at least, smoothly until his two-door sedan encounters a sidewalk (then a fire hydrant, then a mailbox, then a building wall) somewhere outside the Swallow*
*is fortunately knocked out, then pillowed by, the air bag, well enough remain unperturbed by the act of the crash (the blood alcohol levels may also be a factor)* |
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[Nov. 19th, 2008|10:33 pm] |
*drops her penitent and half-sauced Twin off at his House before jumping back on her original course*
*arrives in at the Fountain and breezes through the front foyer* Heya, Pete. Ecthelion in his cave? *waves* Nah, don't bother, I'll surprise him.
*makes her way up to her fellow Lord's office and bumps the door the rest of the way open* *non-combatively brightly conversationally* Hey, Bubs! Got a few? |
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[Nov. 17th, 2008|07:39 pm] |
*is just about to send out a search party for Ecthelion, as soon as he gets through his paper and coffee (some people get it done before 9am on a normal schedule thankyouverymuch)*
*is greeted with the inconceivable sight of Ecthelion kissing Glorfindel*
*...*
*no, but...*
*makes his way to the Fountain to laugh off the stupid prank ha ha ha right?!?!* |
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[Nov. 10th, 2008|07:20 pm] |
*right then! owes certain people a Sandwich (or five)* *...okay, so Buttercup's skipped town (what the friggin' eff?), but Bubbles shouldn't be too hard to track down*
*sticks several foil-wrapped sandwiches of various make in a plastic bag and heads out* *as planned, meets Egalmoth at the Fountain's main gate* What's up, Eggs? D'ya bring the stuff? |
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[Oct. 24th, 2008|12:03 pm] |
*was concerned (if not altogether surprised) to get word of the cancellation* *wonders, not for the first time, whether Ecthelion's throat is up to handling a death sub yet* *maybe a melt-in-your-mouth Philly steak 'n cheese?*
*is also fairly unsurprised when Erestor turns up at the Swallow in short order, which seems to have become something of a routine now that the lackey is temporarily filling his boss' shoes* *presses the intercom button, answering the front desk* Yeah, Pete, send him up. Mac, too, if you see him—oh, and tell Erestor to mind the ladders, dammit. Bloody hazards. |
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[Oct. 13th, 2008|05:22 pm] |
*was still in the card room the previous night when he got a series of pages*
*has sent his men out on street patrol (order is the name of the game, let's keep it cool boys, it'll be over before you know it)*
*after several hours of discovering it's actually not going to be over before they know it, sends half his squad to Gondolin Memorial (telling them to practice a lot of "Ma'am. Ma'am stay calm everything will be fine." on the way over)*
*sends his report to Rôg and is on his way to the Swallow for their report when he sees an explosion near the city limits*
*looking for Duilien in the floody mayhem* Arch is secure. Fucked if I know what else is. ... You need a wrench? |
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[Oct. 10th, 2008|05:06 pm] |
*has spent much of her time closeted in her office since the senior staff meeting, going over things with a fine-toothed comb in light of Ecthelion's revelations* *as far as theories go, can't come up with anything better than what's already on the table (I believe this threat to be personal), but is hoping another look-through might inspire a good argument against Ecthelion's proposed solution (I will take the trouble with me)* (*an argument he might actually listen to, that is, since he's likely already heard variations on "don't be stupid" and "this is suicide"*)
*several hours later, is frustrated and no closer to a brilliant epiphany than she was before* *glances up at the clock (late afternoon already?), knowing that her fellow Lord is due to leave early the next morning*
*makes a quick decision and dials Ecthelion's cellular* |
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[Oct. 5th, 2008|06:24 pm] |
| [ | Tags | | | &duilin&ecthelion, &duilin&egalmoth, &ecthelion&egalmoth, &ecthelion&glorfindel, &ecthelion&rog, &ecthelion&salgant, &ecthelion&tuor, &rog&salgant, @gondolin:palace, duilin, ecthelion, egalmoth, glorfindel, rog, salgant, tuor, turgon | ] |
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*arrives at the palace and makes his way to the main conference room for the regular senior staff meeting*
*sees he is the first to arrive and so takes his appointed place at the table to get situated and wait for the others*
*carefully lays out his notes and wishes he wrote down what he wants to say so he could just recite it and not have to look at anyone's reactions while he says it* |
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[Sep. 12th, 2008|10:22 am] |
*hasn't recovered much more information about the current situation since checking in with Duilien*
*has, however, spent enough time mediating crowds and traffic in the city that he is dangerously close to damaging his hair calm*
*leaves his House second to manage the rest of the night and heads for the club, shuffling fingers itchy*
*lines up a few empty shot glasses on the bar top, photographs them with his phone camera, and sends the picture to Duilien as a missive* |
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[Sep. 1st, 2008|03:24 pm] |
*arrived back from Hithlum in the nick of time before Gondolin went into lockdown*
*checks in at his House and leaves a phone message for Ecthelion, before heading right over to Duilien's to see if there's an update* |
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[Aug. 29th, 2008|11:19 am] |
*has had an extremely busy time of it since word came through of the alert and subsequent city-wide lockdown* *because of course, every event coordinator in town wants to know whether their weddings/concerts/parties/recitals/bar mitzvahs are still going to go on as planned? and they didn't know whether to call the Harp or the Swallow? and they probably just don't want to deal with Sally*
(*never mind the facts that there are old-school monsters on the loose, and a good man is already in the hospital, and the King has locked down the City*)
*hunts through the stacks of file folders on her desk for a few minutes before paging her second-in-command* Mac? Where's the number for that woman with the dog show? You know, the nutbar with the poodle hair? |
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[Aug. 23rd, 2008|11:26 am] |
*receives official word of her punishment for scaring the shit out of Salgant (again)* *formal apology (whatever, probably has a stack of those on file by now) and... mock turtlenecks?* *oh, man, smallest price for biggest payoff, EVER*
*sets to writing the apology:*
( My dear Lord Salgant... )
*makes two copies as ordered, sends one to the Palace and the other to the Harp, and goes about acquiring her mock-turtlenecks* *is thinking she'll get them in the Swallow's colors, with fun things printed on the necks ("Ondolindë > You", "Hitchcock was RIGHT", "+50% Charm/Intimidate", etc.)* |
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[Aug. 16th, 2008|10:36 pm] |
*finishes her shift about two hours after she thought she would which would be fine except that her mobile phone battery has died and his number is on her phone and she's no good at remembering numbers (that aren't blood test results or vital signs)*
*grabs a quick shower in the on-call room and dashes out through the paeds wing of the hospital* *is stopped by a couple of the nurses from the paediatric ward* No no no, I'm officially not here. Page Dwight, he's on now! *scurries off and calls, over his shoulder* No, it's not a date, I'm not even wearing make-up!
*makes her way to a Telerin bistro on Court Street and thinks it looks sort of like they're shutting down for the night??* |
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[Aug. 16th, 2008|08:15 pm] |
*is doing OK in rehab (no, really, thanks for asking)* *hasn't had a drink for days and is being weaned off various sedatives and stimulants*
*has just encountered a slight problem (very minor, really) and that is, while he's in solitary (not to be confused with a private, very cushy room), the staff have been interpreting lights-out very literally and have, in fact, been turning out the lights, plunging his room (solitary, not private) into darkness*
*thus, has been unable to sleep because of the complete inability to do anything but sit on his bed, knees drawn up to his chest, staring sightlessly into the blackness, heart pounding, throat dry, until the first sign of sunrise* (*might just be on the verge of another massive breakdown, is all, but that's OK; hasn't had a drink for days and is being weaned off various sedatives and stimulants*)
*during the morning, borrows paper and a pen from one of the nurses and sits down to write twenty drafts of a note that he'll never send*
Dear Ecthelion,
I know I said I wouldn't I did mean to try I promised and I'm not taking back that promise I'm really really sorry to bother you but they keep turning out the lights I think I'm going mad I was hoping you could help. There is no way of writing this without sound like a girl/weakling/coward. They keep turning out the lights at night. I don't know how to ask them not to.
Please help I am so sorry. I'm so sorry. So, so sorry. I'll stay in my room. You won't ever have to see me.
Glorfindel
*folds it into an envelope and shoves it into his pocket (just doesn't know why) before going outside and sitting in a corner of the garden that gets the most sun* |
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[Aug. 15th, 2008|05:04 pm] |
*is out on her Friday evening run, the route of which takes her right past the House of the Fountain*
*as she does every third such occasion, decides to stop by and say hi* *knows Ecthelion'll be in--the poor guy doesn't exactly have a social life, y'know?* (*despite best efforts*)
*jogs into the courtyard, all short shorts and long legs and flushed cheeks, and tosses off a cheery salute to the guards/clerks* Hey, boys! Somebody go fetch the boss, yeah? And tell him to bring an apple or something!
*watches the men scramble to comply and glances down at her chest in private amusement* I wonder if I was that bad before I made your acquaintance, ladies? We'll have to ask Eggs sometime. |
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[Jul. 31st, 2008|09:19 pm] |
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*does his absolute best job to prepare for a night out on the town*
*also does his absolute best job to prepare a working evening*
*just loves combining his two favourite things*
*escorts Anaire out to the cocktail lounge to meet the boys (and girl) in due course* |
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[Jul. 30th, 2008|03:32 pm] |
*invites Salgant to her House for a meeting re: possible sites for Glorfindel's simul-cast venue*
*sets herself up in a conference room with a wide table, ensuring she has all of the relevant maps, sketches, estimates, and schedules on-hand*
*lays the paperwork and such out in a neat line along one side of the table*
*moves around to the other side and begins unlatching the heavy cases stacked against the wall*
*smiles very privately to herself when she's told her fellow Lord has arrived* Bring him on in, Mac. Let's get this horror show on the road. |
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[Jul. 20th, 2008|11:47 am] |
*leaves lunch thinking her daughter is probably feeling... like herself again?* *or maybe just needs a little more time>* :s
*and so impressed with how nice Glorfindel was and not at all assuming and was so good about talking with them and even left an invite to his concert and everything*
*inquires about Erestor in the palace and doesn't find him there* *goes out to shop in the city for a bit, wondering if he's about* |
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