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[Feb. 20th, 2009|10:53 am] |
*has been hanging out with Elliott on a pretty regular basis now, which strikes him as kind of amazing considering he didn't even want to meet the guy* *still doesn't watch much TV, but does catch a bit of his double's soap once in a while just to accumulate more teasing-fodder*
*once or twice, catches himself starting to sign my twin instead of my double when referring to Elliott* *isn't particularly bothered by the association (might even like it, actually), but isn't sure he's ready to let anyone else in on it*
*gets an odd text from his twin/double one afternoon, asking him whether he might bring along an interpreter the next time they get together?* *agrees readily enough (the typing back and forth has been fine so far—and Elliott's picked up some common signs already—but maybe he has something in mind that'll preclude using the laptop for that?)*
*in due course, finds himself sitting opposite Elliott and Jason at an obscure little Thai place* *conversationally* So, do you actually eat Thai, or did you just try to pick the last place the crazy fangirls would think to look for you? |
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[Feb. 1st, 2009|06:25 pm] |
*following a two-hour marathon of Super Moria Bros. (which was pretty productive on the whole, even if the next level turned out to be even more frustrating), cracks out the orange Jell-O and switches on the TV, settling down on the couch*
*offers one of the bowls to Ethan, grinning widely* *remembers to enunciate carefully* For you. |
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[Jan. 14th, 2009|12:08 am] |
*following the disturbing run-in at the coffee shop, goes straight over to the fine arts building and finds an unoccupied piano room* *bends to the keys and runs through his favorite pieces of music (note by note, chord by chord, forte and piano, decrescendo and prestissimo, all rhythm and vibration and the distant knowledge (memory) of music he has never heard), until his fingers are sore and his neck is stiff* *doesn't notice the small audience collecting outside the door until he's getting up to go, at which point he doesn't much care*
*does indeed meet Gil-galad for that drink, but is fairly unwilling to discuss his double* *asks for his name, finally, but leaves it at that*
*the next day, gets up and does some online research (Elliott Burkholder)(newest heartthrob to hit primetime TV)(yet another talented bite of eyecandy from the AOT buffet)* *isn't sure what to make of the hype, but in any event, eventually finds what he's looking for* *considers his options and places a few text messages before heading out to Mindon Studios, a short-notice interpreter in tow* |
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[Jan. 5th, 2009|06:24 pm] |
*is pretty much on cloud nine at the moment!*
*had a great Erumas, between his family and the AOT cast party, and brought Finduilas to the New Years celebration at his parents' place* *was pretty pleased with how the latter bit turned out, actually—managed to talk his mom down some in the week beforehand, so she wouldn't be quite so worked-up about having cEleBRiTieS in her home* *and Finduilas seemed to enjoy herself, too, which absolutely made his whole night*
*is on his way to the set (no rest for the wicked or those who play wicked on TV, maybe?) one morning and decides to pop into a little coffee joint on the fringe of OU's campus, thinking to grab a pair of hot chocolates for himself and Finduilas* *shrugs his scarf up closer to his chin and tries to be inconspicuous as he gets in line* |
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[Dec. 7th, 2008|02:50 pm] |
*returns to his dorm room after an early morning shift at the greenhouse*
*has a few hours before class, but doesn't feel like hauling himself all the way over to the fine arts building right now* *figures he can transfer lab data from his notes to the spreadsheets while he waits, so settles at his desk and boots up the laptop*
*opens his mail program to start with and ditches the junk mail, scanning through a few notes from friends and one from his father (smile)*
*chews his lip a moment, pondering* *hits the Compose button* Hi, Káni. What are you up to today? *has no idea if she'll even get the message before he has to go, but sends it anyway* |
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[Nov. 14th, 2008|02:06 pm] |
*meets up with some of the other deaf students on campus for lunch, still rather preoccupied two days after the fact*
*soon finds himself asking whether anyone knows a Káni (Celegorm's cousin? student here? might be a heavy drinker?), and is surprised when one of the girls replies that oh yeah, Káni was in a couple of her classes a year back—she seemed like a wild card, but she was definitely the smartest person in that class (might have been smarter than the prof, even)*
*chews over that all the way to the lab, finally deciding that at the very least, he owes her a proper explanation and possibly an apology*
*sets up his laptop on an unoccupied table, finds Káni's email address (having written it down on paper almost immediately after leaving Celegorm's grounds), and sends her a short, simple message:*
Hi. It's Ethan, the deaf plant guy from the other day. I think there might have been a little miscommunication somewhere. Try again? |
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[Nov. 9th, 2008|11:48 pm] |
*decides she wants to get away from the noise and bustle of campus for a little while and so gathers up notebooks full of data and takes a taxi out to Celegorm's house so she can relax (and be waited on) and write up that week's lab report*
*makes sure to choose a time when she has it on good authority her sister will be shopping in town with their mother (because even though things have been unusually calm between them lately, why tempt fate?)*
*spends some time sprawled out on the living room couch, working, but eventually bores of this endeavor*
*wanders upstairs to check that the "secret" nursery still looks presentable (it does) before the thought enters her mind to start properly baby-proofing the house and grounds*
*heads out back, toward the pool (closed up for the winter), half expecting to find that Celegorm has affixed shiny objects to the ground in a path convenient to lead a crawling baby straight to the deep end* *finds nothing of the sort, of course(?), but lingers a moment, thinking how odd it is that these were once her home and her pool and her grounds, in a manner of speaking, and how they still are, in some strange way (a rather intangible way, nonetheless)* |
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[Nov. 3rd, 2008|12:10 pm] |
*is out by the OU Studen Union again, having obtained permission from the grounds crew to treat the affected trees as part of his labwork*
*takes a break around noon and stops into the campus deli for a sandwich* *is almost immediately accosted by two girls he doesn't recognize, who are chattering far too quickly and excitably for him to make out anything they're saying*
*ascertains that their excitement has to do with the magazine one of them is waving around?* *catches a glimpse of the cover: a promotional photo of some ensemble cast or other, and a big "IV" header planted among the various article splashes*
*finally steps back and shakes his head, signing more choppily than normal to get the girls' attention* I don't know what you're talking about. Either slow down or leave me alone.
*isn't surprised when the girls trade stymied looks (he's deaf?) and apologetically withdraw, but is a little confused when they continue to watch him, gabbling amongst themselves and gesturing to their magazine*
*purchases his lunch and settles down at a corner table to eat, studiously ignoring the rest of the patrons* |
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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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