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[Feb. 22nd, 2010|01:21 pm] |
*sits alone at her dining room table, poking her half-eaten dinner-for-one and gently trying to prop up the last not-quite-wilted flower in her bouquet* *an effort which becomes moot when that final bloom gives up the fight and drops from its stem, flopping uselessly to the tabletop*
*sighs morosely (it's been a week since she placed yet another ad, trying to reconnect with her mystery man (if only to apologize and explain him away), but the paper's been dead silent)* *flicks the flower and addresses the empty air in a fit of pique* Fine. Be like that, you shy jerk. Forget it. *lipwobble* Forget it.
*starts when her mobile goes off* *doesn't feel like talking to anyone right now, but picks it up to check the ID anyway* *...and freezes* *...and for no reason she can rightly discern, presses Talk* |
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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. 23rd, 2010|05:32 pm] |
*is in Buckleburgh for the weekend, visiting her brother and brother's girlfriend (who's actually turned out to be a cool chick to hang out with, good for Freddy!)* *left strict orders for her housemates to collect and scour the newspapers for an answering ad while she's gone, of course*
*Sunday afternoon, finds herself installed up at the counter at Freddy's flapjack joint right after the lunch rush* *is planning to kidnap her brother for a matinee film before she leaves town, as soon as Fred finishes up in the back*
*sips her milkshake and swings her feet bouncily, reading through the local paper's movie reviews and trying to decide which silly comedy the sibling would like more* (*is a good sister like that*) |
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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. 9th, 2010|08:20 pm] |
*attends Ecthelion's almost-impromptu Friday night gig with Esther and is, as always, blown away by her big brother's talent* *couldn't help but notice that the character of his newest songs verged on the melancholy wrist-slittingly depressing soulful side*
*does, under Ecthelion's advice, keep an eye open for Salgant and Roxy just in case either of them get it into their heads to ruin Ecthelion's catharsis performance* *knows she's more than capable of taking them both* *also, and not under Ecthelion's advice, keeps an eye open for Glorfindel so that she can politely tell him to sling his hook, should he turn up*
*has a pint ready and waiting for him after the show (and is remarkably sober as she has been pacing herself - until Ecthelion can catch up)* |
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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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[Dec. 20th, 2009|04:38 pm] |
*is starting to wonder whether there's something in the Fountain's water, because between Erestor's mysterious retreat into hermitude and Ecthelion's breakup... un-Ecthelion-ness all around, the atmosphere at the House has gone cool and quiet*
*decides this requires a meeting of the sane people (i.e., herself and Tanya), and so arranges to meet with the Fountain Third at their current favorite restaurant/pub* *arrives in a few minutes late, hastily put together but looking pretty fabulous all told (the work of her ever-helpful roommates)* *unwinds her scarf and looks around for her fellow Fountain* |
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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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[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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[Sep. 9th, 2009|09:30 pm] |
*having escaped the lunacy that is the Ecthelion-less Fountain (for the weekend, anyway), is in Buckleburgh for her brother's birthday*
*thought it might be a little strange, camping out on her brother's couch, but it's doubly weird considering her brother's girlfriend is also in residence half the time* *didn't even know Fred was cool enough to be dating anyone*
*Saturday morning, finds herself parked on a stool in her brother's diner (the name of which is hilarious to her—Fat Fred's, pfft, when Freddy's never been able to gain an ounce), helping herself to some of the best pancakes she's ever had* *damn, but that boy can cook* *...which might explain the girlfriend, at least!* |
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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. 11th, 2009|11:48 am] |
| [ | Tags | | | &ecthelion&glorfindel, &ecthelion&meleth, &erestor&estella, &estella&salgant, &glorfindel&idril, &idril&maeglin, &idril&salgant, &maeglin&salgant, @gondolin:palace, ecthelion, erestor, estella, glorfindel, idril, lucas, maeglin, meleth, nimloth, salgant | ] |
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*on the evening of the ball, gets all dressed up in her bright yellow gown (it's poofy!) and her jeweled mask and goes downstairs to join the gathering throng*
*wanders among all the people (there are a lot of them throughout the palace, considering she's invited all the staff from all the Houses), oohing and ahhing at all the beautiful, colorful costumes and trying to guess who's who*
*thinks that tall and muscly one over there is probably Egalmoth, and oh, there's her aunt, surely, resplendent in white, and her little cousin (and she breathes a little sigh of relief because it seems Lómion must have gone back to Uncle Fingon's after all)*
*can't guess who most people are (even the really obvious ones), though she never forgets a name, but it's great fun to try!* *collects a glass of champagne and whirls and twirls around the ballroom, humming to herself and eagerly awaiting Tuor's arrival* |
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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. 25th, 2009|10:12 pm] |
*has found himself taking up space in Ecthelion's office on a much more regular basis than usual, both because he's absorbing parts of his lord's workload (with or without Ecthelion's expressed consent) and because it's becoming a sort of habit between them, dropping in on each other as friends do* *not that they were ever unfriendly before, but slogging through the past year of hell has definitely left its mark for the better*
*sets his coffee on the edge of Ecthelion's desk and quickly flips through his topmost manila folder as he continues* Anyway, these are the req forms, they're all set to go, they just need your signature or my forgery. *closes that folder and moves it to the bottom of the pile in his lap, opening the second one down* This... what are these?... oh, this is finished, too, I'll drop it with Esther on my way out. *and on to the third folder, which he holds up in raised-eyebrow emphasis* Peak North. Again.
*conversationally* On a related note—as of this morning's meeting with the Registrar of Retirees with Nothing Better To Do, I've decided I don't want to be you when I grow up. |
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[Jul. 18th, 2009|09:02 pm] |
| [ | Tags | | | &ecthelion&erestor, &ecthelion&estella, &ecthelion&glorfindel, &ecthelion&salgant, &elemmakil&erestor, &erestor&estella, &erestor&glorfindel, &estella&salgant, &glorfindel&salgant, @gondolin:fountain, danielle, ecthelion, elemmakil, erestor, estella, georgia, glorfindel, salgant | ] |
*it's a bright and sunny Saturday afternoon, and the place to be is the House of the Fountain's annual barbecue!*
*per her roommates' specific instructions (girlfriend, you are not working today, today we party), has dolled up a bit for the occasion* *figures if nothing else, she and Danielle and Georgia will make damned good armcandy for their unsuspecting date*
*as such, finds herself carefully stepping across the House's beautiful green lawns in strappy four-inchers, one arm curled around Erestor's and a fruity drink balanced in the other hand* *pleasantly, to their little party at large* I don't know about the rest of you, but there's a coney dog with my name on it. Bets on whether I can keep the sauce off my skirt this time? |
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[Jul. 6th, 2009|07:06 pm] |
*has been extraordinarily busy since Doc's departure, between trying to keep Ecthelion's workload on the lighter side ("lighter" being a relative term, of course) and preparing for said lord's impending weeks-long absence* *still thinks Ecthelion's plan is brilliant, but has to wonder whether the man had any idea what he was getting himself into*
*doesn't anticipate having a fully-functional Third in place in time, so decides to go with plan B* *begs Duilien (read: agrees to future slavery in exchange) for Mac, just on loan for a day or two a week, to help him handle the load and any crises that might arise, because that's practically a given in this City*
*invites his fellow Second over to the Fountain for lunch on a relatively slow day, figuring they can start going over the particulars early so they're ready when the time comes* |
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[Jul. 6th, 2009|01:33 pm] |
*has spent the vast majority of the weekend cooped up with his producer, putting the last touches on his album (and he still hasn't sung publicly since the injury (that's what he's calling it in his head now—"The Injury") and he's convinced his voice sounded like shit on every take, but what can he do? this baby has to go out...well, yesterday, ideally)*
*finally stumbles home Sunday evening, barely able to appreciate the quiet, undisturbed walk when he can hardly see straight, but glad that this thing (that's what he's calling it now—"This Thing") will still come as a surprise to mostly everybody, when most of the music business gave up on his commercial prospects years ago*
*has just enough energy to change into t-shirt and pajama pants before he crawls into bed* *resolves to sleep for only two hours before he gets up again and heads down to the office with his never-ending supply of coffee (but the next time he leaves that office, Glorfindel will likely be on his way home and that is no small comfort)*
[Edit] *wakes at 8:50 a.m. the following day (feeling considerably more rested), only needing to feel Glorfindel in his arms to remember why he didn't wake last night, as planned*
*is content to close his eyes and hold his lover (so beautiful in his most peaceful state) for fifteen minutes or so, at which point he gently extricates himself enough to reach over for his cell phone* *dials Esther's office number* |
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[May. 21st, 2009|02:36 pm] |
*after religiously reading all the major papers for weeks, has finally failed to find so much as a page-six mention of his embarrassment at the Virtuoso Awards*
*can only assume that people are starting to buy his line about holing up to write a brilliant new play, even though most of those days were spent bingeing on junk food and watching reality shows*
*takes a break from the morning's work (he's easing back into it) to go out and pick up a box of doughnuts* *across town* *while wearing his hat and dark glasses* |
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[May. 13th, 2009|06:25 pm] |
*having spent the night in a room at the Fountain (not exactly five-star accommodation but she does not know how much worse it might have been or how much worse the population of Gondolin wishes her)*
*is given her meals and escorted to the bathroom as and when she requires and her belongings were indeed sent up to her, which is an unexpected civility in this hellish city (and to think she was starting to warm to the place)*
*finishes her lunch and sits down, examining her nails, wondering if she could request a radio or a magazine or something (do they intend to kill her with tedium?)* |
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