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[Jun. 3rd, 2009|10:53 am] |
*has been doing very little for the past week except work and write and work some more, the obvious benefit being that he now has very little on his desk (and the obvious downside being that he now has very little on his desk)*
*walks over to the House of the Harp on his lunch break for his scheduled appointment (although admittedly, he's partly going so that Esther won't try to make him eat lunch)* |
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[May. 29th, 2009|04:05 pm] |
*wakes up bright and early on one fine and glorious Sunday morning indeed!*
*showers/dresses/eats breakfast/etc. before leaving the house, memory stick in hand*
*makes a quick stop at a printer's before heading out onto the street again, carrying a large envelope* *is on his way toward the headquarters of The Daily Dirt when he passes the rehab clinic where his "esteemed" colleague is currently in residence*
*deciding he's got to satisfy his curiosity, detours back to the clinic and presents himself as a visitor (even maintaining high hopes of leaving without requiring rhinoplasty)*
[Edit] *returns to the Harp (having already forgotten his primary errand), and to his office* *dumps the envelope and its contents into his paper shredder and deletes the source files before the endless tide of his resentment has the chance to swell again* |
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[May. 26th, 2009|08:54 pm] |
| [ | Tags | | | &ecthelion&erestor, &ecthelion&glorfindel, &ecthelion&salgant, @gondolin, @gondolin:fountain, @gondolin:rehab, ecthelion, erestor, glorfindel, lucas, salgant, stasia | ] |
| [ | Mood |
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*despite shorter and less frequent visits, of late (awkward being a kind word to describe them and painful a more accurate word, and Glorfindel seems more and more relieved to end them), returns to the rehab clinic to see Glorfindel not long after his most recent revelation (and it isn't that recent a revelation, either, but he is growing used to Glorfindel not remembering things, too)*
*keeps the thought in mind to speak to Glorfindel's therapist and perhaps demand get some answers as to why he does not seem to be showing any improvement*
*looks for Glorfindel in the common areas and does not dwell on the fact that he cannot think of anything new to say, that he is only here to cling to some vague, desperate hope (today will be the day he smiles)*
[Edit] *hurries home and barricades himself in his office in an attempt to avoid any more (crushing) encounters today* *sits down and stares at his framed desk photo for a solid minute before unceremoniously shoving it into a drawer*
*accomplishes very little that can be called productive (although the hours still pass), until it occurs to him to actually check his calendar...and oh, that is the last thing in the world he wants to be doing now but he did promise, after all*
*sends Erestor a hasty text (agent orange, 10 p.m. i'm buying.) before going upstairs to shower and change, finally venturing out again as evening deepens* |
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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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[Apr. 14th, 2009|08:47 am] |
*after the disaster at the Virtuosos, caught the red-eye out of Vinyamar and a nearly empty train back into Gondolin, taking full advantage of the anonymity a hat and sunglasses afforded him*
*spent the following day holed up in his apartment, watching game shows and eating everything in sight (and thinking that if he stays here long enough, he really will become yesterday's news...and last week's...and last month's)*
*is becoming increasingly desperate as the second day wears on, however; he may actually have to face humanity in the form of a pizza delivery guy* |
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[Apr. 8th, 2009|07:42 pm] |
*in accordance with the evil plot afoot, finds herself loitering near the main entrance of the Mount Taras Pavilion, home of the Virtuosos for six years running* *is all gussied up for the evening in a just-snug-so red formal, with her (temporarily blonder) hair piled atop her head and more dramatic makeup than usual (akin to what she'd wear at the Cat's Eye, really)*
*is staying out of the way for the most part, so as not to attract attention or stumble into a 'razzi frenzy—does not want to accidentally end up in a front-page photo tomorrow*
*keeps her eyes peeled for her target, hoping beyond hope she doesn't miss him in all the commotion* |
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[Mar. 22nd, 2009|12:11 pm] |
*is quite happily entrenched in the plans for the opening night of his newest musical extravaganza when his assistant buzzes him on the intercom*
*listens with growing incredulity as the man explains that there's a call for him from some woman who claims to be the Vice Chair of the Virtuoso Awards Board of Governors*
*snorts down the phone line* I wrote their emcee's material last year and they threw it out. "Too vulgar". *rolls his eyes heavenward* Whatever. Put her on. *after the telltale click* Hello, Orville's Orgasm Emporium. |
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[Feb. 15th, 2009|03:52 pm] |
*finishes eating and uneating his mid-morning frosted blueberry muffin and then checks his appointment calendar to see what's next on the docket*
10:30 a.m. - Annoy Ecthelion.
*brightens considerably, this being one of the high points of his week* *collects his coat and his keys and sends word to Yates to hold down the fort, then takes a leisurely drive over to the Fountain* *sees himself up to Ecthelion's office, despite Pete's several rather enthusiastic attempts to waylay him in the foyer*
*is poised to open the door (knocking's for losers) when he catches sight of the new, very neatly lettered sign hanging next to the door* *arches an eyebrow and steps back into the corridor, only then seeing the open door standing just a few feet away*
*walks over to this doorway (within plain sight of the room's sole occupant), making as if he's closely examining the structure, the expression on his face that of barely controlled horror* *in a loud whisper (loud enough that he can't fail to be overheard)* Oh. Oh, dear. |
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[Dec. 15th, 2008|06:35 pm] |
| [ | Tags | | | &anaire&erestor, &argon&gil-galad, &argon&glorfindel, &duilin&glorfindel, &ecthelion&elemmakil, &ecthelion&glorfindel, &ecthelion&meleth, &edrahil&erestor, &egalmoth&elemmakil, &erestor&glorfindel, &glorfindel&idril, &glorfindel&salgant, &idril&salgant, @gondolin:flower, anaire, argon, duilin, ecthelion, edrahil, egalmoth, elemmakil, erestor, gil-galad, glorfindel, idril, mac, meleth, salgant | ] |
| [ | Mood |
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*leaves (home?) the House of the Fountain, dressed smartly in a suit (designer) and open-necked shirt (designer)*
*makes his way (home?) to the Flower, a good hour before the official start time of the party to make sure that everything is in place: lights throughout the tent, Erumas trees in each corner of the tent, mistletoe, long trestle-tables with food and drink, an area for the DJ, a stage for the band, a dancefloor and very comfortable couches lining the wall of the tent*
*really has to hand it to Pete for putting so much work into this evening and gives her a wrapped present to thank her for all her hard work*
*is promptly rewarded with a glass of orange juice and an exhortation to stay virgin (when it comes to drink, at least) tonight* |
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[Nov. 24th, 2008|12:55 pm] |
*leaves the Swallow having made sure Duilien checks her weapons before visiting Detention loose ends are tied up*
*decides after some particularly goal-oriented self-talk to stop by the Fountain on his way back to his day*
*you know, because Ecthelion would they'd care about entirely minor things like broken hydrants and maybe penitent friends* |
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[Oct. 22nd, 2008|09:24 pm] |
*meets his second-in-command for lunch to discuss the ongoing repairs to the House of the Harp*
*or, rather, to rail about the ongoing repairs to the House of the Harp while Yates listens and take notes (he doesn't talk much—an essential quality in a good second!)*
*afterward, accompanies Yates back to the Fountain, his guitar (which he hasn't let out of his sight since the fire) slung on his back (and he may have had to leave one of his staffers' children in the burning building but hey, priorities, and the kid probably got out alive, and he's pretty sure it wasn't Take Your Screaming Crotch-dropping to Work Day, anyway)* *has an afternoon meeting with Ecthelion, Glorfindel, and Duilien to put together a timeline and summary of all expected repairs*
*or, rather, has a meeting with his fellow lords in two hours or so, but certainly isn't going all the way back to the Harp just to get his hands dirty when he could be annoying Ecthelion instead*
*checks in and makes his usual post-lunch trip to the nearest men's room and is soon brushing his teeth and humming to himself* |
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[Oct. 11th, 2008|12:06 pm] |
| [ | Tags | | | &ecthelion&erestor, &ecthelion&gothmog, &ecthelion&salgant, @gondolin, @gondolin:fountain, @gondolin:harp, @gondolin:swallow, ecthelion, erestor, gothmog, qualme, salgant | ] |
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*is still on the phone when he reaches the Flower* Duilien's getting hers under control. Talk to her before any of yours head out that way.
*gets out of his borrowed car and, when he doesn't immediately hear the wail of sirens, realizes the trucks are all at the Harp* *wades through the crowds near the house, looking for Glorfindel*
*stays just long enough to help move some dazed and coughing staffers to relative safety, direct overall personnel traffic via a few more calls, and catch a glimpse of Glorfindel (whole and spouting orders) before he hears the fire trucks in the distance*
*dashes back to the car, a little sooty and ignoring the incessant ringing of his phone in favor of concentrating on the road, assuming it's just Salgant (all right, already, I'm on my way)* *drives toward the Harp as fast as he can take the corners* |
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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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[Aug. 25th, 2008|12:21 am] |
*has been ever so worried about Salgant ever since his unfortunate run-in with Glorfindel's fist*
*bakes a dozen cupcakes, covers them with strawberry icing and sprinkles, and writes one letter on top of each, spelling out "GET WELL SOON" ... "!"*
*stops by the House of the Harp*
*also brings extra bandages, just in case* *knows all about fist-related "accidents"* |
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[Aug. 21st, 2008|12:05 pm] |
*sits at his desk*
*drums his fingers*
*makes post-it animals*
*doodles on old memos*
*plays solitaire*
*tries and fails to build a house of cards*
*...sort of thought there'd be more work for him* *dammit, Ecthelion* |
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[Aug. 10th, 2008|05:57 pm] |
*is slightly perturbed to awaken in a hospital bed again before he realises that it's not a hospital room, so much as a rather bland, boring single room with bland boring curtains and bland boring wallpaper and a bland boring nurse's aide staring at him*
*does not feel as hungover as he thought he might (having drunk himself into a stupor the previous day) before realising that it has something to do with the drips he's hooked up to providing him with hydration and all the vitamins he's been missing since he threw himself into alcoholism*
*then remembers the previous day (namely Gil-galad returning to the House of the Golden Flower and being horrified and bullying him into going to rehab and signing all the appropriate forms)*
*manages to get up (and detached from his drips) and showered* *goes out into the bland boring garden and waits to meet with the director of the rehab unit* |
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[Aug. 4th, 2008|03:09 pm] |
| [ | Tags | | | &earendil&ecthelion, &earendil&idril, &earendil&salgant, &earendil&tuor, &ecthelion&idril, &ecthelion&salgant, &ecthelion&tuor, &idril&salgant, &idril&tuor, @gondolin:fountain, earendil, ecthelion, idril, salgant, tuor | ] |
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*takes a walk with Eärendil down to the House of the Fountain to meet Ecthelion for lunch* *comes bearing sandwiches even if she didn't make them herself!*
*sits on the front steps and kicks off her shoes, watching smilingly as Eärendil splashes in the fountain*
*graciously turns down the Fountain staff's attempts to invite her inside (because if she doesn't go in, he'll have to come out, and it's just such a lovely day)* |
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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. 28th, 2008|06:35 pm] |
*leaves Gil-galad to his own devices once they arrive at the train station in Gondolin, promising to meet up with him later*
*asks directions to the House of the Fountain and enjoys the long walk over to that area of the city, enjoying all the unfamiliar sights on her way*
*is fully prepared to knock on the front door and so is quite surprised when she arrives to find people everywhere on the grounds, milling about and talking busily or rushing this way and that*
*wanders in to what is clearly a reception area and only then notices that everyone is greeting her with friendly formality (and "My Lady" and "Your Highness") even as they hurry on their way* *has never in her lives been recognized by this many people*
*also observes that no one is greeting her as the Lady of the House, by which she can't help but feel relieved*
*asks after Ecthelion and is promptly given a very deferential escort to show her the way* |
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drained
humiliated
cynical
blank
working
curious