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[May. 4th, 2009|07:35 pm] |
*gets in after another long, subdued day at the office*
*thought, at first, that the greyed-out atmosphere was all in her own mind (guilt has a way of clogging everything else)* *but no, everything's gone so quiet now, between the extra workload and Ecthelion's persistent silence* *would insist that he get out (sir), eat something (sir), smile (sir), but she's damaged the space between them and she doesn't know how to fix it*
*lets her things fall on the couch, and lets herself fall beside them, and doesn't even think about moving again* |
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[Apr. 21st, 2009|08:27 pm] |
*has spent the past day and a half glued to his desk, handling a good deal of the overflow* (*a gap in the ranks might not mean as much elsewhere, but the Fountain is a well-oiled machine and every piece carries more than its own weight*)
*spends his spare moments (what few there are) gazing out the window, lost in thought* *hasn't seen Nico at all since her party, and really, it might be better that way*
*finally decides he's left it long enough* *works straight through lunch in order to get a little ahead, and calls up to Ecthelion's office later in the day* |
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[Apr. 14th, 2009|07:52 pm] |
*has been hiding in her office all morning, trying to avoid contact with everyone (most especially her boss)* *hasn't been able to get away from the various staffers who've dropped in or called up to quietly congratulate her on a "job well done", though*
*by lunchtime, feels physically ill (and he deserved it is doing absolutely nothing to settle her)* *halfway wonders if she might be able to sneak out under the pretense of being sick?* *but no, that would attract Ecthelion's attention faster than anything (he's a nice guy like that)*
*is at the water fountain by the break room when she hears Cass coming her way, chatting with a serious-sounding Lucas Yates* *wonders why the Harp Second is loitering around, now that he's apparently finished whatever business brought him to the Fountain...?*
*freezes when she hears the word "awards" floating in the midst of the conversation* *flees back to her office, and spends a full five minutes breathing deeply, holding her stomach and eyeing the trash can*
*finally, shakily, raises the phone receiver to her ear and presses Ecthelion's extension* |
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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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[Apr. 3rd, 2009|07:09 pm] |
*has spent the last three weeks orienting himself in his new city, which, though large and busy, is quite different from Grand Fork* *for one thing, Gondolin is far brighter and greener by day; for another, there's much less chance of murder by night*
*thus far, has briefly visited several sites related to the project he'll be collaborating on (and unofficially heading up), including the Redthorn apartment complex, Ondolindë Concrete, and the building formerly known as PP&F HQ* *hasn't even begun to break down the massive amount of information he's accumulating into a plan of action yet, but wants to get a feel for the arena before he starts looking for details* *oh yes, and he should probably unpack and move into his new flat properly at some point, too*
*is taking the scenic route home when he notes he's going to drive right past the House of the Fountain* *on a whim, decides to stop by for a brief lookaround (will be spending a good deal of time focusing on that House, after all)* |
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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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[Mar. 18th, 2009|10:27 pm] |
*arrives home after work, all smiles (because really, who doesn't smile when the boss smiles?)* (*aside from the weasel, but he'll get his soon enough*)
*lets herself into the house she shares with her girlfriends and drapes her coat over one of the kitchen chairs, rifling through the mail on the table*
*calls out chipperly* Ho-onies! I'm ho-ome! |
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[Mar. 4th, 2009|09:27 pm] |
*heads down to the break room at the end of her shift to wash out her coffee mug and retrieve the rest of her food from the fridge*
*pauses in the doorway, though, and blinks at a very strange sight: the Fountain 2IC on his hands and knees, hunkered down low and peering under the microwave cart and... cooing?* *what in the world?*
*steps onto the tiles, her heels clicking rather loudly in the enclosed space* Erestor, what are you doing down there? |
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[Mar. 4th, 2009|03:17 pm] |
*with the "personal" (un)pleasantries out of the way for the moment, can turn her attention back to annoyances on the business end (though really, it's all business in the end)*
*first thing in the morning, instructs her PA to dig up a particular phone number, and sits back in her imported office chair while the little person dials* *sips her imported bottled water as she waits* *honestly, is there anything on this side of the Sea worth buying as-is?* |
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[Mar. 1st, 2009|09:58 pm] |
*is running scandalously late but is, at least, fairly sure that no matter how late she is, Becky will probably be a few minutes later (it's an Unwritten Law)* *is less sure about Esther and her friends' notions of punctuality*
*arrives at Fast Eddy's, dressed up to the nines, with high heels and a short dress, texting Becky to find out if she's here yet* |
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[Feb. 23rd, 2009|09:01 pm] |
*is due to meet Ecthelion for lunch but is almost-disgruntled when Ecthelion has to cancel because he can't spare time away from the office* *understands that his lover is a very busy man but really hoped that his staff were pushing the regular meal agenda*
*decides there is a loophole here, however, and goes to their favourite sandwich shop and collects sandwiches and soup to go, as well as dessert, in the form of apple pie*
*infiltrates the House of the Fountain as the majority of staffers are leaving for their lunch break* *makes his way stealthily towards Ecthelion's office* *isn't afraid of Ecthelion's staff, oh no* |
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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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[Feb. 10th, 2009|08:06 pm] |
*is having a little bit of an off night*
*needs some space to live in denial digest*
*goes to the place where he usually likes to do his thinking, a.k.a. the local cabaret club, the Cat's Eye* (*isn't that where everyone goes to think?*) |
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[Feb. 8th, 2009|01:45 pm] |
*has taken a few days off (much to Glorfindel's alarm) in an effort to come to terms with who she was and who she is* *visited her parents, who are wintering in South Beleriand, and has come to the conclusion that she may still be Tanya Petrova but she is mostly Elemmakil of the Fountain* *isn't sure that her parents have accepted that, though*
*returns to Gondolin and resists every instinct that tells her to spend all her time at the House of the Fountain, as she doesn't want to worry Glorfindel even more, but does spend some time with Ecthelion (which only serves to cement the knowledge that she is who Elemmakil was on Arda)*
*finally realises that there is another person she should talk to (and wonders if she should bring tranquilisers or will alcohol do the trick?)* *dresses up in a short dress and high boots and a heavy winter coat (with yellow woolly hat, of course) and sets out to arranged meeting point, a rather swanky bar* |
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[Jan. 27th, 2009|07:43 pm] |
*exactly one week after her Surprise! first day on the job, is starting to feel fairly well settled in at the Fountain* *is even making progress with training her boss on the new system!*
*is shuffling the last bits of paperwork into their proper file folders, preparing to close up shop for the day, when she hears a light rap on the doorjamb* *glances back over her shoulder and smiles* Skating in at the last minute, are we? Shame. |
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[Jan. 19th, 2009|11:03 pm] |
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*arrives into the House of the Fountain at 6:15AM sharp and makes her way up to the little office she's been assigned* *passes by her new boss' office door and unconsciously reaches up to check her hair, make sure the French-plaited length of it is neatly coiled at the nape of her neck (first impressions are key, after all)*
*lets herself in and is soon busily organizing her desk and cabinets, carefully labeling manila files and hanging folders (numerical order, alphabetical order, order of importance), knowing full well that the system will likely change as she acclimates to the job and becomes more familiar with the document traffic (but that's what a skeleton system is for: to be fleshed-out)*
*without realizing she's doing it, starts humming to herself as she works, just a simple contralto line from one of her favorite opera-movie productions* *no, hasn't seen it on the stage, but has seen the movie fifteen times and memorized the soundtrack and heard the stage-version on CD and likes it just as well, for different reasons* |
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