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[Feb. 10th, 2011|06:12 pm] |
*is feeling pretty drained after her conversation with her brother* *takes a nice, long nap despite the way everyone seems nervous about the idea of letting her close her eyes again*
*wakes later that evening and decides she's sick of lying in this bed* *carefully disconnects the various tubes and doohickeys attached to her and swings her legs to the floor*
*wobbles unsteadily over to the window, arms outstretched to her sides, thinking this must have been what it was like learning to walk as a baby (not that there's any chance of remembering that)* |
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[Feb. 5th, 2011|09:42 pm] |
*was quite pleased to note the Noldor traipsing about Doriath, indeed* *can't say she's glad certain... obstacles have been removed, but at least now the peace might have a chance*
*very quickly becomes aware of another situation brewing down south, however (Vendórë is ever so good with follow-up ♥), and, with a wordless farewell to Olórin, heads that way at speed*
*dons her dark blue scrubs and joins the busy hospital traffic, soon finding herself at the doorway in question* *isn't sure what she'll be able to do with such deep lines being drawn in the sand, but there's hope for those two, at least* *and of course, there's that poor girl to think of (oh, Vána, how could you...?)* |
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[Feb. 1st, 2011|11:42 pm] |
*is not quite precisely where he means to be* *is in a hospital and that is correct* *is rather annoyed that said hospital is in Ossiriand and not in Hithlum*
*asks for his sister's doctors to be contacted so that he can speak to them, personally, about arranging transfer to a healthcare facility in Hithlum*
*waits outside Káni's room while Gil-galad is in there with her, his knee hopping up and down while there are no pencils to be broken and wondering (fearfully) when and if his sister can be expected to regain consciousness* |
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[Jan. 31st, 2011|11:29 pm] |
*working on a tip from Glorfindel, hauls ass with his grandfather and Mike the Marchwarden to Vána's place*
*makes his way to the front door and wonders how closely guarded the place is likely to be*
*figures he might at least try knocking (and it takes all his restraint not just to shout out Káni's name* |
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[May. 10th, 2010|10:08 am] |
*isn't especially nervous the morning she is to defend her dissertation (it's not her way), but is definitely feeling drained afterward, when the post-presentation Q&A finally comes to an end and she is swarmed by other scientists wanting to grill her about some of the stunning revelations she's turned up in her research*
*gamely answers a few more questions as she tries to catch Ethan's eye (help), or Fániel's, but the former appears to be too busy trying to wake up the latter* |
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[Jan. 4th, 2010|10:10 am] |
*got a message from her sister letting her know she's back in town for a little while* *understands that Lily at least went out to breakfast or something with her mother, so that's progress, anyway*
*is hard at work in the lab (where else, these days?) when she finally gets The Call*
*or The Text, anyway (maybe he's afraid she wouldn't answer the phone? he should be), a short and sweet I miss you...where are you?*
*wraps up her work for the day and rides out to Celegorm's house, where she points out her name on the list to the new guy at the gate and lets herself inside* |
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[May. 8th, 2009|09:21 am] |
*has been feeling a bit guilty that she hasn't had much time or any time, really to check up on her erudaughter lately*
*sneaks out of the lab early one afternoon and takes a taxi out to Celegorm's* |
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[Feb. 25th, 2009|10:19 am] |
*thinks it's high time she checks up on her erudaughter and so makes a strategic plan with Celegorm's household staff to drop by when she knows her cousin will be otherwise engaged in town*
*is a little surprised to be shown in by an unfamiliar woman (i.e. not Nina) but doesn't think much of it until she is informed that Celegorm is waiting to see her in his study*
*briefly entertains the idea of walking right back out of the house but decides she's being a little foolish (and she's going to have to deal eventually) and so heads straight there*
*how bad could it be?* |
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[Dec. 1st, 2008|07:21 pm] |
*returns home after several days abroad, having decided at the time that the only possible way to "allow the child a place to stay" was to get the fuck out of Dodge while he still could*
*gradually came to the understanding that he could by no means stay away forever and that he missed his cousins and his brother too much to try anyway, it's his house, so he shouldn't have to*
*lets himself inside and decides to track down Aredhel to see if she's okay try and figure out what can be done about the situation*
*starts for the ruined nursery but, when he gets there, discovers Argon alone, surrounded by brand-new furniture and bedding and toys and baby clothes and calmly putting the finishing touches of sunny yellow paint on a far wall*
*stands in the doorway, hand on hip, just watching her for a moment* I thought you weren't speaking to me. |
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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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[Sep. 11th, 2008|03:45 pm] |
*screeches to a halt at the curb at the Arrivals terminal of OIA*
*puts the car in park, steps out, and tosses the keys to a security guard ("I'm not a valet, sir." "Improvise.")*
*strides into the airport and is waiting at the appropriate gate (hey, more security, that's pretty funny) by the time Argon's plane touches down* |
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[Jul. 15th, 2008|08:54 pm] |
*following the most kick-ass of kick-ass parties (in spite of the early leavers), spends a good day recovering (and being informed of the cost of the damages)*
*knows it's time to head back to Ossiriand and hopes that Glorfindel and his buddy have cleared up that little problem*
*calls round to Argon's to find that she's not home* *tries the obvious alternative* |
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[Jul. 10th, 2008|10:02 am] |
*catches the late flight out of Brithombar*
*arrives home in the dead of night and, despite the lateness of the hour, takes a taxi straight to Celegorm's house*
*lets herself in and is rather surprised to find the house dark and silent*
*makes her way up the stairs soundlessly and taps lightly on his bedroom door* Turco? How can you be asleep? Are you awake? *slips into the room and goes to his bedside, shaking him gently* Turco? |
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[Jun. 23rd, 2008|09:01 pm] |
*is sipping a margarita on her hotel room's balcony, waiting for that night's call to do Something Fun*
*picks up her phone when it rings and looks at the caller ID, the corners of her mouth turning down almost imperceptibly*
*decides, for some inexplicable reason, to answer this time (and does so cheerfully)* Hi! This is Káni. I can't come to the phone right now, but if you leave a message that is neither snotty nor demanding, I'll maybe get back to you. And remember: Quantity does not equal quality. Beeeeeep! |
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[May. 13th, 2008|11:44 pm] |
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*wakes up on the morning of his sister's wedding and is determined to be happy and supportive and happy and --*
*sighs and gets ready and goes to the venue (one of the courtyards in the Royal Compound) which is completely bedecked with white flowers*
*takes his seat on the bride's side and avowedly does not look at the empty seats on either side of him*
*realises he's ridiculously early when the band arrive to tune up* |
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[May. 13th, 2008|09:15 am] |
*may have, perhaps, possibly arrived in Hithlum slightly early* (*will naturally never admit to this*)
*does not actually become aware of this fact until he's wasted an entire day avoiding all the insanity within a two-mile radius of the wedding venue*
*discovers that one of the only available unrelated activities boils down to sitting in the bar at his hotel on the eve of his cousin's wedding, drinking whiskey and arguing with the bartender (seemingly the only man in Hithlum not currently employed by the bride and groom) about why baseball is not an adequate metaphor for life* |
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[Mar. 31st, 2008|09:45 am] |
*after a busy morning, manages to ditch a breakfast with her fellow lab rats which is threatening to stretch into next week*
*takes a cab to Celegorm's house, armed with Kent's (a.k.a. Bubbly Undergrad's) copy of that day's newspaper and her best don't-fuck-with-me expression*
*has a rather roundabout discussion with his assistant before she's able to determine he's in his study*
*double-times it there* *flatly, without preamble* I have to talk to you. |
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[Mar. 17th, 2008|07:02 am] |
*stargazes from the roof of the Administration building until his favorite has all but faded from view beneath the growing glow of the day Lights*
*stands, stretches, and gathers his blanket, intending to go in to bed before the world wakes*
*happens to look down from the rooftop and sees a lone figure on the street far below and some distance away, dark hair whipping wildly in the wind*
*watches for a while as a second figure, brighter in the morning light, eventually joins the first* *listens to two distant, agitated voices rising higher and higher, though he can't make out the words*
*follows the golden shape with smiling interest as it breaks free of the dark one's grasp and begins walking in his direction* *eventually loses sight of it over the edge when it (no, he—it's a he) enters the very same building he, Ingil, is standing on* *imagine that* |
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[Feb. 19th, 2008|09:02 pm] |
*receives a rambling voicemail from her husband's sister-in-law involving the words "hospital" and "sons"*
*orders her cab driver to spontaneously invent the flying automobile, with rather limited success*
*rushes into the hospital at full speed before finding a bit of calm somewhere deep down* *is fairly sure Anairë made no mention of funeral parlors, so how bad can it be?*
*tracks her down soon enough* I think I much prefer meeting while linen-shopping. |
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[Feb. 19th, 2008|12:37 pm] |
*lounges in his hospital bed, wearing his own clothes, eating fresh strawberries, and letting Anairë win at Piquet*
*swallows a sip of champagne* Mm. No, truly, they're springing me as soon as my physician returns from lunch or the driving range or whatever is so much more important than my health. About time, too.
*checks the score* Oh, you can't be Crossing the Teiglin already. *with mock indignation* This is entirely insupportable. |
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