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[Dec. 18th, 2010|10:24 pm] |
*walks over to the Harp for a scheduled meeting with Salgant regarding his mysterious charity proposition (about which he has uncovered no further details, despite two additional phone calls and a winning and persuasive Esther)*
*can hear Salgant talking behind his closed door (on the phone?) when he reaches the outer office but is promptly told to go on in anyway*
*lightly, as he opens Salgant's office door (perhaps if he goes into this with a joking attitude, the conversation won't degenerate into petty insults, yay, optimism)* I hope you realize how much you've hyped this song business by not telling me about it over— *stops short when he sees Salgant's companion, instantly tongue-tied* Ah. Hello?. |
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[Aug. 4th, 2010|09:40 pm] |
| [ | Tags | | | &ecthelion&estella, &ecthelion&glorfindel, &ecthelion&salgant, &estella&salgant, &glorfindel&salgant, @gondolin:flower, @gondolin:fountain, @gondolin:harp, ecthelion, eru, estella, glorfindel, lucas, salgant, yangchen | ] |
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| |  WTF WTF WTF WTF | ] |
*awakens very sluggishly, though it really only has been about five minutes*
*doesn't need the sharpest edges of his wits to understand immediately that something's very wrong, however*
Okay. This isn't my office. I dozed off in my office, and now I'm in... *looks around more carefully* ...Salgant's office? Why am I in Salgant's office?
*spots a telephone on the desk and picks up the handset, pressing a speed-dial button at random without the first clue as to what he means to say, or to whom* *hears the staffer on the other end answer with a wary-sounding Lord Salgant?* No, this is... *freezes at the sound of his own voice* *annnd then he looks at the hand holding the phone* Oh god. |
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[Aug. 4th, 2010|11:52 am] |
*makes his way over to Edible Complex on his lunch break, having demanded a meeting with Ecthelion to "discuss" Ecthelion's latest fuck-ups in re allocation of shared funding*
*also has a few choice words in mind regarding the fact that he was forced to abandon his lunch plans (crispy fried chicken and buttery mashed potatoes and succulent gravy, oh my) in favor of coming to this stupid café*
*does not have any intention of bringing up his latest independent research project (but then it's not like he's learned anything interesting thus far)* |
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[Oct. 31st, 2009|10:48 am] |
| [ | Tags | | | &ecthelion&elemmakil, &ecthelion&erestor, &ecthelion&glorfindel, &ecthelion&salgant, &elemmakil&erestor, &elemmakil&glorfindel, &erestor&glorfindel, @gondolin, @gondolin:flower, ecthelion, elemmakil, erestor, glorfindel, salgant | ] |
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| |  cheerful | ] |
*has settled into a fairly comfortable routine of working (on a normal schedule) and then going home to the Flower alone (i.e. without bringing work with him)* *is not blind to the way everyone at the Fountain relaxes and perks up when he is himself in good form*
*(did notice Erestor leaving early the other day, and failing to return, but just assumed he missed something—it's not like he hovers over his Second's desk to see what minutiae he's working on at all times)*
*on Halloween morning, wakes early and leaves a note on his pillow for Glorfindel* Had to run an errand. Back soon. xx E
*finishes getting dressed and leaves to run said errand, taking no time at all (it's just a formality at this point)*
*turns back toward home, though this leg of the walk takes considerably longer because his companion is mostly dictating the pace and she is quite distractible* |
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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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[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. 26th, 2009|08:54 pm] |
| [ | Tags | | | &ecthelion&erestor, &ecthelion&glorfindel, &ecthelion&salgant, @gondolin, @gondolin:fountain, @gondolin:rehab, ecthelion, erestor, glorfindel, lucas, salgant, stasia | ] |
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| |  melancholy | ] |
*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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[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. 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. 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. 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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