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[Feb. 12th, 2011|02:14 pm] |
| [ | Tags | | | &erestor&merry, &estella&salgant, &gandalf&marende, &vendore&yere, @doriath:vendore's, @gondolin:erestor's, erestor, estella, gandalf, marende, merry, salgant, vendore, yere | ] |
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*on the run-up to her holiday, is a blur of activity, sprinkling a little love and tenderness into as many little hearts as possible before the big day!*
*spends some time dreaming up the perfect gifts for the family, as it were: a bottle of wine for Manwë, along with an embossed note reminding him to get the red and white camellias for Varda; a similar bottle and note for Aulë (but she suggests a home for orphaned bunnies instead of flowers); for Irmo and Estë, warm fuzzy slippers and tea-candies galore; a dozen rabbit hearts hence the bunny home for Oromë, poor thing, and she doesn't know how or what to send to Vána but maybe next year hopefully?* *never has any clue what to get for Námo and Nienna, so that'll be a gift card* *annnnd for Yérë, she has chocolate, daffodils, and a nice friendly card with the words BEHAVE YOURSELF printed inside*
*also arranges for special deliveries of candy hearts to those most deserving of their saccharine messages (i.e., those who will hate them the most)* *hmph!* |
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[Jan. 29th, 2011|07:31 pm] |
*in the course of her walkabout, winds up outside one of Menegroth's power plants* *isn't sure what she'll be able to do here, if anything, but she can be of little use elsewhere; she is no Arata to sit in judgement, and Melyanna has not the luxury of comfort just now*
*makes her way inside the station and quietly rematerializes in a corner of the control room, a wide-open space lit only by a dim red emergency light* *wearing her dark blue coveralls and generic nametag (Melinda), draws not one iota of attention from the engineers and supervisors present—they're in too much hurry to look twice (and she doesn't generally attract a second look, anyway)*
*takes an unobtrusive tour of the various switchboards and computer screens, piecing together the information using what she already knows of machinery and electrical energy (which, while not on par with Vána's intricate expertise, is really quite a lot)* *sees nothing glaringly wrong to explain the power loss... possibly it's a mechanical problem that isn't registering on the monitors?*
*melts away, unnoticed, and heads for the generator at the heart of the station* |
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[Dec. 6th, 2010|01:39 pm] |
| [ | Tags | | | &ecthelion&glorfindel, &gandalf&glorfindel, &gandalf&marende, @buckleburgh, barry, carol, ecthelion, freddy, gandalf, glorfindel, marende, merry, molly | ] |
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*has traveled to Dorthonion for a long-ish weekend to attend the big winter festival there, at Ashley's recommendation*
*wakes up bright and early one morning to go and have a bit of a wander in Buckleburgh (though really, they could have picked from any number of towns to stay in—Ashley wasn't kidding about the scope of local involvement) while Glorfindel sleeps in at the tiny B&B*
*wraps up warm, complete with scarf, hat, and sunglasses (partly to protect from the elements; partly to avoid being recognized outside of Gondolin, as has become a vaguely disturbing trend), and walks down to where an ice-sculpture contest is already in full swing*
*spends some time awed by some of the sculptors at work (drips and streams may haunt his dreams but ice...)* *gets so wrapped up in trying to work out how that fish isn't going to collapse once the support struts are removed that he entirely forgets which direction the B&B is*
*takes a map of the area out of his back pocket (not a very good or detailed map, unfortunately) and stares at it for a while in bewilderment (and this isn't a big town)* Hrm. Oh, wait, no...that way's north. I think? |
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[Jul. 22nd, 2009|08:11 pm] |
*has found quite a bit to do in Ossiriand, between run-ins with friends (old and new) and his usual interference in the lives of random passers-by*
*is wandering down a side street, following the faint sounds of a crowd and a marching band (some nearby school must be having a rally?), when he picks up on Music of an entirely different sort*
*halts in his tracks and turns his head, eyes widening slightly in surprise (is it really...?)* *scrutinizes the somewhat ramshackle apartment complex to his left, and smiles—yes, he's quite sure of it now*
*moseys over to lean against the building, a few paces down from the entrance, and waits* |
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