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[May. 11th, 2009|03:15 pm] |
*times her return to Gondolin with her son so that the train arrives in late and there is the bare minimum of staff in the Flower* (*really could do without the fuss*)
*has had a productive week in Himring, undisturbed, mostly because she finally hit upon a way of keeping her son quiet or, at least, quietly fretful* *cannot believe she didn't hit on this idea earlier although knows that it probably wouldn't have 'taken' if he were not quite so dependent on whiskey and the occasional tablet that finds its way into his juice or his dinner* *has given him a phone, identical to his own, with all his numbers programmed in but with an extra number or a wrong digit or a slight enough difference that calls will not connect and texts will not be delivered* *knows that in this age of mobile phones, no one remembers phone numbers anymore*
(*also, it's been a little funny, watching him watching his phone like a hawk*)
*managed to complete a lot of transactions and would quite happily cut Glorfindel loose in Himring except that she needs to sign some papers in a bank based in Gondolin (and, really, finds Gondolin to be a rather charming place)* |
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[May. 4th, 2009|11:46 pm] |
*early in the morning, manages to work up the courage to leave his apartment (aided by a shot of whiskey and a stern talking-to from his mother)* *clutches his bag against his chest as she shepherds him through the Flower and does not make eye-contact with a single one of his employees (and so he cannot see their shocked or not-shocked expressions)*
*sits quietly in the back of the taxi, trembling very minutely, and worrying at his thumbnail (ignoring his mother's sharp reprimand that there will be nothing left) and is surprised when the taxi pulls up at the station* *climbs out of the car, legs wobbling slightly, and is utterly disoriented as he looks up at the station* |
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[May. 3rd, 2009|03:02 pm] |
*after another few days of scrambling to get through the House's work (Glorfindel would have to have a relapse or the flu or whatever the Mandos is wrong with him just at the start of the tourist season), finally turns her attention to Ecthelion's request*
*after a very short time, trawling through online searches and a couple of phone calls to contacts in the Cape region, realises that Vairë is very elusive or doesn't exist* *blows air out through her teeth with irritation and picks up the phone to place a call to one of the guys who worked on the Flower construction*
*thinks nothing more of it until another day has passed (and still no sign of the Lord of the House) and a package lands on her desk* *opens it and slides out a set of keys*
*bites her lip and, having gathered up some files, makes her way up to Glorfindel's apartment and ... lets herself in* (*almost feels that she should be armed*) |
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[Apr. 26th, 2009|11:38 pm] |
*will allow that it was a close call and is going to have to be more careful about the strategic placement of opioids in her son's apartment in the future but was rather suprised to learn that the administration of naloxone has such a dramatic and sudden effect (within minutes, her son was sitting bolt upright, gagging for air but very much alive)*
*helped him to bed (while he was still too incoherent to protest or question her) and, once she was sure he was settled for the night, took a couple of sleeping pills and slept through till the morning*
*gets up with her alarm clock at 6am and potters around the apartment, contemplating this and that colour scheme (she could be very happy here) and waits for her son to emerge* |
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[Apr. 18th, 2009|12:52 pm] |
*is rather disappointed that it is so easy to confuse her son with clearly-flawed logic (but he was never all that quick on the uptake)* (Rehab doesn't always work, you know, darling. For some people, it's just as healthy to have an occasional glass of wine so that they don't go on binges. It might even be healthier that way) (*and he believed her, hence the empty bottle of wine after dinner last night*)
*decides to investigate the rest of the Flower (and even she has to admit that there is such potential in this building)* *is considerably put out to learn that Glorfindel's office is always locked when he is not there (because he is usually so very trusting** *makes her way, instead, to his little secretary's office and, yes, it is unlocked* |
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[Apr. 13th, 2009|06:21 pm] |
*wakes up late the morning after the Virtuosos, having slept deeply through the whole night* *sits up and immediately feels woozy and nauseated* *rubs his head and forces his eyes open*
*looks around his hotel room with a sinking feeling (because he hasn't been responsible for this kind of carnage for months and months)* *swallows thickly and registers the empty mini-bottles of wine and an entirely full litre-bottle of water* *sees his clothes strewn around the room and blinks, startled (and cannot remember the frenzied search for his mobile phone at some point during the previous evening)* *examines a couple of blister-packs of medication and they seem legitimate enough (anti-nausea and anti-emetic) but isn't quite sure how the loose tablets on the bedside table fit in to the picture*
*shakily gets to his feet and feels slightly better after a hot shower* *gets dressed with painstaking slowness and packs his bag* *puts the medicine packets into his bag but sweeps the loose tablets and the bottles of wine into the waste paper bin (it is damage control and he doesn't want to think about it)* *grabs the bottle of water and makes his way out into the living room (and he is already cringing)* |
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[Apr. 5th, 2009|08:57 pm] |
*having arrived in Vinyamar, is on the phone to (the real) Beryl Estes* No, no, I can't apologise enough. Oh, you're too kind. [...] Yes, it could happen to anyone. It's just so unfortunate. *with a light laugh* No, no, I think it will be a lesson to us all: Never eat seafood on a plane, even in first class. [...] Oh, no. I'm sure we'll be fine without a doctor. I rather think I got off lightly. I didn't much like the look of the prawns. [...]I will. [...] Yes, I will. He'll be delighted and honoured, I'm sure. Yes, you can quote me on that.[...] [...] Many thanks.
*hangs up and mutters* Eru, does that woman ever shut up? *smooths down her hair and walks through the hotel suite living area into her son's room, rapping sharply on the door on her way in, frowning at the blazing lights and drawn curtains* Eru. What a state. |
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[Mar. 29th, 2009|07:27 pm] |
*arrives back at the hotel after a long day of meetings with the Palace and the Hammer to update various security files and folios (and so nearly takes the turn for the Fountain instead of the Hidden Rock)*
*asks if he has any messages at reception and is probably not as disconcerted as he should be to find that his mother has taken them* *is just about to get into the lift when his phone rings*
*veers away from the lift as he answers* Hello? |
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[Mar. 25th, 2009|02:32 pm] |
*sits in the passenger's seat of Glorfindel's car, on their way to dinner*
*is feeling a little guarded (and nervous), given what Glorfindel has told him about Vairë's seeming reservations (and even though he's firm in the opinion that Vairë really should be the one who's anxious to make a good first impression)*
*idly runs a hand through his hair as he looks out the window* Well, she likes Telerin food. So we're off to a good start, anyway? |
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[Mar. 18th, 2009|09:35 pm] |
*and because it would not do to arrive in Gondolin with her matching, monogrammed luggage or her best fur coat, roots through her clothes from a winter or two ago and packs light (deceptively light)*
*travels first class, by airplane and by train, courtesy of her son's unforeseen generosity, and makes the very most of it* *is certainly entirely relaxed when she arrives in the city* *emerges from the train, with her slightly tired, old leather bag on her shoulder and a compact roll-along suitcase*
*with a wide-eyed and somewhat confused expression, makes her way down the platform* |
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[Feb. 19th, 2009|09:03 pm] |
*appears to be pouring over the Cape Daily News in the corner of her regular lunch café* *is actually people-watching with a faint sort of interest (he is cheating on his wife with her and she is cooking the books at her company and he likes underage boys and she thinks no one notices the track marks on her arm and won't it be terribly interesting when if this all comes out?)*
*offers the waiter a distant smile as he refills her water glass but is distracted by the buzzing of her phone, which is sitting in the centre of the table* *looks at the incoming number with curiosity until a small (more genuine?) smile touches her lips as she recognises the area code* (*now, who does she know in Gondolin?*)
*clears her throat and answers the phone in very gentle tones (causing the waiter to do a double-take)(she's usually so harsh and demanding, after all)* Hello, Vairë speaking. (It didn't take long at all, did it?) |
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