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[Feb. 9th, 2010|07:33 pm] |
*Has spent quite a bit of time trying to work up the courage to tell Ilmarë that his diplomatic intervention with Eönwë wasn't so diplomatic.*
*Decides some Dutch Courage is in order so stops off at a favourite watering hole on the way to Ilmarin.*
*Spends rather longer than he really intended building up his courage but assures himself that he's okay to drive demanifest.* |
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[Oct. 30th, 2009|08:19 pm] |
*Realises that keeping her mouth shut is really, really not her strong point.*
*Decides that she needs to talk to someone.*
*Has no idea who though.*
*Dials her phone with a resigned sigh.* |
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[May. 17th, 2009|10:13 pm] |
| [ | Tags | | | &ilmare&ulmo, &salmar&ulmo, @gondolin:estella's, @ulmonan, @unknown, danielle, georgia, ilmare, manwe, salmar, ulmo | ] |
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...I don't know, I was just surprised that the winning region submitted a song for the Belerivision Song Contest. Was that a bit of an unfair advantage? I mean, this contest hasn't been about music for a long time. I expected insane, surreal dance routines involving mimes, breakdancers, sequined body-suits and burlesque dancers. I expected broken Sindarin sung in an appalling Noldorin accent. I expected the Telerin regions to vote for eachother, I expected the Noldorin regions to vote for eachother, I expected the mortal regions to get nul points. I expected tuneless wailing.
I didn't expect an actual song. It's a catchy to the point of irritation, insidious, brain worm of a song, but it's a song nevertheless. That just came out of left-field. Am I reading this wrong? Let me know what you think after I play the winning entry. Again. Because I'm contractually obliged to. |
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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. 4th, 2009|12:13 pm] |
*Gives Manwë a call as he waits in the airport for her ladyship.*
*Arranges to meet at a nice cafe down the road (wants to avoid anywhere licensed to sell alcohol.* |
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[Apr. 1st, 2009|11:36 pm] |
*Decides to go back to Beleriand to sort this out because it needs sorting out dammit.*
*Appropriates the Ilmarin helicopter and a mobile phone.*
*Remembers Telimektar mentioning something about Manwë "drinking all over Beleriand," but also remembers Beleriand being a very big place so needs pointers for where to start.*
*Doesn't want to scare him off either so decides to make some calls on the way over.*
*Swears at the phone and the tiny, tiny buttons these infernal machines have these days.* |
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drunk
uncomfortable
blah
determined