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[Jan. 19th, 2011|06:08 pm] |
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*finds a high-powered flashlight, fills it with fresh batteries, and goes out into the streets of Menegroth as promised*
*thinks at first that the situation doesn't seem too bad—nothing has obviously exploded many people look a bit panicked in the glow of the emergency lights, their foot traffic somewhat chaotic; but some even look resigned, perhaps having lived through the Great Delving Blackouts of past years*
*wanders down in the direction of his mother's shop, thinking to check on her while he's out* *occasionally points passersby in the right direction or tries to reassure them although more than occasionally (and perhaps understandably), they look terrified to see him*
[Edit] *reappears inside Vána's workshop (now is not the time for social graces)* |
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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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[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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[Feb. 19th, 2009|11:38 pm] |
*Wakes up on the floor of a hotel room...somewhere.*
*Blinks at a chink of sunlight coming through the gap between the curtains as he slowly tries to piece together what's happened to him.*
Argument with the wife, got kicked out, stayed at Ulmo's for a while, decided to sort fucking life out, then...
*Frowns and scratches his head before noticing the significantly cleared-out minibar.*
Oh.
*Fumbles for the phone on the bedside table and takes a good couple of minutes to work out that he needs to dial '0' for an outside line.* |
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[Dec. 9th, 2008|08:02 pm] |
*Empties out his washing machine to discover that his previously white shirts have become a not so fetching powder blue.*
*Pulls out a pair of Manwë's navy blue socks.*
*Quietly swears under his breath and glares at the water intake pipe.* You could have warned me.
*Thinks this has gone on quite long enough, so wonders what would be the most tactful way to tell his best mate to get the fuck out of his house and sort his life out.*
Manawenûz! Get the fuck out of my house and sort your life out! |
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[Oct. 26th, 2008|07:11 pm] |
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*thinks the nature of activity in Gondolin at the moment merits a visit to check out the "night life"*
*locks up the B&B and heads out from Delving*
*reincorporates in an alley just outside the main shopping district* |
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[Oct. 14th, 2008|08:32 pm] |
*Crawls out of bed early in the afternoon, instnatly regretting the all night drinking/heart to heart session with Manwë.*
*Grabs a pint of water for himself and shuffles into the living room.*
*Turns on the TV and is instantly astounded by what by he's seeing on every news channel.*
*Throws a cushion at the blanket-covered heap sleeping on his sofa.*
Wake up. |
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[Oct. 2nd, 2008|08:47 pm] |
*So, Manwë. You've been a crap husband, you've had a massive fall-out with your wife and she's turfed you out. WHAT are you going to do now?*
I'm going to Seaworld.
*Heads into the park with his season ticket, a small suitcase and a six-pack of beer.*
*Wanders down the underwater viewing tunnel, while completely ignoring the confused stares of the staff and other visitors.*
*Presses his thumb-print to an apprently normal-looking segment of the tunnel, which opens a door to a secret passage leading to a certain underwater palace.*
*Rings the doorbell when he gets there.* |
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[Sep. 21st, 2008|08:43 pm] |
*Decides to have a night in with The Game on telly, a bowl of nachos and some quality lap-top time.*
*Logs on to his chat client to see who's about.* |
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