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[Jul. 10th, 2008|10:44 pm] |
*having deposited Ecthelion back at his hotel, returns to the party at the Seafarer (running through the streets like a child would run) (from nothing to nowhere for no reason)*
*finds the Imladris crew and greets them with a strained smile* Sorry to skip out early but -- uhm -- something came up, to do with work?
*tugs Gil-galad away a little bit and speaks to him in a low voice* Arakáno left, Sir. She seemed -- determined. |
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[Jul. 8th, 2008|09:05 pm] |
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*arrives at the Seafarer Hotel in Brithombar, wiping the corner of her mouth discreetly as she steps out of the car* *well, the limousine*
*latches on to Gil-galad as soon as she does* Oh my Eru, the flight was awful. It was so late. But Buck -- he was the pilot? -- he offered me a ride to the hotel, wasn't that sweet?
*looks around* Oh, I like this place. OK, right, I'm gonna check in and then have, like, a shower and maybe a manicure. Oh, do they do facials here? Anyways, I'll be right back and then we can party.
*totters off to get settled in* |
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[Jul. 7th, 2008|09:54 pm] |
*trudges into the station with her coffee first thing in the morning, yawning* Yo, Jen. *nods* Mike. You ordering breakfast?
*settles in to find some bulletins she requested the day before waiting amidst the organized chaos on her desk*
*digs out her phone and dials the number that Noldo (a very nice one, by all accounts) left the other day* *muses on whether she wants an egg sandwich or just a bagel with cream cheese while the phone's ringing* |
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[Jul. 7th, 2008|06:38 pm] |
*even though it's horrifically late (3am or so), is hanging out down in the hotel foyer, with a by-now empty martini glass (his 8th of the evening)*
*dangles his legs over the arm of possibly the most comfortable armchair in existence while occasionally turning a page of his football magazine*
*is mostly keeping his eyes trained on the hotel doors, on the off-chance that there are people arriving early for the weekend extraganza of beach and barbeque and booze* *totally thought Argon and Fániel would have been here ages ago* |
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[Jun. 27th, 2008|05:21 pm] |
*can't help but notice that Argon's mood is not as bright-and-cheerful as it has been*
*one evening, after a demanding day lying around on the beach, makes his way up to her room*
*knocks on the door, with his laptop tucked under one arm and a room service menu in his hand* |
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[Jun. 23rd, 2008|09:01 pm] |
*is sipping a margarita on her hotel room's balcony, waiting for that night's call to do Something Fun*
*picks up her phone when it rings and looks at the caller ID, the corners of her mouth turning down almost imperceptibly*
*decides, for some inexplicable reason, to answer this time (and does so cheerfully)* Hi! This is Káni. I can't come to the phone right now, but if you leave a message that is neither snotty nor demanding, I'll maybe get back to you. And remember: Quantity does not equal quality. Beeeeeep! |
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[Jun. 16th, 2008|11:02 pm] |
*schedules a few days off and takes a flight out to Brithombar, per her big brother's request* (*thinks it's really been too long since she's had a proper vacation, anyway*)
*made sure Fingon tracked down the name of the hotel where Gil-galad is staying so she could book a room in the same one*
*puts on her favorite bikini and flip-flops and takes a book (Fission Chips shutup) and various beach essentials out to the hotel's private stretch of sand* *reclines on her towel and keeps an eye out for any sign of Gil-galad, certain that nobody sane could resist such perfect weather* |
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[Jun. 10th, 2008|05:12 pm] |
*has arrived at the coast but hasn't quite managed to visit Círdan yet* *can't help but wonder how Círdan will take him just showing up on his doorstep*
*goes for a walk down one of the piers and sits down, dangling his feet over the edge, gazing down at the water* |
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[May. 22nd, 2008|07:31 pm] |
*gives Thingol a call early in the morning*
*lights up a cigar while the call connects, and puts up his feet on his desk, much to his assistant's chagrin*
...can't ever get hold of him! You'd think he'd have a special line dedicated just for my calls for instantaneous connectivity. How long have I known him? Longer than your ancestors have roamed this great land... |
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sleepy
okay
mellow