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[Sep. 13th, 2010|08:34 pm] |
*is busily forwarding the last batch of pre-lunch emails, including several destined for the newly-appointed Fountain Second, when her cell phone goes off in her purse*
*fishes it out one-handed without taking her eyes from the screen (hmm, Tanya or Toby, Tanya or Toby?)*, figuring it's one of her housemates inquiring about her lunch plans* *ha, has wrangled a date today!*
*glances at the caller ID and nearly drops the phone in shock* *quickly answers before she can think better of it* Hello? |
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[Jul. 8th, 2010|10:00 pm] |
*stops into Doc's place unannounced, as usual, having received a short and uninformative text (back in town) two days earlier*
*walks in and kicks his boots off by the door before making his way back into the kitchen* *pauses to take in the scene: pies and pies and pies, sitting on every flat surface available (and a few not-so-flat surfaces, too)*
*raises his brows briefly* Dude. You have an illness. |
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[Mar. 26th, 2010|10:06 pm] |
*is carefully deposited on his couch, where he immediately slumps back into the people-eating cushions and blinks at the late afternoon sunlight streaming through the window* *mumbles* Feels weird bein' home so early. Like. Really weird.
*wrinkles his nose and forces a yawn, sighing grumpily* Ears're still ringing. *directs a woeful (if somewhat unfocused) look up at his transportation for the day* So much for the spotless record, huh? |
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[Mar. 3rd, 2010|09:05 pm] |
*early one weeknight, comes to the astonishing realization that he's completely caught up with work, schoolwork, and the quick extra credit he's been doing to pad his grades* *can only conclude it's down to the extra four to five hours of sleep he's gotten every other night, thanks to the magical chill pills he swore he'd never use* *of course, the non-pill nights tend to leave him restless and exhausted in the morning, but he's gotten better at scheduling around those days*
*briefly entertains the idea of going out with Edrahil and Mac and the gang, just because he hasn't done so in weeks (even the last Secondmoot was canceled, between the weather and conflicting schedules)* *stares at his phone for several minutes, though, and the only person he actually wants to talk to is a country away (which is too depressing a thought on such a good? night)*
*gives up and heads out to drive aimlessly in search of occupation, finally coming to roost at a quiet little pub halfway across town* *takes a seat up at the bar, orders a beer, and rests his cheek against his knuckles, resigning himself to a fairly empty night alone* |
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[Feb. 22nd, 2010|01:21 pm] |
*sits alone at her dining room table, poking her half-eaten dinner-for-one and gently trying to prop up the last not-quite-wilted flower in her bouquet* *an effort which becomes moot when that final bloom gives up the fight and drops from its stem, flopping uselessly to the tabletop*
*sighs morosely (it's been a week since she placed yet another ad, trying to reconnect with her mystery man (if only to apologize and explain him away), but the paper's been dead silent)* *flicks the flower and addresses the empty air in a fit of pique* Fine. Be like that, you shy jerk. Forget it. *lipwobble* Forget it.
*starts when her mobile goes off* *doesn't feel like talking to anyone right now, but picks it up to check the ID anyway* *...and freezes* *...and for no reason she can rightly discern, presses Talk* |
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[Feb. 13th, 2010|07:06 pm] |
*would be spending Vendórë's Day in Gondolin, with the boyfriend, but changing his schedule involved picking up the holiday shift* *instead, makes other arrangements by phone*
*feels a little guilty about leaving Gandalf to his own devices for most of the day, until he's reassured (reminded?) that "a wizard is never without his own devices, Meriadoc Brandybuck!"* *well, all righty then!*
*gets back home around suppertime and flits about the house, full of excited energy, eyeballs practically glued to the clock, until Gandalf (laughingly) persuades him to do something productive before he punches holes through the ceiling* *to that end... bakes!*
*is making good progress on some scratch cookie dough when his mobile goes off* Crap, crap. *waves his floury hands at his houseguest, rather frantically* Pick it up pick it up—! |
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[Feb. 7th, 2010|10:17 pm] |
*has cracked out the woolly grey coat and scarf for another round of northerly visits (long overdue, even by his standards)*
*finds himself planted at one of the usual kitchen tables on a chilly afternoon, finishing up a (purely hobbitish) lunch of sandwiches, soup, cheese, homemade applesauce, pickles, and iced tea* *does so love how some things never, ever change*
*waggles his spoon at his companion, continuing the conversation most cheerfully* You, my dear Meriadoc, haven't got the faintest clue what to do with this ex-Quendë you've snared. They don't come much more complicated, I'll tell you. *illustrating with a quick twirl of the spoon* That one likes to think round and round in circles. |
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[Jan. 4th, 2010|07:31 pm] |
*jerks out of a sound sleep, breathing hard, tangled up in chilled, sweaty sheets* *stares blankly at the wall, disoriented for a good five seconds (do the shadows always cast that way?) until a soft noise from behind grounds him back in reality (Doc)*
*lies utterly still, one hand clenched in the pillow under his head, and tries to force his pulse to slow, his breathing to even out* *swallows hard around a surge of despair nausea as images flicker unbidden across his mind's eye, memories and sensation twisted into the same old nightmare; and on some level, yes, he thought he was safe here, away from it all*
*curls up a little (as one does when gutted) and listens to the wind sweeping over the rooftop, staring bleakly at the clock (2:34am... 2:35am... 2:36am)* *not for the first time, wonders if he shouldn't ask Duilien for some of those tranqs* |
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[Jan. 2nd, 2010|11:06 pm] |
*pulls into his driveway on New Year's night, all hyped-up after a day of family festivities* *expected to get home a little earlier than this, actually—he was headed out right behind Jackie—but got held up there at the very end* *couldn't come up with a better excuse than "I'm missing my birthday sex", and that definitely wasn't going to fly far*
*speaking of which, can't help but grin when he spots Jackie's rental car down the curb a ways* *jogs up to his front door, fumbling with the keys (it's freezing out and he's a little... uhm, anxious)* *steps into the dim, quiet entryway and shuts the door firmly, shucking his coat and scarf and boots, eyes and ears straining for any hint of the boyfriend's whereabouts or doings*
*after four seconds of utter silence, calls out softly* Ja-ackie Lee? |
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[Dec. 17th, 2009|12:01 am] |
*not counting short texts and a rushed go-over of holiday scheduling, hasn't actually spoken to the boyfriend in a solid week, which is unusual*
*curls up on his couch one howling snowy night, all bundled for bed in thick socks and his new woolen scarf, with a steaming mug of eggnog in one hand and his phone in the other* *settles back, hits the speed-dial, and sips (ow hot) while the other end rings* |
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[Sep. 22nd, 2009|07:51 pm] |
*lounges comfortably in Doc's bed, shower-damp and bare as the day he was born, his hands tucked behind his head* *gazes up at the ceiling in silence, content to listen to his lover puttering about in the bathroom*
*is really feeling the past weeks' grind catching up to him, couched in the fatigue pressing behind his eyes and the bone-deep dread of Monday—or maybe it's just tomorrow's looming departure (I don't ever want to move from this spot again)* *has two papers due by next Friday, plus an online lecture and a long-term lab assignment to start, and he promised Mac a go-over on next month's schedule...*
*gives a long, low sigh and firmly pushes thoughts of the Fountain and his coursework from his mind as he hears the water shut off* *calls out, very pleasantly indeed* So I'm trying to decide how long I can milk this attempt on my life. It'll probably cost you more than a bagel. |
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[Aug. 15th, 2009|04:08 pm] |
*moseys into work at nine AM the morning after the ball, yawning and a little sluggish but relatively chipper*
*is both surprised and unsurprised to learn that Ecthelion hasn't made an appearance yet, but waves off Pete's offer to call their lord and check in* *figures Ecthelion might be catching up on the past thirty years or so of lost sleep, or (more likely) getting ready for his show*
*heads upstairs and stops off in the break room for cooooooffeeeeeee coffee, snorting his amusement at the sign someone's tacked up on the board:*
ATTN: Staff
Yes, attendance is mandatory.
Bring your lighters.
-Mgmt
*ahahaha, nice*
*finally gets into his office and settles at his computer, diving right into the morning's email traffic* |
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[Jul. 29th, 2009|08:13 pm] |
*all but collapses on the crappy people-eating couch in his front room, his hair and shirt damp from the shower* *between two flights and a sandwiched inspection-shift with Dill, is pretty well tuckered out (and not in the family-joke sense, either!)(not that the Tuckers think it's all that funny)*
*yawns and hits his speed-dial, tucking the phone between his ear and shoulder as he sets about pulling his socks on* |
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[Jun. 6th, 2009|03:09 pm] |
*is feeling much more civilized after a long shower to get rid of the ten pounds of dust and cobwebs he accumulated in his cousins' attic* *seriously, spring-cleaning is supposed to be a yearly event, not a once-a-decade ordeal* *did get an awesome old-fashioned eggbeater out of the deal, though*
*wanders around the house in a towel and socks to let himself air-dry while he putters, putting some books away, doing up a few dishes, poking through the spices* *has his phone on and the ringer turned all the way up, but keeps checking it anyway to be sure he hasn't missed Jackie's call*
*abruptly wonders if this is what it's like to be a clingy chick?* *...* *no, because he actually has something exciting to tell his boyfriend, so of course he's glued to the phone* *so there* |
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[Apr. 13th, 2009|11:45 pm] |
*gets home from Nico's party much earlier than he'd expected to* *lets himself in and shuts the door, leaning on it for just a moment to rub his eyes and wonder whether a) Ecthelion's learned yet about the latest way in which his life is going to be difficult, and b) Nico's realized yet how much trouble she's in* *is just generally feeling like scum at the moment*
*hangs his jacket up and toes off his shoes, padding into the kitchen just in time to see Mabel toddle out from wherever she's been, yawning and blinking her huge kitten-eyes* *scoops her up and sighs* Daddy's having a crap night, little girl. Suppose we should just go to bed, read for a while, and deal with everything else in the morning?
*thinks that sounds like a plan* *retrieves his cell phone from his coat pocket and heads to his bedroom, idly bringing up the last text message he received (feel like steak when you come up? there's a place running a special for the next few weekends in a row)*
*...* *on impulse, hits the callback option* |
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[Jan. 12th, 2009|12:02 am] |
*locks up the scrapyard after a full day of rearranging the office (been a bit slow on the actual scrapping front, what with the weather lately) and jumps in the 4x4 for the trip home*
*as planned, swings by Doc's place to pick up a rhubarb pie for the wife*
*lets himself in and calls down the hall, tugging his boots off and shaking the snow out of his dreads* Hey, you know your snowman's missing a head out there? |
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[Dec. 7th, 2008|04:25 pm] |
*makes his way down through the Fountain corridors, whistling completely off-key (but quietly, okay? is compassionate like that), on his way out after a short day in the office* *thinks he'll swing by the former site of the Flower with coffee for Tanya-Pete, since he hasn't been out there in a while (and she never says no to caffeine)*
*passes the reception desk and is promptly stopped ("mail for you, sir")* *takes the plain package curiously* Thanks, Pete. Who's it from? *checks the return address* *blinks and gives Pete a confused look* This was in today's drop? ... No, I wasn't expecting anything.
*pulls the envelope open and extracts the contents* *...* *trades a look with Pete (wtf?)* Yeah. Okay. I'll just—yeah. See you tomorrow? Right. *heads for the doors, already pulling out his phone* |
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[Nov. 30th, 2008|07:11 pm] |
*putters around his kitchen in jeans and a flannel hoodie, cobbling together some turkey casserole from the leftovers currently taking up most of his fridge space* *figures he'll send it across the street for Hil and Red, since they're busy with the new baby and all*
*holds his phone tucked between his cheek and shoulder to keep his hands free* *laughing* ... Oh, yeah, you should've been there. Grandma Gilda and Grandma Bella sat in the corner and knitted all night at each other. ... Uh-huh, at each other. It was the War of the Wales all over again, only this time it was baby stuff instead of hats. ... Dude. You have never seen so much pink yarn in one place. Apparently there's another girl due on the Tucker side, too? ... *smiles!* Dina. They're thinking it's—right. Well, Dodie and Berk are shaping up, so you know. Probably. We're already trying to get Hil on board for a fourth.
*glances around as the doorbell chimes* Hang on a sec, somebody's at the door. |
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[Oct. 21st, 2008|07:34 pm] |
*pads around the kitchen in his T-shirt and plaid PJ pants, wondering what he should cobble up for breakfast* *is warm enough for the most part, thanks to the giant mug of coffee steaming on the counter, but (as usual) forgot to put on socks and is therefore slowly losing feeling in his toes* *yep, it's definitely autumn!*
*will only be cooking for one this morning, so is at something of a loss* *just eggs and bacon and toast and jam, maybe?* *ooh, and pickle chips on the side*
*looks round at a rapid knock on the front door* *blinks, a little confused, but hopeful!* (*maybe this means he'll have company for breakfast, after all?*)
*makes a vague attempt to finger-comb his hair into some kind of order as he heads to the entryway* *opens the door* 'lo? |
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