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[Jan. 31st, 2011|11:29 pm] |
*working on a tip from Glorfindel, hauls ass with his grandfather and Mike the Marchwarden to Vána's place*
*makes his way to the front door and wonders how closely guarded the place is likely to be*
*figures he might at least try knocking (and it takes all his restraint not just to shout out Káni's name* |
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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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[Jan. 12th, 2011|10:12 pm] |
*settles in for the last of her several nights spent bunking down at Vána and Oromë's* *has stored or sold most of her few belongings while she works out where to go after Doriath (why is it always just when she gets used to a place...?)*
*still, is cheered when she looks forward to her next stop—surprising her brother with a visit to Mithrim* *has even enlisted her work-in-progress to help her work out the logistics (it's crazy how in-progress he is these days even if he's still clueless as to how he's related to her)*
*turns off the light in the guest room and climbs into bed, wishing good thoughts into her dreams (and hoping maybe tonight will be the night she gets an actual decent night's sleep)* |
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[Nov. 29th, 2010|02:12 pm] |
*has spent a relatively uneventful couple of weeks hard at work for Vána, her boss not seeming to have made much progress on her own creepy projects lately*
*is feeling awfully drained and listless these days nonetheless, which is a little annoying considering she's not exactly doing hard labor or anything, being mostly cooped up in the shop or a lab during the workday* *thinks she probably should go out drinking a little less and exercise a little more (already eats enough veggies!)*
*takes out her laptop on her lunch break and opens her video conferencing program, having prearranged a time for a chat* *is all smiles as she dials (even though the makeup doesn't really cover up the dark circles around her eyes)* |
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[Nov. 4th, 2010|10:44 am] |
*is so sure she's teetering on the edge of a breakthrough in Chipular emotional capabilities that she's barely left her workshop in weeks*
*finishes going over some old data late one morning and looks across the room at her employee, who is over there playing with her electrons again (aw, so cute!)* Will you come over here for a minute, Káni? There's something I'd like to try. |
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[Jul. 15th, 2010|12:28 pm] |
*has settled into her new routine in Doriath fairly well (if anything about working for Vána can be called "routine")* *was especially thrilled (beyond thrilled, really), when the first day of summer finally arrived and Vána's frenetic working pace eased off significantly, giving her some time to breathe*
*on a break, settles down in Vána's living room to read yet another one of Aulë's massive tomes on physics (the ones even she—and the word "genius" has not been attached to her name without reason, no—can barely comprehend on their most basic level)* |
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[Aug. 15th, 2008|11:34 pm] |
*spends another day entertaining his daughter and spends much of the evening, after she's gone to bed, tidying up after her* *yes, does have staff to do this but actually doesn't mind doing it himself*
*decides to phone his favourite aunt to find out how she is and where on Órë she is* |
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[Jul. 1st, 2008|04:36 pm] |
*knows it's very late notice, but does hope that nice (and, more importantly, smart) mortal girl received her last-minute invitation to pay a visit to her workshop*
*did include turn-by-turn directions that are very easily downloaded to any palmtop computer or other handheld electronic device!* *also assumes that any civilized person has alarms set up to alert them to the arrival of new e-mail*
*busies herself dressing Oromë's latest kill while she waits* |
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[Mar. 29th, 2008|04:38 pm] |
*finishes up with a surprise phone call from one of his sponsors* *speaking in a firm, clear tone* Please discuss the details with Ms. Howell, my manager. ... *dryly* I do appreciate that she is an...assertive individual, but I assure you, it's to my benefit. I only do the driving. ... I'll take it under advisement. Thank you for your continued support. *hangs up, only then letting out a sigh*
*checks his voicemail and finds a message from Írissë informing him she's having a pleasant stay in Ossiriand, Maeglin having stayed out of serious trouble recently...which is all well and good, except...wasn't she in Gondolin?*
*finally decides to do something about Vána's automated e-mail reminders about coming over for dinner, which he's been receiving every hour, on the hour, for the past week* *at the last minute, swaps the polite bottle of wine for a can of compressed air she can dust her circuit boards with* *heads out of town toward her and Oromë's(?) house* |
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exhausted
creative
overstimulated
good
giddy
stressed