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[Jun. 16th, 2010|09:01 pm] |
*is out walking the invisible cat, leaving his boyfriend to have a talk with Glorfindel* *can't help but be a little hurt, but is making a supreme effort to muscle that down right quick; Glorfindel's known Jackie a helluva lot longer, and it's not like he, Doc, is having any kind of luck* *which hurts, too*
*doesn't know where to go, really, but figures he might as well wander a circuit around the biggest landmark nearby—the House of the Fountain, looming large and pristine just a block or two away* *heads in that direction, nice and easy, enjoying the lazy, sunny-Saturday weather for all that it's a feeble distraction from his worry*
*eventually comes within view of the House's back end, where the green lawns and glittering fountains catch his eye* *smiles at the thought that this truly is such an Elvish city (a place past any simple Halfling's understanding, even if they're all a collection of plain janes these days, Elf and hobbit alike)*
*hears a loud, pitch-perfect whistle and, in answer, a dog's rambunctious barking* *follows the sounds curiously, if only because he has nothing else to do* |
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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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[Jan. 9th, 2010|08:20 pm] |
*attends Ecthelion's almost-impromptu Friday night gig with Esther and is, as always, blown away by her big brother's talent* *couldn't help but notice that the character of his newest songs verged on the melancholy wrist-slittingly depressing soulful side*
*does, under Ecthelion's advice, keep an eye open for Salgant and Roxy just in case either of them get it into their heads to ruin Ecthelion's catharsis performance* *knows she's more than capable of taking them both* *also, and not under Ecthelion's advice, keeps an eye open for Glorfindel so that she can politely tell him to sling his hook, should he turn up*
*has a pint ready and waiting for him after the show (and is remarkably sober as she has been pacing herself - until Ecthelion can catch up)* |
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| The Morning Show. |
[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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[May. 4th, 2009|07:35 pm] |
*gets in after another long, subdued day at the office*
*thought, at first, that the greyed-out atmosphere was all in her own mind (guilt has a way of clogging everything else)* *but no, everything's gone so quiet now, between the extra workload and Ecthelion's persistent silence* *would insist that he get out (sir), eat something (sir), smile (sir), but she's damaged the space between them and she doesn't know how to fix it*
*lets her things fall on the couch, and lets herself fall beside them, and doesn't even think about moving again* |
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| The morning show, with your host, the King of the Sea. |
[Mar. 26th, 2009|11:15 pm] |
It's that time of year again, the Virtuoso awards will soon be upon us, biggest event in the musical calendar and all that jazz. I know there are those who say it's just the music industry patting itself on the back, promoting business instead of music but honestly? I like them. They're fun, they celebrate talent, they're surpisingly inclusive annnnnd they give me a freebie bag every year.
So give us your thoughts on the virtuosos, who are you betting on this year? Was there anyone you think was overlooked this year? Who wuz robbed last year? Or just call in with your favourite recipes for soup, or whatever, I don't care, I'll still get my freebies.
So give us a call, hope to hear from some of you after this; this is The Kinslayers with When You Were Young.
*Turns off the mic and hums along.*
'Cause he doesn't look a thing like Manwë...doo do do dee do do dooo dooo... |
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[Mar. 18th, 2009|10:27 pm] |
*arrives home after work, all smiles (because really, who doesn't smile when the boss smiles?)* (*aside from the weasel, but he'll get his soon enough*)
*lets herself into the house she shares with her girlfriends and drapes her coat over one of the kitchen chairs, rifling through the mail on the table*
*calls out chipperly* Ho-onies! I'm ho-ome! |
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