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[Dec. 18th, 2010|10:24 pm] |
*walks over to the Harp for a scheduled meeting with Salgant regarding his mysterious charity proposition (about which he has uncovered no further details, despite two additional phone calls and a winning and persuasive Esther)*
*can hear Salgant talking behind his closed door (on the phone?) when he reaches the outer office but is promptly told to go on in anyway*
*lightly, as he opens Salgant's office door (perhaps if he goes into this with a joking attitude, the conversation won't degenerate into petty insults, yay, optimism)* I hope you realize how much you've hyped this song business by not telling me about it over— *stops short when he sees Salgant's companion, instantly tongue-tied* Ah. Hello?. |
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[Aug. 4th, 2010|09:40 pm] |
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*awakens very sluggishly, though it really only has been about five minutes*
*doesn't need the sharpest edges of his wits to understand immediately that something's very wrong, however*
Okay. This isn't my office. I dozed off in my office, and now I'm in... *looks around more carefully* ...Salgant's office? Why am I in Salgant's office?
*spots a telephone on the desk and picks up the handset, pressing a speed-dial button at random without the first clue as to what he means to say, or to whom* *hears the staffer on the other end answer with a wary-sounding Lord Salgant?* No, this is... *freezes at the sound of his own voice* *annnd then he looks at the hand holding the phone* Oh god. |
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[Jul. 19th, 2010|09:16 pm] |
*because Gondolin is the place to be for Noldor this season, makes plans to travel there* *has plenty of business to see to in the city and has every intention of using Curufin as an alibi, even if Curvo isn't aware of this plan as yet*
*goes straight from the station to his first port of call*
*softly, softly to the woman at the front desk* No. I don't think you understand. I don't need an appointment. I'm here to see your Lord, right now. So why don't you pick up that phone and tell him that I'm here, yes, that's right. Carnistir's the name. |
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[May. 10th, 2010|10:48 pm] |
*is rather amused by the kerfuffle of a few weeks ago and is even more amused at how stressed his uncle subsequently becomes* *can't help but notice how Fingon looks even greyer and more wound up whenever they are in the same room*
*thinks that enough time has passed for him to put another part of his plan into operation*
*arranges (via satellite phone, of course) for a particular package to be intercepted, its contents removed and replaced with a simple mobile phone*
*waits for confirmation of receipt of said package before he dials the number* *reclines on his bed, adjusting his bluetooth headset for comfort as he reaches for a glass of lemonade* |
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[Jan. 9th, 2010|10:08 pm] |
*has spent the last several days scrambling to put things back into some sort of order at the Harp, after his second-in-command randomly quit, WTF?* *could extract no better explanation from Yates than that he "intended to pursue other opportunities"*
*takes a short break from the craziness of combing through job applications (all of which have been carefully screened by Special Ops, unbeknownst to him) to kick his feet up on his desk and peruse the paper, giving special attention to the classifieds (the R series hasn't served him as well as he'd hoped, and really, they don't make 'em like they used to, anyway)*
*drops his feet to the floor in a hurry when his eyes alight on the personals (he reads them to laugh, shut the fuck up), one ad in particular*
...seeking one Masked Mystery Man claiming double-sided fax capabilities...
*reads through the rest of the little blurb, then the whole thing once more, unbelieving (but no, there's her name and c/o House of the Fountain (*spit*))*
*only spares a moment for the question of whether she's seen his handwriting before (most likely only his signature, and there's no way that's going on the reply)* *without any further thought, finds a clean sheet of paper and a bold black pen (Eru, a pen) and scrawls a reply as fast as his hand will move*
It seems even a woman who chooses to be single can enjoy the occasional cinnamon cookie. But two? I'm no less a coward. Are you still brave enough for both of us? Will you laugh at 'hello' doctrine to face dragons tall?
*makes himself stop then, think a moment* *adds a final, simple line (I want to see you again.) before sealing the note in an envelope and printing your name in neat block letters on the front* *does not chuck this into his outbox, oh no—will drop it in the mailbox on the corner, on his way out for lunch* *returns to the business of the day (only now he's whistling while he works)* |
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[Dec. 13th, 2009|11:38 pm] |
*having been the recipient of the glad tidings of Maeglin's whereabouts (ie: Not Gondolin), resists the urge to phone Ecthelion, partly to prove to himself that he can function without Ecthelion and partly because Ecthelion seems intent on totally ignoring Glorfindel's Post-It proposals and he's just not in the mood to argue about that right before his next errand*
*texts Ecthelion instead, to let him know what's going on (Maeglin confirmed to be somewhere near the sea. Will be in Ossiriand next week, according to his mother) and hopes that Ecthelion will understand the significance*
*takes a deep breath and makes his way towards the House of the Harp, where he has made an appointment with the Lord of the House* *hopes he looks suitably imposing, dressed as he is in a suit and open-collared shirt, lest he encounter that little shit of a second, Yates* |
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[Aug. 10th, 2009|03:44 pm] |
*has been in Gondolin for a number of days (a number of days after the time he was supposed to have left)* *has even phoned his mother from "Lindon" and is utterly certain that she believes him to be in his cousin's kingdom*
*has managed to stay pretty well in cognito while in the City (it's all in the walk and the eye contact) although he did have a little bit of fun earlier in the week*
*runs a few important errands, culminating in attending the House of the Harp for an appointment under an assumed name (Mr Ince Carey Sharpe) and under the pretext of arranging a Poetry Festival* |
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[Jul. 28th, 2009|05:49 pm] |
*on a day when his boyfriend's album is flying out of the shops, has an appointment to keep at the Harp*
*wends his way across town in the mid-morning and shows up at the House of the Harp with an uncharacteristally determined and business-like expression because, even though Ecthelion shows no further adverse effects after the incident involving the Fountain, he has not entirely forgotten (forgiven?) Salgant's role in the whole affair* |
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[Jun. 3rd, 2009|10:53 am] |
*has been doing very little for the past week except work and write and work some more, the obvious benefit being that he now has very little on his desk (and the obvious downside being that he now has very little on his desk)*
*walks over to the House of the Harp on his lunch break for his scheduled appointment (although admittedly, he's partly going so that Esther won't try to make him eat lunch)* |
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[May. 29th, 2009|04:05 pm] |
*wakes up bright and early on one fine and glorious Sunday morning indeed!*
*showers/dresses/eats breakfast/etc. before leaving the house, memory stick in hand*
*makes a quick stop at a printer's before heading out onto the street again, carrying a large envelope* *is on his way toward the headquarters of The Daily Dirt when he passes the rehab clinic where his "esteemed" colleague is currently in residence*
*deciding he's got to satisfy his curiosity, detours back to the clinic and presents himself as a visitor (even maintaining high hopes of leaving without requiring rhinoplasty)*
[Edit] *returns to the Harp (having already forgotten his primary errand), and to his office* *dumps the envelope and its contents into his paper shredder and deletes the source files before the endless tide of his resentment has the chance to swell again* |
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[Apr. 14th, 2009|08:47 am] |
*after the disaster at the Virtuosos, caught the red-eye out of Vinyamar and a nearly empty train back into Gondolin, taking full advantage of the anonymity a hat and sunglasses afforded him*
*spent the following day holed up in his apartment, watching game shows and eating everything in sight (and thinking that if he stays here long enough, he really will become yesterday's news...and last week's...and last month's)*
*is becoming increasingly desperate as the second day wears on, however; he may actually have to face humanity in the form of a pizza delivery guy* |
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[Mar. 22nd, 2009|12:11 pm] |
*is quite happily entrenched in the plans for the opening night of his newest musical extravaganza when his assistant buzzes him on the intercom*
*listens with growing incredulity as the man explains that there's a call for him from some woman who claims to be the Vice Chair of the Virtuoso Awards Board of Governors*
*snorts down the phone line* I wrote their emcee's material last year and they threw it out. "Too vulgar". *rolls his eyes heavenward* Whatever. Put her on. *after the telltale click* Hello, Orville's Orgasm Emporium. |
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[Oct. 11th, 2008|12:06 pm] |
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*is still on the phone when he reaches the Flower* Duilien's getting hers under control. Talk to her before any of yours head out that way.
*gets out of his borrowed car and, when he doesn't immediately hear the wail of sirens, realizes the trucks are all at the Harp* *wades through the crowds near the house, looking for Glorfindel*
*stays just long enough to help move some dazed and coughing staffers to relative safety, direct overall personnel traffic via a few more calls, and catch a glimpse of Glorfindel (whole and spouting orders) before he hears the fire trucks in the distance*
*dashes back to the car, a little sooty and ignoring the incessant ringing of his phone in favor of concentrating on the road, assuming it's just Salgant (all right, already, I'm on my way)* *drives toward the Harp as fast as he can take the corners* |
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[Aug. 25th, 2008|12:21 am] |
*has been ever so worried about Salgant ever since his unfortunate run-in with Glorfindel's fist*
*bakes a dozen cupcakes, covers them with strawberry icing and sprinkles, and writes one letter on top of each, spelling out "GET WELL SOON" ... "!"*
*stops by the House of the Harp*
*also brings extra bandages, just in case* *knows all about fist-related "accidents"* |
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confused
busy
drained
chipper
humiliated
cynical
sympathetic