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[Feb. 14th, 2010|05:56 pm] |
*Is enjoying another fun day of job (in)security.*
*Answers the phone and answers in the same way for the umpteenth time.*
Good morning, House of the Flower, Becky speaking, how can I help you? No, I'm sorry, he's indisposed. No. Can I take a message? No, indisposed. Mm-hm. Ye-es, indisposed. No, I can't, I'm sorry. No, you can't speak to my superior because I told you already, he's indisposed. thanks you, good-bye.
*Decides to stick on the radio to pass the time until-*
*sighs* Good morning House of the Flower Becky Speaking how can I help you sorry the lord of the house is indisposed can I take a message no all right then thank you good bye.
*Turns on the radio.* |
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[Oct. 30th, 2009|08:19 pm] |
*Realises that keeping her mouth shut is really, really not her strong point.*
*Decides that she needs to talk to someone.*
*Has no idea who though.*
*Dials her phone with a resigned sigh.* |
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[Jun. 2nd, 2009|01:11 am] |
*Is in a foul, foul mood that he just can't shake.*
*Considers ways to remedy this situation and hits upon the perfect solution:*
*Employee evaluations!*
MINIONS! PRESENT! |
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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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[Apr. 1st, 2009|11:36 pm] |
*Decides to go back to Beleriand to sort this out because it needs sorting out dammit.*
*Appropriates the Ilmarin helicopter and a mobile phone.*
*Remembers Telimektar mentioning something about Manwë "drinking all over Beleriand," but also remembers Beleriand being a very big place so needs pointers for where to start.*
*Doesn't want to scare him off either so decides to make some calls on the way over.*
*Swears at the phone and the tiny, tiny buttons these infernal machines have these days.* |
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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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[Feb. 19th, 2009|11:38 pm] |
*Wakes up on the floor of a hotel room...somewhere.*
*Blinks at a chink of sunlight coming through the gap between the curtains as he slowly tries to piece together what's happened to him.*
Argument with the wife, got kicked out, stayed at Ulmo's for a while, decided to sort fucking life out, then...
*Frowns and scratches his head before noticing the significantly cleared-out minibar.*
Oh.
*Fumbles for the phone on the bedside table and takes a good couple of minutes to work out that he needs to dial '0' for an outside line.* |
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[Dec. 9th, 2008|08:02 pm] |
*Empties out his washing machine to discover that his previously white shirts have become a not so fetching powder blue.*
*Pulls out a pair of Manwë's navy blue socks.*
*Quietly swears under his breath and glares at the water intake pipe.* You could have warned me.
*Thinks this has gone on quite long enough, so wonders what would be the most tactful way to tell his best mate to get the fuck out of his house and sort his life out.*
Manawenûz! Get the fuck out of my house and sort your life out! |
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[Oct. 14th, 2008|08:32 pm] |
*Crawls out of bed early in the afternoon, instnatly regretting the all night drinking/heart to heart session with Manwë.*
*Grabs a pint of water for himself and shuffles into the living room.*
*Turns on the TV and is instantly astounded by what by he's seeing on every news channel.*
*Throws a cushion at the blanket-covered heap sleeping on his sofa.*
Wake up. |
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[Oct. 2nd, 2008|08:47 pm] |
*So, Manwë. You've been a crap husband, you've had a massive fall-out with your wife and she's turfed you out. WHAT are you going to do now?*
I'm going to Seaworld.
*Heads into the park with his season ticket, a small suitcase and a six-pack of beer.*
*Wanders down the underwater viewing tunnel, while completely ignoring the confused stares of the staff and other visitors.*
*Presses his thumb-print to an apprently normal-looking segment of the tunnel, which opens a door to a secret passage leading to a certain underwater palace.*
*Rings the doorbell when he gets there.* |
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[Sep. 21st, 2008|08:43 pm] |
*Decides to have a night in with The Game on telly, a bowl of nachos and some quality lap-top time.*
*Logs on to his chat client to see who's about.* |
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| Conway in the Morning. |
[Apr. 10th, 2008|08:15 pm] |
...And for those of you who have just tuned in, today we're talking about dumping ettiquette; do you let 'em down gently, give them the silent treatment, kick em to the curb, or go for the classic Dear John letter, what is the best way to end a relationship, a fling, a thang? Anyone have any horrific break-up stories, do call in. I'm sure there are some positive ones too but let's face it, the horrific ones are far more entertaining.
Keep the song suggestions coming in, so far we've had Human Kindred League's Don't You Want Me Baby, I'm not in Love, by 10cc and Heartbreak Hotel. Come on people, these are obvious. Try harder. Lines are open. |
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[Mar. 24th, 2008|06:39 pm] |
*finishes studying the transcripts from Ulmo's latest request show*
*feeds all of the information into a spreadsheet and comes up with some very pretty piecharts that show just how much time Mr. Conway spends flirting with his callers*
*also analyses the number of prank calls and comes to the conclusion that Ossë must be well outside mobile phone coverage because of the dramatic decrease in prank calls this past month*
*steps out of her office (which is approximately the same size and proportions as a broom closet) to hunt for some coffee* |
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[Feb. 18th, 2008|02:13 pm] |
*wakes up in a panic from yet another nightmare*
*takes a while to orient herself, calm down, and push all the bad feelings away*
*is still shaking when she finally makes her way to Ossë's room and wakes him*
Take me away... take me away from this place... |
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[Feb. 6th, 2008|02:44 pm] |
*leaves her apartment over the SCC office in Delving to file the end-of-year report with her boss and see who else is about*
*re-incorporates some time later in Ulmonan*
*slips around to the lounge area while the morning program's in session*
*straightens up some of the furniture while she listens to some of the call-ins* Oh don't answer that, geez. X) |
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| Linqil FM: Morning show. |
[Feb. 6th, 2008|12:36 am] |
| [ | Tags | | | &arien&ulmo, &salmar&ulmo, @doriath:vendore's, @menegroth, @menegroth:arien's, @ossiriand:celegorm's, @ulmonan, arien, curufin, elwing, salmar, ulmo, vendore | ] |
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*Jabbers into the microphone having taken several caffiene pills on top of his usual coffee fix.*
Here's something interesting for anyone in the Ossiriand area, the university's fine arts department is hosting a special exhibition by one Nerdanel Mahtaniel, very talented lady so do check that out if you're in the vicinity. So that's the Fine Arts department from...*Calls to his producer* When's the exhibition open? My magic bits of paper here aren't telling me squat.
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Check our website! That'll tell you, the industrious little Linqil FM pixies will no doubt have the information up there. Or, you know, ask the University, it's a seat of learning, they're bound to know. But, if you're not of the artistic persuasion, check out the Two Trees pub, there's a live jazz set there every Thursday, lots of fine musicians to see. You might even see me there one day. What do I play, I hear you ask? Well, ever since I was child, I played on the linoleum.
If that's not your bag...well tell us what is your bag. Give us a call, let us know what you're up to this weekend, we love to live vicariously through our listeners. But first here's a track from a great band. If Manwë had a favourite band, it would be these guys. Yes, it's the Eagles.
*Turns down the volume on his microphone*
*twitches* I hate mornings. |
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[Feb. 2nd, 2008|08:12 pm] |
*wanders around Ulmonan late at night, unable to sleep*
*has slowly been feeling more and more herself lately, but can't shake this overpowering sense of dread, as if walls are closing in around her*
*grows weary of watching the water and wanders past Ossë's room*
*listens at his door for a bit, to see if he is still awake* |
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[Jan. 27th, 2008|05:23 pm] |
"And that concludes the weekend review of Lirillo Listens, live from Ulmonan. We hoped you enjoyed it and remember to stay tuned. Coming next we have a rare opportunity to listen to the Best of Dylan Conway's Sound of the Sea."
*waits until the on-air light goes out before sighing and taking off her earphones*
I need a godamn drink. |
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