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[Feb. 27th, 2011|06:48 pm] |
*meets Arakáno at the airport in Lindon* *was actually there ridiculously early but just wanted to have every eventuality covered [what if he had a puncture? what if her flight was early? what if her flight was diverted and he'd have to charter another plane to go collect her? and, oh, he should have just chartered a flight for her in the first place]*
*meets her at arrivals and has a sign and everything( * )
*shepherds her to his waiting car (a nice little sporty number) and drives at speed through the winding roads of Lindon* |
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[Feb. 25th, 2011|08:10 pm] |
*is at the airport in Ossiriand with her sister, who is on her way to Lindon to stay with their nephew (♥)*
*finds a small table for them both and, as there's plenty of time before Káni's flight, fetches them both coffee* Do you have everything? Wallet, credit card, phone, passport, phone numbers? *thinks that Gil-galad should have come to collect Káni just in case her amnesia renews itself or something like that (can that happen?)* |
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[Feb. 13th, 2011|08:38 pm] |
*having been to the hospital with her mother to visit her amnesiac aunt (like the obedient girl she is), somehow let the detail slip that she knows sign language*
*was quickly suckered into going out for coffee with said aunt in order to translate for her date or friend or boyfriend or whatever he is* *agreed to this without any fuss (like the obedient girl she is)*
*really, has hardly spent any time at all lately thinking about her boyfriend ex-boyfriend boyfriend ex-boyfriend and his dead grandfather, and how badly Mír must be hurting, and how she would do pretty anything to be with him right now, and how her mother actually gave her permission to text him even though they all know perfectly well there's not a chance in hell it got through* *because she's such an obedient girl...what?*
*wings a quick text to Finduilas (ty 4 the stuff) as she walks* *looking up* No, left, I said. You really don't remember any of this? |
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[Feb. 11th, 2011|05:52 pm] |
*doesn't really understand why it should be so much harder to go in and see Káni now that she's conscious again but really has to work up the courage to visit her room, after half a day of hovering in the corridor outside*
*in the mean time, managed to acquire a few things and has them stuffed into his backpack* *sighing, rocking slightly on the balls of his feet, reminds himself of the part where he's a former high king who was brave enough to resist and then face Sauron and, really, what's a little more heartbreak, when no one died?*
*knocks on the doorframe and steps into her room* |
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[Feb. 10th, 2011|06:12 pm] |
*is feeling pretty drained after her conversation with her brother* *takes a nice, long nap despite the way everyone seems nervous about the idea of letting her close her eyes again*
*wakes later that evening and decides she's sick of lying in this bed* *carefully disconnects the various tubes and doohickeys attached to her and swings her legs to the floor*
*wobbles unsteadily over to the window, arms outstretched to her sides, thinking this must have been what it was like learning to walk as a baby (not that there's any chance of remembering that)* |
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[Feb. 5th, 2011|09:42 pm] |
*was quite pleased to note the Noldor traipsing about Doriath, indeed* *can't say she's glad certain... obstacles have been removed, but at least now the peace might have a chance*
*very quickly becomes aware of another situation brewing down south, however (Vendórë is ever so good with follow-up ♥), and, with a wordless farewell to Olórin, heads that way at speed*
*dons her dark blue scrubs and joins the busy hospital traffic, soon finding herself at the doorway in question* *isn't sure what she'll be able to do with such deep lines being drawn in the sand, but there's hope for those two, at least* *and of course, there's that poor girl to think of (oh, Vána, how could you...?)* |
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[Feb. 1st, 2011|11:42 pm] |
*is not quite precisely where he means to be* *is in a hospital and that is correct* *is rather annoyed that said hospital is in Ossiriand and not in Hithlum*
*asks for his sister's doctors to be contacted so that he can speak to them, personally, about arranging transfer to a healthcare facility in Hithlum*
*waits outside Káni's room while Gil-galad is in there with her, his knee hopping up and down while there are no pencils to be broken and wondering (fearfully) when and if his sister can be expected to regain consciousness* |
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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. 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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[Jan. 1st, 2011|11:18 pm] |
*it's New Year's Eve, the drinker's holiday (a tried and true Kániday, if you will)!*
*so she really has no excuse for why she still has a half-full glass of wine, except that she's at a late dinner with Ethan and has barely stopped smiling or laughing long enough to drink anything*
*thinks she's earned this night out, given how utterly wrecked she's been these past few weeks (but she's dolled up for the occasion and hopes thinks her makeup covers up the worst of the damage)*
*giggling like a fool* I don't care how epic the Great Elrond Turkey Debacle was. I'm telling you, nothing is as bad as Gil-galad, in Lindon, on his birthday. I try to tell him it's not a sign from the gods that Erumas happens to fall on the same day but he's a lost cause. |
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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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[Aug. 2nd, 2010|11:12 pm] |
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*is actually rather surprised at how much she misses her daughter and almost regrets letting her go to Ossiriand all alone until she hits upon the perfect solution*
*travels to Ossiriand with the express intention of surprising her daughter and accompanying her back to Gondolin, perhaps via Fingon in Hithlum*
*is in a rather brilliant mood when she arrives at her daughter's father's house and is even a bit amused at the servants' surprise at seeing her* *has no wish to see the master of the house (and is certain he is otherwise occupied with his tabloid edition of romance)*
*texts Lily (surprise! am in ossiriand at your father's house. dinner and a late flight tonight okay? mom xxx) and makes herself comfortable in the library, while she waits* |
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[Jul. 25th, 2010|06:41 pm] |
*doesn't understand exactly why Cúthalion has deemed it necessary for him to personally intimidate interrogate meet some nondescript prisoner, only that the marchwardens seem to think she might be some sort of security threat*
*does feel his interest perking up when they inform him that she names herself Nimloth, however* *can't tell whether he hopes more that this is the same little girl his brother mentioned, or some contrary, arrogant fool who thinks it wise to so mock one of the beloved of his kingdom*
*either way, fully plans on doing this thing properly, whether it's in the hope of jogging some memory or just scaring the crap out of a criminal*
*which is why he is, at this very moment, sitting on his throne in the cold, cavernous stone of his disused Great Hall, waiting to receive his..."guest"* |
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[Jul. 25th, 2010|10:32 am] |
*calls his dad from the relative safety of the hotel and begs asks him to meet them as a matter of emergency* *keeps things as vague as he can without totally freaking his father out (no one's dying yet, nothing's on fire yet, just please? I'll explain in person)*
*follows Celeborn's lead and exits through the hotel kitchen, keeping his head down and moving fast through the back-alleys and storefronts as they make their way to the appointed spot* *finally glances up and sees the sign for the dinky, smokey little diner he and Cel used to haunt when they first got the run of the kingdom together*
*cranes his neck and peers at the few people loitering outside the diner* *distractedly* Do you see my dad anywhere? |
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[Jul. 24th, 2010|02:50 pm] |
*has been sitting in an uncomfortable chair in an interrogation room for at least an hour*
*alternates long periods of silence with long and detailed answers to questions which nonetheless seem not to satisfy her captors (probably because they're all lies)*
*through all of it, tells herself to stay calm, that nothing can happen to her if she keeps cool, that they've got nothing on her beyond missing identification papers and vague suspicions* |
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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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[May. 10th, 2010|10:08 am] |
*isn't especially nervous the morning she is to defend her dissertation (it's not her way), but is definitely feeling drained afterward, when the post-presentation Q&A finally comes to an end and she is swarmed by other scientists wanting to grill her about some of the stunning revelations she's turned up in her research*
*gamely answers a few more questions as she tries to catch Ethan's eye (help), or Fániel's, but the former appears to be too busy trying to wake up the latter* |
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[Mar. 18th, 2010|09:21 pm] |
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*is woken up at a ridiculously early hour of the morning (what? 8.30am is fucking early) by a phone call from his best friend who is in fucking Lindon without any warning* *mutters something about revoking Glorfindel's travel privileges as he goes into Káni's room to wake her up* (*if he has to suffer the indignity of an early morning, so does she, guest or not*)
*grumbles the whole way to the courthouse* No fucking idea why he wanted to meet here. They don't serve breakfast at the courthouse. Fuck's sake. |
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[Jan. 20th, 2010|11:40 pm] |
*has spent the last four days in Ossiriand, on an intensive photoshoot for a cologne, and is, to put it mildly, exhausted* *is perhaps not helped by the fact that he's been doing some Special Ops work remotely, first thing each morning and this, in turn, is not helped by the daily hangover*
*at the end of the fourth day of shooting, ventures out and about in the town centre, a woolly hat pulled down low over his head* *due to tiredness and champagne, is probably not looking where he's going when he steps off the pavement*
*does not stay in the hospital long but it is quite long enough for reports to leak out about 'Top Model's Brush with Death' (as though a broken arm and some bruising can count as a brush with death) (did not even see her in the vicinity)* *discharges himself from hospital, to his doctors' dismay and to his manager's fury, and refuses to take a prescription for painkillers*
*goes back to his hotel room and spends a very lonely night there* *in the morning, contacts Gil-galad to get a certain phone number (really wants to see a friendly face, given that the photographer is furious with him) and to reassure him that he's still very much alive* *laboriously texts Káni to arrange to meet her in the evening for dinner (+/- drinks)* |
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