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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. 29th, 2011|07:31 pm] |
*in the course of her walkabout, winds up outside one of Menegroth's power plants* *isn't sure what she'll be able to do here, if anything, but she can be of little use elsewhere; she is no Arata to sit in judgement, and Melyanna has not the luxury of comfort just now*
*makes her way inside the station and quietly rematerializes in a corner of the control room, a wide-open space lit only by a dim red emergency light* *wearing her dark blue coveralls and generic nametag (Melinda), draws not one iota of attention from the engineers and supervisors present—they're in too much hurry to look twice (and she doesn't generally attract a second look, anyway)*
*takes an unobtrusive tour of the various switchboards and computer screens, piecing together the information using what she already knows of machinery and electrical energy (which, while not on par with Vána's intricate expertise, is really quite a lot)* *sees nothing glaringly wrong to explain the power loss... possibly it's a mechanical problem that isn't registering on the monitors?*
*melts away, unnoticed, and heads for the generator at the heart of the station* |
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[Jan. 20th, 2011|01:14 pm] |
*runs back to his desk, getting the phone all the way up to his ear before remembering (of course that's not going to work)*
*tries his mobile but only gets an ugly busy tone, the sound of which dredges up memories of the day the palace went down (and no, the irony has not escaped him)*
*leaves the office immediately, striding toward the elevators with only one objective in mind—find the king* |
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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. 18th, 2011|08:25 pm] |
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*has been keeping even busier than usual lately, what with the annoying task of having to oust all Noldor and Noldorin sympathizers from Doriath*
*and if that wasn't bad enough, has had to compensate for a number of his central staff inexplicably failing to show up for work this week, a number that has been steadily rising with each passing day*
*when the day comes that even Mardil himself is MIA, has the temp send word for Beleg to meet him in his office ASAP* |
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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. 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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[Jul. 29th, 2008|05:06 pm] |
*decides he can't stall any longer*
*put on his 2IC shoes (not that he ever actually takes them off) and gathers together a file folder of reports and updates, including details for the second concert venue*
*heads to Ecthelion's office, mentally rehearsing what he's going to say*
Sir, I respectfully request Friday evening off in order to escort his Majesty's esteemed lady mother to a tasteful club of her choice. *ugh, too forced*
Sir, may I have the Friday night shift off? The King's mother asked whether I and some of the Lords might take her out dancing, just to get her mind off things for a while. *er, too personal?*
Sir, Turgie's mummy asked me out. *DEFINITELY not*
*is still debating over the right approach when he arrives at the office door* *knocks crisply* |
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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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