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[Mar. 18th, 2011|08:33 pm]

erest0r
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[Mood | busy]

*is back in the office after a long weekend spent down south for his aunt's wedding* *having now met this Harry guy and snooped his finances what it's his job, is pretty sure Carol is in for a life of beach bum leisure or world travel, whichever takes her fancy at any given moment*

*has fallen into a good rhythm at work these days, getting to know his coworkers and re-establishing himself on the ladder* *is no longer surprised when this or that analyst pops in to ask him for an opinion or advice (but he does wonder who leaked his old and admittedly pretty impressive cost recovery record around the floor)* *can only assume it was Joy, though she denies it up and up and up the register down*

*is tidying up the last bits of paperwork on a pretty basic restructuring job when he gets a summons from the upstairs secretary* *and it's been such a peaceful day, too* *dutifully straightens his tie, unrolls his sleeves and heads to the elevator* *had to happen sometime dammit*
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[Feb. 22nd, 2011|06:27 pm]

erest0r
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[Mood | chipper]

*may be having the best week ever, which is something of a monumental achievement, considering!*

*has been packing up his house bit by bit since Doc's last visit, boxing things he doesn't use every day and keeping half an eye on houses for sale* *hasn't really told anyone but Carol about the plans, yet, since they don't have a concrete date and Doc's just beginning the process of unhooking himself from his life up north*

*does have one other person in mind to tell right away, though* *texts Glorfindel and arranges to meet him for coffee after work* (*yes, goes without his one cup of coffee all day to save it for the afternoon*)
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[Feb. 20th, 2011|08:35 pm]
hendor
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[Mood | sore]

*Has spent much of her weekend running around town, catching up on errands, which has not done wonders for her mood, especially given her latest attempt to give up smoking.* *Just finished doing battle with the queues in a supermarket, only to venture out into a sudden cloudburst.*

*Waits at the bus stop while she mentally swears at the weather forecasters for not forseeing this (cloudy with sunny intervals my arse).* *Waits and waits and waits* *Switches her wrath to the public transport network.*

*Decides to run for cover under a nearby shop-awning, a shop which just happens to be a traditional Tobacconist.* *Scans the window display and is suddenly overcome with the strangest desire to buy some snuff (hasn't had snuff in ages!).* *Purchases a box of camphor snuff, then goes back outside to wait for this damn bus. Without really thinking, reaches into the box, takes out a pinch and snorts it.*

*Very quickly realises that the pinch was rather larger than is advisable, then remembers that she's never, ever had snuff before so what the hell possessed her to -*

*Sneezes.* *And again.* *And again.* *Puts a hand up to her nose and it comes away red. Rummages in her bags to see if she bought any tissues and no, of course she didn't.*
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[Feb. 13th, 2011|08:59 pm]
ex_kalimac773
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*putters around his boyfriend's kitchen in the late morning, waiting for said boyfriend to get back from his therapist's office* *was very happy when Jackie mentioned he had this appointment, actually—it's just another sign he's trying to keep the new and improved him... well, improved*

*has pancakes and bacon in full swing when he hears the front door open* *calls out* Hope you're hungry, food's almost done. Do you want eggs?
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[Feb. 12th, 2011|02:14 pm]
vendore
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[Mood | busy]

*on the run-up to her holiday, is a blur of activity, sprinkling a little love and tenderness into as many little hearts as possible before the big day!*

*spends some time dreaming up the perfect gifts for the family, as it were: a bottle of wine for Manwë, along with an embossed note reminding him to get the red and white camellias for Varda; a similar bottle and note for Aulë (but she suggests a home for orphaned bunnies instead of flowers); for Irmo and Estë, warm fuzzy slippers and tea-candies galore; a dozen rabbit hearts hence the bunny home for Oromë, poor thing, and she doesn't know how or what to send to Vána but maybe next year hopefully?* *never has any clue what to get for Námo and Nienna, so that'll be a gift card* *annnnd for Yérë, she has chocolate, daffodils, and a nice friendly card with the words BEHAVE YOURSELF printed inside*

*also arranges for special deliveries of candy hearts to those most deserving of their saccharine messages (i.e., those who will hate them the most)* *hmph!*
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[Feb. 2nd, 2011|06:24 pm]

erest0r
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[Mood | busy]

*has a wedding gift to find, and only a month left in which to find it* *and yes, that might seem like a long time, but he has no idea what to buy for the aunt who has everything and he would much rather get it all over with ASAP*

*to that end, organizes a Saturday task force consisting of himself (the wheels and complimentary lunch), Mac (the straight guy with the wedding-planner sister), and Esther (the advisor on all things girl)* *also, it's an excuse to go out with friends, and that's a habit he's building into as much as possible these days*

*by the time they exit the second department store empty-handed, has just about decided to get Carol a gift card and a bottle of champagne* *to Esther, a little helplessly* ...Look, I don't know what colors she likes. The house has been so many colors over the years—every room is different, how do I know which one she likes the best?
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[Jan. 30th, 2011|02:42 am]
hendor
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[Mood | cranky]

*Is glued to the front desk because the phones have been going mad all day (an unspecified crisis in another province will do that).*

*This is stressful enough but she wouldn't let it bother her under normal circumstances but circumstances are not normal because someone has stolen her cigarettes and replaced them with a pack of nicotine gum.*

*Unwraps a stick of gum and starts chewing while she cross-references phone messages by time-stamp and alphabetically (has already arranged her pens by size and colour).*

Urgh. This tastes like ass.
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[Jan. 22nd, 2011|04:25 pm]
beleg
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*hears Melian's message, the force of which is like a punch to the stomach and surely Melian can feel, in response, her bone deep shock and sorrow and what was the last thing she said to Thingol? Something inane about the power being out?* *is weirdly grateful for Túrin, in some crystal clear thought, for making her used to this form of transport*

*gets out her phone and breaks into a run* *firstly, calls Haleth and Mablung, ordering them to the Palace instantly (she trusts no one else with this task) and telling Mablung to bring Arandur with him* *arrives at the quarters of Beren and Lúthien and pounds on the door as she lets herself in and realises (heartbroken) that she will have to tell them why she is here*

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*having ensure the safety of the Royal Family, immediately seeks out Melian, and when she presents herself before the Queen (Regent?), she bows her head, pale and resolute*
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[Jan. 21st, 2011|08:40 pm]

erest0r
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*applied at a few different places around town, but was oddly relieved when his old stomping grounds took the bait (familiar grounds, at least)* *one long phone interview and a face-to-face with an HR director later, is once again a senior financial analyst with Sunrise Capital Group*

*heads up to Sunrise's bright corporate skyscraper on his first day back, tie in place and briefcase in hand* *can't help a warm rush of nostalgia, despite the cold wind and the tiny hollow lodged in the pit of his stomach; SCG was his first job away from home, his day-definer for the first two years he lived in this world's Ondolindë*

*introduces himself at the front desk and is directed to the seventeenth floor* *boards the elevator with a handful of sharp-suited folks he doesn't know, none of whom seem to know each other, either, beyond a greeting nod (and it may be down to the buttons they press: fourth floor, seventh floor, twenty-first floor)* *sighs inwardly and straightens his tie (game day, Erestor)*
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[Jan. 10th, 2011|11:23 am]
estellabolger
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*flits about her closet office in the early-ish afternoon, humming her favorite tracks from the charity CD her boss got suckered into* *not that he's said "suckered", per se, but Salgant was involved; ergo, suckered* *never mind that her favorite tracks include a tie between Ecthelion's duet (with omfg Phoebe LaFleur) and Salgant's very pretty acoustic solo*

*gathers the morning's To-Copy stack and heads out, figuring she'll kill some time with whoever's hanging about the copy room before she heads to lunch* *on her way past Ecthelion's door, knocks lightly on the jamb and pokes her head in* Sir? Need anything copied or faxed while I'm going?
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[Jan. 8th, 2011|03:23 pm]

erest0r
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*arrives into Gondolin very quietly and spends a few days getting himself and his cat settled* *emails and calls the university, as well, and breathes a sigh of relief when it's clear that he'll be able to re-do his last semester without any hangups (aside from cost, of course)*

*as soon as he has himself and his schooling sorted, immediately starts catching up on the city's recent goings-on, paying particular attention to anything related to "his" people (aside from Ecthelion's charity CD collaboration, there's nothing much in the news)* *is just glad he hasn't missed out on anything huge, at least*

*for lack of any clever plan (how do you fix a tree after it's been run through a woodchipper?), decides it's time to step out on one of the strongest limbs* *calls round to the Flower in the late morning and, surprisingly (to him), is directed to wait in Glorfindel's office (he's just stepped out for a bit with Marigold, but he should be back soonish)*

*perches on the edge of the couch and fidgets, waiting* *five minutes pass, and the perch relaxes to a slouch* *ten minutes pass, and he leans his cheek on his knuckles, nerves giving way to drowsiness (it's the sunshine streaming in through the windows, the lulling scent of books and carpet and familiarity)*

*closes his eyes, thinking to keep an ear out (I'll hear them coming a mile off)* *fifteen minutes past, and he's slumped against the arm of the couch in a warm, cozy doze*
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[be kind, rewind] [Dec. 27th, 2010|08:02 pm]

erest0r
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[Ashes, ashes, pocket full of posies, snapshots of a life in nightmares;

He opens his dream-eyes wide, swallows his first clean breath beyond the dream-walls;

So the fragments bind, the reel flies anew, and he must return to the beginning (to there begin again).]
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[Dec. 15th, 2010|08:21 pm]
el_ladan
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*is in Menegroth for Erumas break, with no less than two major events on the agenda: the big family get-together, including his dad and Elliott's parents, and his date with Káni (ome he should've brought his other tie, it makes him look smarter)*

*wanders down the concourse at the station, his bag slung over his shoulder, twin in tow* *scans the crowds curiously in search of familiar faces* *catches Elliott's attention* Who's picking us up?
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[Nov. 30th, 2010|10:04 pm]
ellonel
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*hears from her dad that Erestor's been around and wonders if he's stopped acting weird up for more visiting*

*gets him out for a lunch invite! (having promised her mom to bring him back for tea after)*

*waits by the fountain the park by the B&B he's staying at*

(*possibly catches up on her texts while she waits*)
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[Nov. 21st, 2010|09:02 pm]
queenmelian
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*has consulted with her great-nephew about proper football game attire, and his advice seems to boil down to three tenets: a) dress warm; b) don't wear the opposing team's colors; and c) wear Bobcat colors if possible!*

*researches said colors and, thus informed, sets out to shop for winter-appropriate garb in maroon and gold* *is determined to support her darling grandbaby, even if he's determined to bash his darling head in*

*meanders through one of the upscale shopping districts, chatting to her daughter on the mobile as she window-shops* *was concerned to hear that Mír was apparently ill for a day or so, but Lúthien assures her that that seems to have passed* *does not especially like reminders of her family's mortality*
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[Nov. 16th, 2010|06:25 pm]
irmo
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[Mood | working]

*is in the Lorell Inn kitchen in the middle of the night with coffee* *can see the current guest is making good progress (Estë was rather pleased with the physical healing being complete)*

*senses the need to push some particular memories to the surface*

*prods at his iPod and calls up a certain "playlist", adjusting the track order*

*listens accordingly*
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[Nov. 13th, 2010|01:15 pm]

erest0r
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*wakes up one morning and, upon seeing the snowglobe glittering prettily on the bedside table, decides it's time to reach past Menegroth's safe, closed walls*

*dials his aunt and spends a good hour on the phone, surprising himself with how light he feels once he hangs up (he hadn't expected to laugh so much, maybe—was Carol always this funny, or is it the simple relief of hearing her voice again?)*

*is still riding the high when he hits the next speed-dial, almost without thinking*
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[Nov. 7th, 2010|07:32 pm]

elrond
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[Mood | calm]

*has the house to himself one weekday afternoon, what with Arwen at school and Celebrían tied up in meetings all day*

*...or mostly to himself, anyway; certainly is at his leisure in the den, browsing leisurely through a stack of books (he knows his companion won't mind, and may find one or two items of interest himself)*

*lightly* About time you decided to take a walk for a change. I was starting to get jealous of the zen paradise that is Lórell Inn.
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[Nov. 1st, 2010|08:45 pm]

erest0r
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*after days and days of creeping around the inn, with Estë and Irmo shepherding him into a fairly normal pattern of eating and sleeping and talking, is feeling well enough to go for a walk*

*sits on his bed and slips his shoes on for the first time in what feels like forever, murmuring aloud to the wrinkled and smoothed pictures propped up on his bedside table (himself and Doc, himself and Arwen—the photos he swiped from his desk, the photos he found tucked into his book)* Guess I'm going. I don't know if it means anything, but, well. *pauses, shrugs, and doesn't feel at all strange about talking to pictures/himself* At least I'm going.

*dons his jacket and scarf and heads out, thinking he'll wend his way toward the closest shopping district* *the better to get lost in a crowd, really*
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[Sep. 30th, 2010|09:44 pm]
0lorin
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*after his... interesting evening with Melian and Thingol, decided to stay on in Menegroth a while* *for one thing, has gotten himself involved with a few local affairs (as usual!) and wants to stick around until they're resolved* *might also have some extra thinking to do, and traveling doesn't let him ruminate quite so well (what with the getting involved in local affairs)*

*wends his way round to Lórell Inn one afternoon and lets himself in quietly, so as not to disturb any patients guests in residence* *wanders as far as the front sitting room and stops in his tracks, both literal and metaphorical* Oh. Hello?.
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