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[Jan. 2nd, 2011|11:49 pm]
feanor
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[Mood | determined]

*Heads over Celegorm's with a parcel tucked under his arm.*

*Storms up the path towards the front door with a look on his face that says if anyone challenges him, that parcel may end up inserted somewhere unpleasant. It's not that he wants to use his grandaughter's Erumas present as an offensive weapon but he's in that bad a mood, and he can always buy another copy of The Ossiriand Companion to Ballet.*
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[Dec. 6th, 2010|11:48 pm]
feanor
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[Mood | worried]

*Knows that pulling a gun in a crowd isn't quite on par with his family's past antics but is still sufficiently worried by it and its potential fall-out.*

*Proceeds in the only way he deems sensible given the severity of the situation.*

*Dials a phone number and paces back and forth across his living room as it rings, before cursing when it goes to answering machine.*

Nerdanel? If you're there, pick up. Seriously, pick up. *waits* Dammit woman, pick up! Look, I know things haven't been great between us lately but I don't know if you've heard, maybe you have heard, but Celegorm decided it would be a brilliant idea to threaten to shoot Doriath's royal family, in public. At a football match, no less. Okay, the boys haven't got together yet, they haven't burned anything down, they haven't invaded anywhere but you know how these things can escalate so please, for the love of kittens, pick up.
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[Dec. 3rd, 2010|11:56 am]

thingol
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[Mood | crazy]

*it's late in the fourth quarter, tied at 21, third and seven at the Groundhogs' 40, and so he's expertly patched up, bundled up warm and doing what any decent grandfather of a star QB should be doing—blocking the view standing and waving his makeshift Bobcats paraphernalia from halfway up on the 50-yard line, screaming (along with everyone else) at the top of his lungs*

YOU CALL THAT AN OFFENSIVE LINE? PROTECT YOUR QB, YOU PORKY SONS OF BITCHES! *looks down at the woman sitting on the bleacher seat directly below him, who whirls around with a ferocious glare and covers her young son's ears* WHAT.
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[Nov. 8th, 2010|12:41 pm]

ninquelote
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[Mood | curious]

*one morning, not too long before she has to head out to dance class, clicks around on the University of Ossiriand's website until she finds the right department and faculty pages*

*quickly scans the content until she comes across exactly what she's looking for—a listing of open office hours* *makes a mental note of the requisite time and location for later on*

*after dance class the same day, makes her way to the building housing the linguistics department, where she soon finds herself standing outside her grandfather's door* *raises her hand and knocks before she can lose her nerve completely*
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[Apr. 6th, 2010|10:32 pm]
curufin
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*has rather a lot weighing on his mind (and, yes, that is a pretty unusual situation for him)*

*with his niece's departure for Gondolin creating something of a massive void in his day-to-day life, does something he hasn't done in a while* *arranges to meet his father for an early dinner at a fairly decent restaurant, outside the student quarter (to avoid being seen by students)*

*arrives rather late but through no fault of his own (honestly! he was just waiting for Turco to leave the house first so he wouldn't have to explain where he was going)*
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[Oct. 18th, 2008|06:06 pm]
ex_anaire976
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[Mood | listless]

*is a little shy of going back to the nursery plans until Nerdanel's ready to provide cover*

*catches up on the news, having a few anxiety attacks before finding out her baby boy Turgon's not harmed, and then calls and leaves a message on his service anyhow saying she's glad that's the case*

*leaves word with Aredhel and with the hotel (for Nerdanel) that she's out and goes into town to post her latest manuscript (featuring some adventures with a bold young heroine and a dashing young man who turns out to be gay) to her editor*

*spends the rest of the afternoon shopping for baby clothes* *still does think babies are special*
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[Oct. 10th, 2008|12:07 pm]

elenwe
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[Mood | relaxed]

*sits back in her chair after a satisfying meal and takes a sip of her wine while examining her surroundings carefully*

*can't help but be pleased that with each successive date Fëanáro's choice of restaurant has become more posh rather than less*

*overhears him ordering a chocolate mousse with two spoons and sits up again* Absolutely not. I told you I never eat dessert.
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[Sep. 24th, 2008|05:38 pm]

curufinwe
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[Mood | mellow]

*finishes up his day at work in a fairly timely matter feeling strangely... satisfied* *ah, yes, gave the first exam of the semester to his undergrads this morning*

*leaves his TA with a stack of papers to grade over the weekend and heads out, deciding he's earned a break*

*stops at an upscale bar not far from his apartment and orders a drink*
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[Sep. 14th, 2008|11:28 am]
ezde
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[Mood | working]
[Music |how exciting!]

*re-opens her office at OU for the fall term of classes*

*does a cleansing with some crystals and incense and sends a mental note to her hubby she's all settled*

*has some vague sense of disquiet among the administrative staff about things like "grades for the spring term" and "syllabi", and oh my those things will just work themselves out, won't they?

*also hears some titterings about the new fella and how he's all dark and brooding and handsome*

*curious, goes down to wander aimlessly until she finds the linguistics department to check it out*
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[Sep. 7th, 2008|04:24 pm]
curufin
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[Mood | amused]

*never really thought that his second-eldest brother had a sense of humour but has the evidence in his hands*

*with some amusement and a bit of pride, makes his way to the university campus to meet his father for coffee*

*tips the department secretaries a salute on his way through to his father's office* *raps on the door*
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[Aug. 28th, 2008|12:13 pm]

feanoriantwins
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[Mood | devious]

*finds her mother's oh so casual mention of lunch with her father to be intriguing* *very, very intriguing*

*thinks it's a good sign her master-plan is working* *which is good, because her master-plan really only went as far as "get to Ossiriand and magic will happen"*

*wants to keep things going in the right direction (moving here will help)*

*waits until her mother has gone off to her brother's house to help with secret painting projects* *goes for a walk and dials her father's office number*
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[Aug. 26th, 2008|12:55 pm]

curufinwe
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[Mood | annoyed]

*spends the morning attempting to finish the syllabus for his undergraduate classes*

*finally gives up and throws the books against the wall, one by one*

Too basic, but they'll never understand it anyway. *bang* The author doesn't even know what he's talking about. *bang* I don't even know what the author's talking about. *bang*

*looks over to the 'computer' on his desk and shakes his head* *takes out a notebook and begins writing, intent on making his own superior textbook*

*stops an hour later when he realizes his intellect is far beyond the common student*

*picks up the phone and dials* Save me from my job before I murder again.
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[Jun. 29th, 2008|08:44 pm]
feanor
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[Mood | moody]

*Invites his mother out to lunch, out of a sense of offspringly duty rather than an over-riding enthusiasm to spend time with mummy-dearest.*

*Makes his way to a suitably high-class eatery.*

*Keeps his infernal device/mobile phone on him so that if things go badly, he can use it as an excuse to escape early.*

*Practises* Yes mother, that was a text from one of my postgrads, I have to leave now. There's been a terrible...linguistics emergency?
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[May. 11th, 2008|08:14 pm]
feanor
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[Mood | Distracted]

*Holes up in his hithlum hotel room for some quiet time after badgering the chef for a waldorf salad and a screwdriver after the kitchen was closed*

*Sits with his feet up, reading a paper one of his collegues sent him so they could get some feedback.*

*Turns the pages without really looking at them, his attention focussed on the mobile phone on the bedside cabinet.*

*Keeps wondering if he'll get a text from a certain son of his, because it's just nice to hear from his boys from time to time. Even if the messages are written in code and pertain to acts of violence he promised his wife he'd have nothing to do with.*
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[Mar. 30th, 2008|06:58 pm]
feanor
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[Mood | rushed]

*Arrives at the airstrip in Vinyamar with Maedhros.*

*Steps off the private plane and turns around to give the contraption an appraising look.*

*Might just have found a modern invention he actually likes.*

*Really wishes he'd had these plane things during the flight of the Noldor.*
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[Mar. 21st, 2008|07:11 pm]

maedhros
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[Mood | determined]

*on the morning after the Panthers' terribly exciting -- and successful -- grudge match against the Khazad College team which culminated in a punch-up between both teams' mascot, decides to visit his father on-campus*

*sits down outside his office and waits* *informs a passing secretary that he's here to see the Professor?* *is informed that the Professor is teaching a class* *enquires as to whether he can wait in the Professor's office?* *is told that this is not possible*

*sighs*

*stands up and repeats the question from his considerable height*

*is shown into Fëanor's office*

*leans against the desk and waits for his father*
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[Feb. 20th, 2008|08:09 pm]
feanor
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[Mood | worried]

*Emerges from his office after a long day's research to discover that the entire student body is in an uproar about some kind of violent assault.*

*Mutters* Yes, that's right. You don't give a crap about the great vowel shift but as soon as some drunken freshman pokes someone in the eye with a penknife is like soooo exciting, like oh my god.

*Shudders*

*Eventually hears about who exactly was involved on the grapevine.*

*Immediately calls Nerdanel.*
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[Jan. 30th, 2008|08:44 am]

nerdanel
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[Mood | busy]

*leaves the twins in their brothers' care and packs up and flies out to Ossiriand for her special exhibition*

*checks up at the university first thing and finds that the pieces she requested from the gallery have arrived and are already being set up per her instructions*

*calls and leaves messages for her sons and Fëanáro, letting them know she's in town*

*wanders out to find a post office, so she can drop Idril a note of thanks, and to see what there is to see*
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[Jan. 15th, 2008|07:12 pm]
gilgalad
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[Mood | worried]

*waits outside Chancellor Pike's office while his father is inside, hopefully standing up for him?*

*gets up and paces every so often*

*periodically gets himself some water from the cooler*

*snaps a pencil*
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[Jan. 9th, 2008|06:43 pm]
earwende
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[Mood | calm]

*has entered a state of absolute zen, in complete contrast to her husband-to-be* *yay, husband-to-be!*

*sits patiently as her hair and make-up are perfected*

*looks at the wedding programme in her hands:*

~-~The Marriage Of~-~
Eärwen Olwiel to Arafinwë Finwion

5.00pm: Arrival of Wedding Guests
5.30pm: Cocktail Reception (Ballroom)
6.30pm: Exchange of Vows (Balcony)
7.00pm: Champagne Reception (Ballroom)
8.00pm: Dinner (Ballroom)


*looks at her reflection and smiles, biting her lip, hoping that Arafinwë will like the tiny flowers in her hair and the very demure, simple dress and veil*

*takes a deep breath as 5.30pm approaches*

*makes her way out and down the sweeping staircase to the front hall* *has her arrival announced at the entrance to the ballroom*
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