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[Feb. 20th, 2011|03:32 pm]
marende
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*has spent quite a while in the warehouse, poking and prodding at the more intact robots to try to figure out more about them* *isn't having much luck, to be honest—she isn't an expert with computers, anyway, and Vána's creations are certainly more complex than anything she's had to handle in the past*

*occasionally passes the pile of charred metal and circuits and has to smile, despite a growing sense that she's spinning her wheels, so to speak*

*decides she needs a break, so arranges to meet Melian for early afternoon tea*
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[Feb. 12th, 2011|03:23 am]

celeborn
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[Mood | sad]

*receives word that his great-aunt wants to see him* *doesn't think to be weirded out by this right away, seeing as the message came through his cousin (his cousin, the king? wt-effing-f?) and not through any sort of scary formal channels unless his cousin, the king counts as a formal channel now, did he mention wtf?*

*has not, however, managed to throw off the utter depression during the aftermath, which is made a hundred times worse by the need to support his grandfather (who is possibly even more depressed than he is)*

*still, puts on as brave a face as he can muster as he makes his way up to his uncle's office and is shown in* *...his aunt's office*

[Edit] *makes his way down to Beleg's precinct station and asks to see the Chief Marchwarden*
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[Feb. 10th, 2011|06:16 pm]
queenmelian
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*having cleaned out every flower vendor operating outside Menegroth proper (and quite a few outside Doriath, as well), makes it through the funeral proceedings with gritted teeth serenity* *has already made arrangements to remove and replace the worst of the city's dead foliage, as her own attempts to heal the damage have been half-hearted at best* *thinks perhaps it might be time to call in the heavyweight*

*gets down to business as soon as it's feasible to do so otherwise she'll be tempted to sit in her dead, darkened garden and drink some more* *begins by summoning Elrond to Thingol's her office, asking Mardil to show him in when he arrives*
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[Jan. 31st, 2011|07:52 pm]
queenmelian
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[...a message to my fellow Doriathrim, both at home and abroad... it is my sad duty to inform you that his Majesty Elu Thingol, lord of Menegroth and sovereign of all Doriath, has been killed... death occurred less than an hour into the citywide blackout of two days past... he is succeeded by his grandson, King Domíran Berenion Eluchíl... and now her Majesty the Queen Regent will address the nation...]

*scarcely hears a word of the official announcement, carried out with due sobriety by the Palace's official press secretary, nor does she recognize her own voice in the minutes that follow (somehow there are words of comfort, of strength, and she must hold fast to her people's shocked hearts while her own lies scattered on the blood-soaked carpet)*

*retires immediately afterward for lunch with her family, and they give up on their untouched food ten minutes later, choosing instead to sit together and reminisce by turns, stories and laughter and tears to fill the wide silent spaces; but she herself is silent, when Lúthien's reddened eyes still watch the doorway expectantly, and Mír's white face speaks to horror unvoiced*

*as night falls, withdraws to her private garden, leaving instructions that she is not to be disturbed for any reason*
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[Jan. 30th, 2011|12:09 pm]

ecthelion
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[Mood | working]

*after a hurried conference with the king and queen, and even more hurried efforts to muster a task force made up of a number of Gondolin's best soldiers, travels to dark Menegroth to personally verify some of this crazy shit aid the marchwardens in their fight*

*coordinates with Beleg over the phone on the train and, once in the city, outlines a basic plan of attack with the other lords of Gondolin and their women and men, strictly emphasizing periodic check-ins and cooperation with the local authorities*

We're here at Lady Melian's request, people. I expect everyone to behave like any good guest despite Doriath's history of insane foreign policy, understood? *looking at each person in turn, his eyes lingering on Glorfindel for just a moment (it's dark/are you going to be okay?)* Any questions?
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[Jan. 26th, 2011|08:31 pm]
beleg
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*whilst still in the Palace, touches base with the various precincts and calls the borders to ensure that there is complete lockdown in Delving* *spares a brief thought for Nellas and sends her a text: lockdown in the city. stay inside and lock your doors. stay safe.*

*manages to avoid encountering any robots (she thinks) but ensures that Elrond's information on how to subdue them is passed on*

*finally, makes her way to the bunker with the express intention of discussing Túrin's suggestion with the Queen (Regent?)* *picks up the pace when she sees Mablung and Haleth and her little boy up ahead*
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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. 20th, 2011|01:14 pm]

elrond
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[Mood | stressed]

*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. 18th, 2011|08:25 pm]

thingol
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[Mood | angry]

*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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[Dec. 29th, 2010|12:45 pm]

turin
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[Mood | pessimistic]

*comes home after a father-son outing in the park, rather more exhausted than Arandur (how do they do that?)*

*checks the messages on the machine and is shocked to find a request from Mardil asking that he come by for a meeting with the king at his earliest convenience*

*turns the kiddo right back around and heads outside again, much to Arandur's delight (no, seriously...how??)*

*walks over to the palace and up to Thingol's office (where he leaves his son in Mardil's care), holding out no real hope of Thingol being in a forgiving sort of mood* *has read the latest news, after all*
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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. 29th, 2010|10:28 pm]
thuringwethil
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[Mood | predatory]

*has spent long, glorious months fulfilling her purpose (teach them to fear), and savoring more and more freedom as her Lady loosens her hold from afar (well done, little one)*

*is starting to feel the distinct itch of boredom, though; all of the dark alleys and dive-y bars are beginning to look alike, and there are only so many ways to frighten a mortal without damaging them* *so fucking boring*

*on a whim, creeps past the border of Ossiriand, all of her senses on high alert* *is even better with skulking in shadows than she was before, but still—her last experience in these parts taught her to be extra-cautious*

*drifts through the dark alleys and dive-y bars, finding them to be depressingly similar to those found in the other corners of the world* *finally decides to spice things up a little by heading somewhere a little less... dark and dive-y* *ooh, a college campus, should be plenty of self-absorbed young things in need of some (hee) education!*
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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. 7th, 2010|07:37 pm]
queenmelian
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*has retired to her garden for an evening appletini or four, thinking to relax after a rather full day*

*lounges on an elegant daybed and reads, half her attention on the colorful chorus of birds going about their business in the trees overhead* *hums softly in easy (H)armony with them between sips*

*after a while, is politely interrupted by a servant informing her she has a call* *takes the phone and checks the caller ID before answering, a broad smile on her lips* Domíran!
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[Aug. 28th, 2010|02:41 pm]
queenmelian
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[Mood | pleased]

*knowing how Olórin is, decides she had better get him over for dinner as soon as possible*

*to that end, arranges for the cooks to make Thingol's favorite foods (the better to ensure he'll show) and tells him only that an old friend of hers is in town and has wanted to meet him* *will just leave it to Olórin to figure out how to introduce himself further than that*

*as afternoon gives way to evening, makes her way to the private dining patio set in her vast indoor garden, where dinner is to be served* *hums with her birds while she waits for her husband to arrive*
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[Aug. 19th, 2010|09:03 pm]
0lorin
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*has pitched up in Doriath again on his (un)usual circuit, just in time for the summer's most oppressive heat to kick in* *ahhhh perfect*

*decides to go for a hike through the boonies before he sets foot in Menegroth proper, just because it's nice out (and you never know who you'll meet!)* *shucks his shoes, strips down to his undershirt, and sets off on a "walk" which may or may not be fully corporeal in nature*

*after some time, senses a familiar presence drawing close—oh, does she sound steamed from here the weather notwithstanding*
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[Oct. 11th, 2008|08:52 pm]

queenmelly
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[Mood | worried]

*sits quietly in front of the fire, enjoying a peaceful evening with a book*

*suddenly feels a familiar sensation coming and closes her eyes in preparation* *spends a long moment with a far-away look on her face before shaking her head and opening her eyes*

*frowns, looking worried* That isn't good. Someone needs to fetch her.
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[Aug. 23rd, 2008|12:39 pm]
beleg
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[Mood | relieved]

*makes her way to the hospital, baby in her arms, having been called in when the child was discovered on the doorstep*

*as ordered, contacts Melian directly, figuring that she should be the first person to hear the good news (just as she was to be the first person to hear the bad news, if there was any)*

*goes to the paediatric emergency department so that one of the paediatricians can check Domíran over*
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[Aug. 19th, 2008|07:50 pm]
erchamion
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*is sitting, somewhat stunned, in his wife's hospital room, twenty hours into a Code Pink*

*a Code Pink that has been called for his baby*

*tries to remain calm as a hot pool of rage begins to form in his gut*
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[Aug. 17th, 2008|09:32 pm]

loremaster
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[Mood | annoyed]

*spends the whole day sulking around the hospital, upset about the whole situation, but not having a clue what to do about it*

*watches goody two-shoes come and go*

*watches Dad! the happy grandfather come and go*

*even watches Mardil come and go*

*eventually ends up wandering through the Maternity ward late at night, with the intention of getting a look at the little monster*
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