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[Jun. 23rd, 2009|07:24 pm] |
*having spent quite a few weeks at sea, comes to shore near Cape Balar* *doesn't even attempt to re-enter Delving because all the talkings-to in the world won't make the springs and rivers and pipes change their minds about admitting him*
*shaking the water out of his hair (and skin and bones), ambles into his favourite pub in this part of the world - the Anchorman* *is surprised to pick up on unexpected, but familiar, strains of Maiar music in the vicinity* |
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[Dec. 7th, 2008|10:31 am] |
*gets back to patrolling Doriath now their little business up in Gondolin is done* *the cows with no grass to eat no one thinks of the cows, until people want to eat steak, and then it's a whole other story isn't it?*
*tromps goes around making sure everything's settling into hibernation DON'T MAKE ME COME OVER THERE when you all come crying in March because Chester Chipmunk hogged the acorn stash all October you should have worked that out before it got to this point* |
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[Aug. 24th, 2008|10:40 pm] |
*is staring at the big screen in a sports bar in Hithlum*
Oh, for Dad's sake. Surely she knows now. Surely. I mean. He just snogged her. On national television. |
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[Aug. 18th, 2008|06:26 pm] |
*walks into a pub on the shore of Lake Mithrim, looking for something that will pass as lunch*
*is (as always) talking (rather stridently) on her phone* No, of course, I'm not worried. So what if he's not on poll? Do I sound worried? Hey, I'd worry more about that whizzkid who is at the top of the grid? How's he gonna feel looking at my guy in his rear-view mirror? Yeah. Yeah, I reckon he'll be shitting himself too.
*hangs up without so much as a goodbye and walks up to the bar to look at the food menu, still fuming (rather literally)* |
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[Jul. 6th, 2008|12:48 pm] |
*is rather pleased that certain developments did, in fact, develop, even if it was for one night only*
*is less pleased about this* *is not the Maia of Pub Brawls, damnit!*
*goes into a pub in Delving (the Rose; one of the establishments belonging to that nice silver-haired girl*
*sits down at a corner table and orders a sherry* *takes out his Folder of Stuff and begins to leaf through its contents*
(*what? it's a working lunch!*) |
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[Jun. 13th, 2008|09:36 pm] |
*can literally feel waves and waves of nauseating sulk oozing from the water every time he takes a shower or passes a water fountain*
*not to mention what it sounds like* *will mention, though: bad. it sounds very bad.*
*finally gets fed up and heads to Ground Zero*
Ossë!! |
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[Apr. 10th, 2008|08:15 pm] |
...And for those of you who have just tuned in, today we're talking about dumping ettiquette; do you let 'em down gently, give them the silent treatment, kick em to the curb, or go for the classic Dear John letter, what is the best way to end a relationship, a fling, a thang? Anyone have any horrific break-up stories, do call in. I'm sure there are some positive ones too but let's face it, the horrific ones are far more entertaining.
Keep the song suggestions coming in, so far we've had Human Kindred League's Don't You Want Me Baby, I'm not in Love, by 10cc and Heartbreak Hotel. Come on people, these are obvious. Try harder. Lines are open. |
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[Mar. 21st, 2008|04:58 pm] |
*has rather been enjoying his sojourn on the [unnamed] island off the coast of Beleriand with Melian*
*has even developed a routine: get up early, go to the beach, commune with the sea, go back to bed* *also known as that handy sheltered cave towards the centre of the island*
*wanders back from the beach, dripping sea-water all the way* I saw a cloud that looked like Ulmo. It was kinda scary actualy. D'you reckon Manwë's playing games? |
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[Feb. 18th, 2008|02:13 pm] |
*wakes up in a panic from yet another nightmare*
*takes a while to orient herself, calm down, and push all the bad feelings away*
*is still shaking when she finally makes her way to Ossë's room and wakes him*
Take me away... take me away from this place... |
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[Feb. 6th, 2008|02:44 pm] |
*leaves her apartment over the SCC office in Delving to file the end-of-year report with her boss and see who else is about*
*re-incorporates some time later in Ulmonan*
*slips around to the lounge area while the morning program's in session*
*straightens up some of the furniture while she listens to some of the call-ins* Oh don't answer that, geez. X) |
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[Feb. 2nd, 2008|08:12 pm] |
*wanders around Ulmonan late at night, unable to sleep*
*has slowly been feeling more and more herself lately, but can't shake this overpowering sense of dread, as if walls are closing in around her*
*grows weary of watching the water and wanders past Ossë's room*
*listens at his door for a bit, to see if he is still awake* |
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[Jan. 27th, 2008|05:23 pm] |
"And that concludes the weekend review of Lirillo Listens, live from Ulmonan. We hoped you enjoyed it and remember to stay tuned. Coming next we have a rare opportunity to listen to the Best of Dylan Conway's Sound of the Sea."
*waits until the on-air light goes out before sighing and taking off her earphones*
I need a godamn drink. |
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[Jan. 22nd, 2008|09:51 pm] |
*has been more or less following her new friend around, gradually becoming more aware of other things in the process*
*notices one day that something feels... itchy?? or maybe wriggly?? or... what is the word??*
*curiously* I feel different. |
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[Jan. 13th, 2008|11:58 pm] |
*has spent a lot of time investigating the underground water supply to Delving* *thinks that the time has come to come out of the cold and admit defeat*
*bursts to the surface, near the Palace building site, just as the workers are having their morning tea-break*
Nothing to see here, lads. Gotta keep up the good work though, y'know? |
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