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[Feb. 27th, 2011|11:59 pm] |
*Wonders if Marian was onto something when she suggested doing something to get her mind off crazy sex dreams.*
*Figures that she probably owes Kirin an apology for being subjected to her family's insanity at the festival anyway.*
*Rifles through her father's rolodex (he never got the hang of mobile phone address books) until she finds his number and dials.* |
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| [Andúnië, Númenor. The Second Age, circa 3137...] |
[Feb. 14th, 2011|09:13 pm] |
( [...about tea-time.] ) |
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[Jan. 28th, 2011|12:11 am] |
*Was feeling far, far more relaxed having talked with her surprise!cousin, only to get the silent treatment from her father when she got home.*
*Figured it would be best to let him cool down so went to bed without confronting him but finds she can't help but confront him at the breakfast table when he's glaring at her over his newspaper.*
*Sighs* Would you like some tea? |
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[Jan. 16th, 2011|07:45 pm] |
*Decided to work from home after the festival debacle and has worked through just about everything he possibly can from where he is.*
*Has since been left at a loose end and found himself too distracted to concentrate on reading, so finds himself watching melodramatic black and white movies and dreadful, soap-opera weekend omnibus editions.*
*Channel surfs and eventually winds up on a repeat of Ancalime.* *Watches in horrified fascination (is pretty sure basques were not in fashion back then) until there's a knock at the door.* |
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[Jan. 2nd, 2011|08:42 pm] |
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*Hangs around on the edge of a marquee that's been set up for her dad's Eru worship...thing..*
*Completely buttons up her coat (which is plain white, of course, anything else would be "unseemly" apparently) against the cold, knowing better than to complain about why they have to hold this thing outdoors, in winter. That way lies another lecture about how in his day they held it up on the top of a mountain so this is nothing.*
*Silently watches the faithful file in, wondering how many are actually faithful, Númenórean god-botherers or how many are just here out of curiosity or because they heard the rumours about the Rómennan tradition of getting completely smashed afterwards.* |
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[Nov. 8th, 2010|09:02 pm] |
*Leaves work early for the first time since she started there, reasoning that she's entitled given that she had to spend the best part of an hour locked in a cupboard.*
*Also decides that heading to the pub is a great idea after the day she's had; she could probably use a drink owing to the fact that she got locked in a freaking cupboard.* |
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[Sep. 22nd, 2010|09:59 pm] |
*Arrived in Ossiriand and immediately got into the swing of things with a detailed power-point presentation.*
*Checks his watch when he's about half-way through.* Forty-five minutes? Time flies when you're enjoying yourself.
So, as we can see from this pie-chart, thirty percent of staff have not been meeting their billing quotas, which simply will not do. Now, if we examine a break-down by branch... |
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[Aug. 7th, 2010|07:00 pm] |
*Finds himself in work, on a Saturday trying to organise this bloody AGM and having to deal with sullen admin staff in the process.*
Make sure the I.T. suite in conference room two is working okay, I don't want any blue screens of death while Hamish is showing us his latest powerpoint labour of love. Mike did you get the catering sorted out? No, no, they'll eat here, they're not going to go out for lunch because they're not going to be able to agree on where to go. We'll have a roomful of lawyers for goodness' sake, lawyers will argue about the colour of shit if you let them. Ergo, we're not giving them a choice. Look, I know; it's the weekend, we're working and it sucks. I don't want to be in here anymore than you do but just think of the lovely overtime I'm paying you right now.
*Privately wrestles with how to keep his father from running into her. Short of sending her on a fact-finding trip to Hithlum, he's all out of ideas.*
*Decides he needs to get out of the office if only for a few minutes so goes to the nearby coffee shop for a caffiene injection.*
*Eyes the queue warily before he joins it.* It's not too bad, fairly short, moving pretty quickly. Ach, you'll be fine. |
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[Aug. 2nd, 2010|12:39 am] |
*On his way to work, sends a quick prayer heavenward, having become quite partial to the odd prayer in this life (yes, it was a surprise to him too).*
Eru, please, no surprises today; no shock rehousings, no negligence suits, no random ainur visits, just a quiet day today? Please?
*Arrives at the office and immediately notices a total stranger sitting at Marian's desk.*
Who the hell is that? |
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[Jul. 18th, 2010|11:45 pm] |
*for shits and giggles, decides to check in on one of his favouritest mortals (for entertainment's sake, only)*
*makes an appointment through the appropriate channels, for all that it would be easier to ooze out of the shadows and say boo! some night when his target is walking home after another late evening in the office*
*arrives at the reception desk* Yes. Yes, tell him that I'm here. Yes, Mister Tóth is here for his appointment. Yes, it is a first appointment. I have a case that I hope he'll take. |
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[Jul. 12th, 2010|10:30 pm] |
*Works late, as is his wont and gets caught up in a secondary text, which is all very interesting but not entirely relevant to what he's supposed to be working on.*
*Realises how late it's getting and decides it's probably best to stop being a tragic geek, stop for the night and go get something to eat.*
*Locks up his office and notices a light still on in one of the peon's dungeons cubicles.*
You're still here? |
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[Nov. 1st, 2009|04:35 pm] |
*Goes to OU's carreers service after getting her fourth rejection letter.*
*Checks out firms she wouldn't have thought of before because they're either out of her league or too far away for her (Does not want to move to a practice in Balar).*
*Becomes completely overwhelmed when she realises how many of those firms' deadlines have either passed or are in the next few days.*
*Retreats to her usual, secluded hiding/freakout spot (back of the law library, corner with the microfiche readers. No one ever goes down there; microfiche is so last Age).* |
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[Oct. 24th, 2009|10:02 pm] |
*Rushes to a solicitor's office for a trainee placement interview, cursing every red light and traffic hold-up on the way.*
*Promised herself that was going to leave in plenty of time but it's hard to break the habit of a lifetime.*
*Bounds up the steps to the office when she arrives and breathlessly checks in at the reception desk, only to be told that the interviews are over-running and she'll have to wait.*
*Sinks down into a chair, muttering to herself.* Great. I'm out of breath and I've got time to panic. |
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horny
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working
stressed
confused
scared