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*has been keeping his head down throughout the fucking huge-ass storm* *in fact, is lurking waaay down in the bowels of Angband (along with every other minion not specifically on duty at the moment)* >.>

*picks up on a great deal of concentrated anger from somewhere above, especially when the star-fucker pops down for a migraine-inducing runaround* >.<

*listens to the relative silence afterward, wondering if it's safe(ish) to come out...?*

*flinches and cowers as a deafening roar of outrage, both audible and (intensely, painfully) Musical, tears through the fortress*

*maybe not* :s

*has been restless since the Festival* *spends three days pacing, swimming, and generally prowling around her ship before she finally decides to go into town and burn off some energy*

*gets off work and heads to one of her usual out-of-the-way haunts, dimming her Music and dousing her outward shine completely* *settles at the bar with a nuclear-grade Bloody Mary and unobtrusively takes stock of the other patrons*

Nah, he's too short. Eh, not bad, but too dark. Too green--what, is he even legal yet? Hm, okay overall, but those are some stubby sausage-fingers...

*slowly comes to the conclusion that she is looking for company of the tall, pale, mature variety, preferably with long archer's hands*

...

*even more slowly realizes that she won't find what she wants on Arda* :/