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*sits crouched atop a smooth stone in the middle of the stream running through one of his gardens, perfectly balanced on the balls of his feet*

*gazes down into the water, looking for all the world as though he's completely zoned out* *which, to be honest? he sort of is*

*is once again attempting to Fathom the Wishes of Fish, along with listening to those of the patients in the healing wards* *has some rather strange impressions which will have to be sorted out later, as a result* *don't worry, he does this all the time*

*occasionally gives a slow, heavy blink and taps all of his fingers (and both thumbs) against his knees in a precise order, as though plucking at invisible strings*

*or could just be tapping out the beat to a song floating through the dreamscape, who knows?*

*FINALLY has enough for a proper Euchre game*

*deals out cards on a levitating table*

*could explain how the cards are actually Metaphors™ in non-Euclidean time-space, but instead, manifests a bowl of pretzels and pitcher of Fresca*

*Arrives at the Ring of Doom so he can get the latest meeting underway.*

*Manifests in time to catch Ulmo and Erinti in mid-conflab, looking for all the world like they're conspiring about something.* ¬_¬

*Settles down in his throne and gives the agenda a last look over.*

*splashes out for Parcheesi, vanilla rooibos and honey crullers in the Main Hall*

*really hasn't done a proper study on the effect of honey crullers on fëa-hroa separation* *just bets it's fabulous!*

*takes a moment to read the curtains*

*wonders if the sad Finarfinian is done with his homework Rubik's cube yet*

*try as he might, cannot ascertain any rumor of Edrahil in the Halls at all* *and believe you me, he knows all the hiding places*

*could ask Lord Námo?* :s *uh uh, no*

*debates on whether or not to inform Finrod of his non-findings*

*looks up at his notes after the intake with Finrod* *or at least what are recognizable to him as notes*

Self-Doubt.
Obstacles.
Guilt.
Self-Worth.
Plummeting Optimism.

...

Daresay those'll be some nice shades of blue.

*tacks them up to the curtains for Vairë's interest and goes off to see if any of the suicides are still up for a Game Of Life™*<sup>1

1</sup>Pun may or may not be intended.

*has been keeping mostly to himself since arriving at the Halls*

*figures he should probably find Edrahil and the nameless Other Nine at some point, but is feeling too tattered and scattered to do much beyond huddle in the corner right now*

*worries*

*mourns*