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*leaves the casino, walking at a brisk (refreshed) pace, making a mental note to commend the establishment on its customer service*

*heads into the shopping district with a mind to purchase a new pair or six of shoes (it must be genetic) when she spots a familiar face sitting at a table in the courtyard of the café*

:|

*looks away and keeps walking*

*heads down to the dungeon to check on the prisoners*



And how are we feeling this fine Sun-less afternoon? >:D

*comes to, quite some time after being abducted by Melkor*

*finds that she is [i] not at home and [ii] in chains* *rattles them experimentally before coming to the conclusion that they're like something Grandad Aulë would make*

*tries to remember what her father taught her about these types of situations but find that she's too ... afraid?*

*lipwobble* Daddy?

*has been ensconced in the bowels of Angband since His return, glaring into the palantír with a sort of mad gleam in His eyes* (*not that anyone would be able to say as much, of course--anyone who actually looked into that mad gleam would probably be incinerated on the spot*)

*misses His boy is furious at the insult to Himself* >:|

*wasn't entirely sure what He was looking for when He began, but has brewed some choice ideas as He's channel-surfed casted His stone-enhanced vision near and far* *has made a few preparations in anticipation of those ideas, in fact*

*finally pauses in His searching* *re-focuses the view* *. . .* *refocuses it again* *! ! !*


*smiles* *nay, smirks* *chuckles to Himself, the sound low and rumbling and full of dark promise* Perfect.

*contacts His first lieutenant* Súro, get those Ainu-strength chains ready. Immediately.

*glances at the palantír once more, and demanifests*

*reappears in the stronghold with absolutely no warning, as usual, and drops a whole load of luggage and shopping bags on the floor*

MIIINIONS, I'M HOOO-OOOOME!

*continues, remarkably cheerful* Súro! Out of My throne, NOW. *barely glances at the new addition* Dru, Glu Glaurung, 'Gwethil, come get your souvenirs. Kitten, if I were you I'd get out of My sight while I still had legs. Moriel, darling, where's the fucking Welcome Home banner?

And where's My boy? FANKIL! COME TO DADDY! HE HAS PRESENTS!

*has his favorite fuck-toy lieutenant back!*

*has an independent command again!*

*hasn't seen that annoying git Fankil in days!*

*walks through the park with a jaunty step, nostalgically revisiting one of his murder sites, and senses a malevolent? presence in the pond*

*is intrigued!* *picks up a stone and chucks it in*

*wanders around Tirion for a while and eventually picks up some info about the local Evil Stronghold*

*makes his way out in that general direction and finds the fort eventually*

*walks up, a little surprised to be unchallenged* :?

...

*knocks on the door*

*is in a crafting!mood and decides his old armor is getting a little passé*

( *forges himself some shiny new duds* )

*is seriously, majorly depressed PISSED OFF* ;_; >:|

*has spent the past two days eating His emotions, mmm Elf crackle venting His fury on any available target and trying to get the stink out of the fortress*

*finds the binging torture just isn't doing the trick* :/

*contacts His lieutenant* Súro, I'm taking off for some Me time. You're in charge, et cetera et cetera. Build whatever you want in the meantime, Angband's getting too comfy-cozy-looking to be Evil. And for fuck's sake, be a good Maia and don't let the place fall down in My absence!

*vanishes*

*flinches eversoslightly and decides that now would be a very good time to make a trip into town* *would rather find a whipping boy of his own than be one for a change*

*café, usual table, yadda yadda*

*having returned Ereinion to the loving bosom of the family, leaves the house and makes her way to the park*

*sends her thoughts towards her father* *the grown-up one* *the interesting one* Da-ad? I'm bored.

*reports to Melkor*

All right, the tunnels are finished, the foundations are laid, and I've had enough dirt in my hair/shoes/collar to last for at least another three re-embodiments.

I want to go to Angband right now and I want to build the biggest Erufucking tower in existence [it's missing that Thangorodrim touch, don't You think?] and I want to sit at the top of that fucking tower for at least. a. year.

((Presenting a scene crafted by myself and calatha during the long, dark hours of the IJ blackout. Because everyone could use more Melkor/Sauron in their lives. ;) ))


( Angband was feeling... small. )

*pays a call at the House of Incestuous Cousins to visit his daughter*

*knocks on the door* *but not in a polite way, naturally*






((Robert Downey Jr.))

*is in a foul, foul mood*

*wants to know what the fuck they were up to, playing about with Nienor's Music like they were* *has uncomfortable suspicions* >:/

*is keeping His ears and senses peeled for any more strange Musical anomalies while He considers His next move*

*starts at a brief, bizarre blip on the Morgoth-dar* *strains His senses, frowning deeply* *thinks it sounds... strangely familiar?*

...

*shoots off a PM* Súro? Are you hearing this? What the fuck?

*is fairly sure he's just been unequivocally dumped* *really isn't used to being in this position*

*knows in his heart of hearts, he should go back into his father's house and spend time getting to know his (OME so big!) little girl but really doesn't feel like facing anyone right now*

*goes into town* *buys a large bottle of bourbon in the supermarket and heads down to the park*

*sits down on a bench opposite the duck pond and stares at it unblinking* *doesn't even notice when one of the female ducks squawks in indignation and flaps away across the pond*

*stands in the take-away queue at the café, somewhat annoyed with the Casino's inability to serve a decent cup of coffee and wondering when his father is going to want to go back to digging tunnels at the new stronghold* *hopefully not any time soon, doesn't especially like digging tunnels either*

*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* :/

*gets up early, having had only an early shift at the pub the previous day*

*sets about getting Gwilwileth's breakfast ready*

*sits down at the kitchen table and wraps her hands around her mug*

So, baby girl, what do you want to do today?

[edit] *brings her niece down to the park*

*stays near a busy exit and watches Gwilwileth play in the snow, without gloves on, OME*

*hitch-hikes on a goods-wagon passing through Tirion* *jumps off and looks around the main square*

*draws her sleeve across her face, mumbling* Oh, goodie. My family's historic seat. I can't wait.

((me; kate mara; gender-switched celebrimbor, yo))