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*goes outside to let Suraya know that it is way past her bedtime*

*sees absolutely no sign of her*

*does a quick tour of all her likely hiding places (her room, Talwë's room, the Meadows, Aulë's forge, Lórien (where the peacocks are) before manifesting in Ilmarin*

*with a very cold fury radiating from his Music, suppressing any panic he might feel at this moment* Suraya has disappeared. Suraya has disappeared.

*heads back down to the pub's main floor after a thoroughly enjoyable afternoon romp, straightening his blazer and finger-combing his hair a bit*

*laughs and replies to Legolas as they hit the last step* ...no, I think you've got the right idea. What we need to do is re-decorate one of those rooms to look like a generic executive office. So, like, if you ever fantasized about fucking on Turgon's desk? You could totally squint and pretend.

*quickly heads into Tirion after Tilion casts off for the night*

*has A Lot on her mind*

*really really really needs to spill her guts to someone*

*bursts into the pub in a flare of near-daylight, hoping to hell Telu's still about*

TELU?! Anybody seen Telimektar? Constellation, yea tall, scary motherfucker? TEEEEEELUUUUUU!

*has had that song stuck in his head* *for days* *is seriously a little unhinged*

*is also still wondering whether he should be amused or aghast at his teenaged brother's newest hobby* *is now wondering if he was that obnoxious?* X)

*point-blank, as usual* Telu? One, I think I'm in love with a girl, and two, did I ever whine at you to fuck me?

*finds himself in a cell constructed of demanifestation/telepathy-proof Harmony* *SPIT*

*experiments with zapping it with small jolts of Discord and only succeeds in shocking himself* OW *...* *actually, finds that kind of ...stimulating* eheheheh.

...

*decides to shriek for a while*

HEY. I HAVE RIGHTS YOU KNOW. I WANT A LAWYER AND I WANT MY TELEPHONE TELEPATHY CALL. YOU CALL THIS A CELL? I ESCAPED FROM MANDOS AND I CAN ESCAPE FROM THIS DUMP TOO provided someone forgets to lock the door again. *etc., etc.*

*sits in her rocker out on the nursery balcony, dreaming lightly while Laurëanna nurses*

*is tired (those multiple night feedings take their toll), but otherwise? could be considered content*

*accompanies Telu home after a pretty eventful night*

*stretches a little as they reach the front door, looking askance at his companion*

...You sure you're all right, man?

*has had an okay day, on the whole* *met Sauron's youngest daughter, who is quite intriguing, to say the least* *thinks He may just have to keep closer tabs on that one* >:)

*returns to Angband just in time to get out of the fucking storm* >:/

*hustles down to the depths of the place, already nursing a headache at all of the noise* For fuck's sake, can't just whip up a regular storm, oh no, they had to make it as LOUD and OBNOXIOUS as possible...

*gets a little suspicious as the storm drags on with no appreciable letup in the tumult* *pops a few Vala-strength aspirin and casts His senses out wide, gritting His teeth at the harmonic clamor*

*picks out an odd set of anomalies in the Music* *narrows His eyes and focuses*

. . . SONOFABITCH. >:|

*immediately summons a flock of corrupted spirits of Air to Himself* Right, you lot. Isil. Get there. Make screaming nuisances of yourselves. I've a smaller fish to fry. Go.

*prior to the next stage in the re-Nienorification of Niënor, summons the interested parties to Ilmarin, whether they are physically present or not*

*addresses the gathered assembly and the more distant celestial bodies* The plan is as follows. Sir, Lord Ulmo, I require cloud cover and plenty of it. Arien, I need you to pile on the heat during the day so that a thunderstorm will not be unexpected. When night falls, my Lady Mother and my sister, together with Ardamírë and Ingil are going to provide the brightest starlight they can. I want glare and I want sound and I want a wall of Music between the ground and Isil. I want the brightest and loudest thunderstorm these skies have seen. I want the enemy to have to shield his eyes and cover his ears.

*wakes up veeeery slowly, blinking in confusion* *has the distinct impression that something is different about the world?* *can't quite figure it out, though*

...

*oh, right!* *baby brother is back* :)

*grins and slings an arm over Telu's middle* Hey, 'd I tell you m'brother's... back...?

...

Annnd apparently I'm a dude again?

*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* :/

*after another night of shine-shine-shine, contemplates going straight to the pub at opening-time*

*opts, instead, to potter around his kitchen, making super-Vala strength coffee while attempting today's Cryptic Crossword*

*mutters* "Not very bright" ... six letters. Oh, this is stupid!

*tosses the paper onto the couch and hovers (figuratively, not literally) by the coffee-maker*

*heads up to Ilmarin with Telu just as the Sun goes down, intending to check in with Ilmarë and say hello to Amarië before the night shift starts*

*asks after her sister and is told that Amarië has taken to reading out on one of the observation balconies*

*turns to her partner (in crime)* Telu, I'm gonna go give Ilmarë her stuff back *mumbles* andaskaboutsomeothergirltypestuff. *cough*

Mind heading up to see Amarië ahead of me? I'll be up in a sec.

*is having a rather enjoyable time, all told*

*raises his eyebrows when Amillo starts singing*

*bows his head to Ingil* Shall we dance, baby?

*thinks there's been enough Serious Music, Bad Music, and Just Plain Silly Music*

*decides the party needs to start swinging and gets a few Telerin horn players up on the stage*

*gets in from his visit with Amarië, feeling rather more chipper about that whole situation*

*goes a round or three in bed with Telu* *consequently adds two or five items to his list of Reasons to Not Be Injured* :)

*decides to take a short nap before they leave for work*

...

*at some point, turns over in his her sleep and snuggles closer to his her work/bedmate, blissfully unaware of certain new attributes*

*inspects himself in the mirror and decides he's probably in good enough shape to get back to work* :) :)

Hey, Telu? Got room for a passenger on the way up tonight? And can we stop at Ilmarin first, just to check in with the boss?

*has heard the news about Falathar from Ilmarë*

*has one destination in mind: Elwing's Tower!* *the fact that it's casserole night is purely coincidental*

*manifests to Elwing's kitchen and greets Elwing, Eärendil and their guest with a burst of information* Oh my fucking Eru, Elwing, how are you, beautiful as ever is that casserole? Ilmarë just told me that it's all action stations at Ilmarin. Melkor only went and took out Amillo's Quendë and Amillo's all depressive and fuckin' Ossë started giving out yards to Ulmo and Nienna's crying up a storm. It's all high drama. Who are you?

[edit] *pitches up in Ilmarin with Eärendil and Amillo's Quendë's brother* Yo, anyone know where the sick Quendë is?

*hears the news just before being released from Lórien*

*immediately checks in on his sister, who doesn't seem much for company at the moment* :(

*makes sure his father's been contacted, then leaves and makes his way to Telu's, looking fairly stunned*

*wakes up* :(

*dresses* :(

*has breakfast* :(

*feeds his cat* :(

*heads topside to pilot his vessel through another long, lonely night* :(