Caranthir the Dark (caranthir) wrote in untold_logs, @ 2008-06-27 04:37:00 |
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Entry tags: | avarian, caranthir, feanor |
Who: Feanor, Caranthir and Avarian
What: Meeting the elf Caranthir bought, then cleaning up the theatre. With a sledgehammer. Fun!
When: A day or two ago!
Where: Minas Tirith
Feanor: .... Caranthir? Why are there dresses in our Inn room?
Caranthir: Would you like the short story or the long one?
Feanor: Oh give me the long one, I am taking a break while your mother's cast cools.
Caranthir: Maglor and I will be running a theatre.
Feanor: That story was so long I think I fell asleep.
Caranthir: *rolls his eyes* we went into business with a woman. *gives a quick explaination of the ELF IN THE BROTHEL* thus, as part of the bargain, Meril works for me.
Feanor: *arches a brow* You bought a dancing elf.
Caranthir: I did not buy a dancing elf.
Feanor: That is what it sounds like to me!
Feanor: Is she an attractive dancing elf?
Caranthir: I do not know! I did not pay attention. It was too disgusting a sight. No elf, least of all a NOLDOR should be on a stage like that >.<
Feanor: You were so disgusted by the dancing elf that now she is living with us? *other brow? arched now, too*
Caranthir: So that she does not dance.
Feanor: You and Maglor bought a theatre and a dancing elf. From a brothel woman. Do I need to spend more time away from the forge to keep the both of you in line!?
Caranthir: We did not buy the theatre from the Madam. *shakes his head* We went into business with her.
Feanor: Does she KNOW you bought her?
Caranthir: I did not buy her!
Caranthir: There was no buying. She will be working in the theatre.
Feanor: I see. A Noldor you said?
Caranthir: Aye. Coincidence. She marched with my army.
Feanor: She marched with your army? She must be feeling very grateful to be in your service again.
Caranthir: Shut it. Now.
Feanor: *smirks*
Caranthir: *pokes his father in the chest* Do you want to help the the theatre, or not? the building needs repairs, and we'll need to build props and stages, trap doors, mechanical effects.
Feanor: Yes, I came back from the dead and had my body restored so that I could join the theatre. *laughs*
Feanor: *then starts thinking about it* ... It WOULD be a great place for Maglor to show off his skills, though...
Feanor: And you to show off yours, as well.
Caranthir: And you as well. *folds his arms* Bring joy to people, instead of death?
Feanor: Trap doors and stage tricks. *rubs at his face* We will need lighting, too.
Caranthir: The best stage tricks and lighting, anyone has ever seen.
Feanor: ... Well it beats the angband out of killing people.
Feanor: Do I get money for this?
Feanor: Not that my son's happiness isn't enough. *smirk*
Caranthir: We will pay you, yes.
Avarian: *peeks into inn room, eyes Feanor! D: * *darts away from the door*
Caranthir: *folds arms*
Feanor: Fine.
Feanor: What are your plans when we all sail out of here? We cannot hand the family business down to my 32 grandchildren, they will all be sailing WITH us.
Caranthir: It will likely pass to our co-owner, or to some mortal of our choosing.
Feanor: *nods* Can I meet this dancing elf you bought?
Caranthir: *nods* Of course. And I did not buy her! For the love of eru.
Feanor: Of course you did not. *laughs*
Caranthir: I will hit you >.<
Feanor: Nay, we do not need that.
Avarian: *darts her head around the door again, to see if it's safe*
Caranthir: Then drop this subject.
Avarian: *eyedarts*
Feanor: The elf you hired, then. From the brothel.
Caranthir: Yes. Though she just danced there. *twitch*
Feanor: Danced well enough for you to put her into the contract, apparently. *smirks*
Caranthir: *TWITCH*
Avarian: I dropped a dagger on my foot, actually. It was his fault. *snorts*
Caranthir: *turns*
Feanor: *turns as well* *sizes Avarian up*
Avarian: *arches a brow* *stands up to the Feanor!eye with both hands crossed over her chest*
Caranthir; *watches the two*
Feanor: My son tells me you used to inhabit a brothel.
Avarian: I did. Is there a problem?
Feanor: *paces around her, looking her up and down* You marched with us?
Avarian: A blank face amongst hundreds. *shrugs*
Feanor: Do you regret?
Avarian: Name an elf that does not.
Feanor: .... *smirks* Do you regret dancing in a brothel?
Avarian: It has its uses.
Caranthir: *twitch*
Feanor: *puts a hand on her shoulder, pats it* I approve. *looks HIGHLY amused* I have to go rescue Nerdanel.
Avarian: *tries not to look at his hand like she'll cut it off if he doesn't remove it. >.>*
Feanor: *heads out, whistling*
Caranthir: My father gives me a headache. *twitches* Perhaps I should not have begged the valar for him >.<
Avarian: You would have been freed eventually. *shrugs*
Caranthir: Eventually, yes. *twitches* I see you have moved in already.
Avarian: I had nowhere else to go.
Avarian: If you genuinely hate it I will pack up and go build a tent somewhere. *snorts*
Caranthir: Nay. That is fine. *glowers a bit, then seems to relax*
Avarian: *nods, takes a seat on a nearby bed, takes out dagger and a sharpening stone, and starts sharpening the blade.*
Caranthir: *watches her*
Avarian: *checks the edge, nods, sharpens the other side*
Caranthir: Is there a point to that?
Avarian: The edges were a bit dull. I like to be prepared.
Caranthir: Prepared for what?!
Avarian: Anything. The city is not always safe.
Avarian: *sheathes that dagger, takes out the other*
Caranthir: *rolls his eyes**walks over, takes her dagger, and throws it, embedding in the wall*
Avarian: *looks at the dagger in the wall* Now I will have to sharpen it further. *sighs*
Caranthir: Or you could find something more productive to do.
Avarian: I used to DO something productive.
Caranthir: Then come with me. We will inspect the theatre.
Avarian: *gets up* *retrieves her dagger from the wall, and sheathes it in her boot* Alright.
Caranthir: *turns and walks out*
Avarian: *follows him, quietly*
Caranthir: *leads her down to the 4th circle, and finds that central location again.*
Avarian: *looks the front over* The burn stains can be scrubbed off, and the pillar work repaired with a bit of this ... liquified marble dust substance that I have seen used.
Caranthir: *nods his heaD*
Avarian: *nods her head* *ducks inside*
Caranthir: *follows*
Avarian: *walks around the place, closing her eyes from time to time to imagine what it'll look like fixed up*
Caranthir: *sits on the stage, looking up at the ceiling**pully system..*
Avarian: *tests the wood comprising the stage here and there, then stands in the center of it, and hums a lullabye from somewhere, to test the acoustics*
Caranthir: *eyeroll*
Avarian: What IS your problem now?
Caranthir: We've already done this.
Avarian: I was not there. Was I supposed to know this?
Caranthir: You think we are stupid enough to purchase a building without testing what we need it for?
Avarian: I wanted to see what they were like, for myself. That is not a crime, nor an insult to you.
CAranthir: *waves a hand*
Avarian: *looks at Caranthir with tired eyes* Relax. I am not your enemy.
Avarian: *walks off to check the other rooms*
Caranthir: *sighs and flops over onto his bak
Avarian: *finds a room that she thinks would be good for her, and needs minimal repairing* *looks around for a kitchen area, since feeding the theatre workers is important*
Kitchen: *needs to be ripped out and replaced, but is there!*
Avarian: *wrinkles her nose*
Kitchen: *is sorry, not?*
Avarian: Well, it is better than nothing.
Avarian: *walks from there, to the backstage area, making an inner catalogue in her head of structural repairs*
Structure: *is pretty good, mostly looting/fire damage*
Avarian: *walks back around to find Caranthir*
Caranthir: *staring at the ceiling still*
Avarian: *stands near him, just like she's giving him a report* *shrugs away both the familiarity and the memory* The kitchen will need to be gutted and redone, and possibly expanded. There is a nearby pantry that can be knocked down or remodled to make space. Most of the damage is fire damage, the structure is stable.
Caranthir: That means the repairs will be vastly cheaper. *points at the ceiling* We can string..objects up there. Flying gods, falling chandeliers, whatever it is we need for a play.
Avarian: *looks up, nods her head* You and your father will have that system working swiftly.
Caranthir: *grunts and nods his head, sits up* Beneath the stage we can do further stage tricks.
Caranthir: *glances at her*
Avarian: *arches a brow*
Caranthir: *arches a brow back*
Avarian: *eyedarts, looks down at the stage* Trap doors, and things of that nature, yes.
Caranthir: Among other ideas I've had.
Avarian: Such as?
Caranthir: With gears, and rope, one can make a puppet move without a master.
Avarian: I think you will enjoy this. *nods*
Caranthir: It is..intriguing.
Avarian: There are many places that could be decorated and improved with wood carving, as well.
Caranthir: *gets this gleam in his eyes* Everywhere. Perhaps themed.... Frescos. Maglor might have some idea how he wants it, too..
Avarian: *smiles* Yes.
Caranthir: *starts to describe his vision!**this could take awhile*
Avarian: *listens, patiently, and slightly enrapt*
Caranthir: They would line the tops of the walls all the way around, and they might frame the stage itself....
Avarian: *surveys the walls, and the area of the stage* A combination of the wood carving, and then you can do frescos with the wet... dust... rock I mentioned, it will be less expensive..
Caranthir: Will it be durable enougH?
Avarian: I think so, yes. It is a very durable substance once it dries.
Caranthir: *looks skeptical*
Avarian: If you apply the paint before it dries, it will become a part of the mixture as well, and then resist fading.
Caranthir: *still looks skeptical.*
Avarian: Perhaps a demonstration. *shrugs*
Caranthir: Perhaps. I will have to see for myself. *and wants father to look at it, so that it can be improved upon*
Avarian: *nods*
Caranthir: *looks at her for a moment*
Avarian: *is not looking at him, is looking at the theatre, still trying to imagine it with frescos and carvings*
Caranthir: Thank you.
Avarian: You are welcome.
Caranthir: *brushes dust off of his pants and stands* What do you think. Really.
Avarian: I think this is the work you were meant to do.
Avarian: I do not mind being a part of it.
Caranthir: The work I was meant to do?
Avarian: *runs a hand through her hair* You are good at leading people. They follow, and they do not know why, but they wish to. You are good at managing things. You are good at creative endeavors.
Caranthir: I am also good at hunting, but I do not see how that applies
Avarian: You are grounded enough not to let Maglor swim off into the clouds, as well.
Avarian: And when you decide on something, you generally tend to stick to it. It is good for business.
Caranthir: Not good for many other things, however.
Avarian: The past is the past. We cannot change it. *shrugs*
Caranthir: I would. Change it if I could.
Avarian: I am sure we both have had plenty of time to rethink things.
Avarian: I think the truth is that this entire land would have been destroyed if things had happened differently.
Avarian: I know there are things I would not re-do, anyway. *shrugs, again*
Caranthir: *nods his head* There is truth in that statement, even if I don't have to like it.
Caranthir: *lets out a long sigh* Maglor thinks we can have this place ready in a month.
Avarian: Three Feanorians and a Noldor can get anything accomplished in a month, Lord. *winks*
Caranthir: *smirks a bit* Shall we get started?
Avarian: *twirls her hair a bit so that it's out of the way, and nods* I will show you the rock mixture I mean.
Caranthir: I meant gutting this place. *grins*
Avarian: Ah. Well then. I will get started on the kitchen.
Caranthir: *tugs his shirt off, and hops down to where the ruined seats are, and starts to rip them out of the floor*
Avarian: *stares for a while*
Caranthir: *works quickly, then moves to ripping down the burned up decorations, and several of the non-structural walls that need to be replaced**decides he likes it better with the walls gone >.>*
Avarian: *swallows, realises her eartips are going red... goes to start ripping out the kitchen*
Caranthir: *with a sledge, pretty much spends the afternoon demolishing the interior of the theatre, and having the debris carted off, until the stage and audience areas is pristine and empty.**heads up stairs, tears up the private boxes, then heads downstairs to start on the behind the scenes areas*
Avarian: *strips down to a thinner undershirt and pins her hair back into a bun, guts out all the kitchen parts, and the entire pantry wall area with her bare hands, then also moves to the backstage areas to help out*
Caranthir: *glances at her, and nods his head, then pulls down a catwalk*
Caranthir: *covered in dust, and almostbutnotquite sweaty**sledgehammers a wall down*
Avarian: *has soot smeared on her face at this point, goes to start ripping out the backstage dressing rooms, mostly comprised of wood and now sooty and dead*
Caranthir: *ties a rope to the sledgehammer, then swings it around and throws it up so that it catches on some more ruined structure**TUGS and yanks it down**catches the sledgehammer*
Avarian: *looks at him every now and then from where she's working, still staring*
Caranthir: *has more debris carted away!**Grins and goes ballistic smashing some more burned and dead wood**intends on the entire building being stripped by the end of the night*
Avarian: *shakes her head at him, goes back to stripping out all the dressing area, then guts burnt structure next to it, that must have been some sort of catwalk and ladder system*
Caranthir: *lets her get the rest of the catwalk system, and starts to scale one wall, to get at the roof**is thinking he's going to have to tear that down, or at least parts of it >.> New beam and roof structure, custom designed for stage tricks, and to amplify lighting and acoustics**decides to keep the basic shape, though**wants to consult Maggie as he probably has a specific idea or need for it*
Avarian: *climbs a bit of the structure to knock down the top of it* *borrows his sledge to do it!*
Avarian: *guts out the remainder of the catwalk, starts making her way back down the burnt ladder bit she was climbing .... loses her footing as the structure collapses, with a nice WHUMP* *laughs*
Caranthir: *laughter can be heard from above**is poking around , marking what needs to be completely replaced and what can be kept*
Avarian: *lets the stars clear from her head, then picks herself up, dusts herself off, and clears all THAT waste out*
Caranthir: *comes down, by swinging on a rope!*
Avarian: *watches* *thinks he's a show off*
Caranthir: *totally is*
Caranthir: *walks over to her* How's this going?
Avarian: *meets his eyes* The kitchen is ready, the dressing areas are all cleared out, and I ... finished the catwalk.
Caranthir: Thank you. Much of the rest is stripped. What's left can wait until tomorrow. The roof in particular.
Avarian: *nods her head*
Caranthir: Perhaps we can get the living area done, first.
Avarian: It would be convenient.
Avarian: You will wish to fix the roof and kitchen first.
Caranthir: *nods his head*
Caranthir: I've an idea, come with me. *heads upstairs with his sledgehammer*
Avarian: *follows him upstairs*
Caranthir: There are five living areas, each with a bedroom and a living room. One for my father, one for myself, and one for you. That leaves two. *smirks* I'm almost considering turning that two into one for myself, and giving the one I would have to one or two of the...ladies who will be working here instead of their old profession.
Avarian: I can think of one you might want to pursue. Two, actually.
Caranthir: I doubt I can get away without that blonde girl. *chuckles*
Avarian: Dee. *nods* The other is named Iren.
Caranthir: Iren?
Avarian: She is ill, and I do not think she will be getting much better. She cannot work the way she used to. But she designs and helps with her dance costumes.
Avarian: I think if she recovers some she would be an excellent dancer and actress, as well.
Caranthir: We will need seamstresses and costumers, regardless. It is certainly a better job than what she has been doing.
Avarian: She cannot do that job anymore. It would be better to have one than be unemployed.
Avarian: Do not let your father know you are taking the bigger room. *smirk*
Caranthir: *smirks* It by right should be Maglor. But he will be staying with Ithiriel, who has her own apartment.
Avarian: I doubt we want to hear the two of them. *snorts*
Caranthir: If they ever wed. 9_9 They are painfully slow.
Avarian: I have heard of slower. *chuckles*
Caranthir: I am sure there are. *chuckles* *reaches over and squeezes her shoulder*
Avarian: *tries not to squee and act like a 40 year old elfling* My Uncle took a good 6 thousand years to marry HIS love.
Caranthir: Six -thousand-?
Caranthir: If Maglor waits that long, I think Feanor will twitch.
Avarian: ... About that long. *does the math in her head* Nay, a bit longer.
Caranthir: *shakes his head*
Avarian: He denied himself happiness, and nearly ruined her in the process. *frowns* I hope they do not wait that long.
Caranthir: As do I. We may have to strip them and lock them in a room until they come out wed!
Avarian: *scrunches her nose* Hopefully not.
Caranthir: That would be entertaining. *grins* The looks on their faces.
Avarian: *chuckles*
Caranthir: *smirks*
Avarian: *reaches her hand up to his, and gently removes it from her shoulder* I want a bath.
Caranthir: I'm not going to draw your bath for you. *Sneers* But you are welcome to go have one, if you leave warning so father doesn't..have an unwanted surprise.
Avarian: I did not expect you to. I was explaining where I was going. Stop assuming.
Avarian: *walks off, to get her shirt*
Caranthir: Go to Angband. >.<
Avarian: I've BEEN there!
Caranthir: *blinks*
Avarian: *is in "kitchen" now, pulling on her overshirt*
Caranthir: *walks into the kitchen* We've all been there. >.<
Avarian: Have you been IN?
Caranthir: Of course not, I would not be here today.
Avarian: I would think that you would survive it, if I could. *finishes tugging her shirt on, pulls the laces shut a bit*
Caranthir: Point taken. You must the niece Aurion pulled out of that place. I did not even know you had survived, only that he barely did.
Avarian: We both still have scars.
Avarian: *lets her hair down, shakes it out, and combs her fingers through it* Definitely need a bath.
Caranthir: I am surprised, with the mental scars of such a place, that you have not fallen on your own blade.
Avarian: According to my Uncle, I spent 10 years in there and another 10 recovering enough to fight again. I have no memory of it.
Caranthir: *nods his head**slightly pittying look*
Avarian: *eyedarts* Barely any memory of it.
Avarian: ... Bath. *nods* *walks past him*
Caranthir: *grabs her arm* Barely?
Avarian: Let go.
Caranthir: No.
Avarian: *glares at him*
Caranthir: *grips tighter, intentionally bruising*
Avarian: *locks her jaw*
Avarian: *stares at him*
Caranthir: *staring at her**expectently*
Avarian: *remains silent*
Caranthir: Bah. *lets go of her* Be stubborn.
Avarian: You do not need to know what I remember. *shakes her head*
Caranthir: So be it. *waves her away dismissively*
(and yes he's still shirtless XD)
Avarian: *squeezes her eyes shut, sighs, and starts making her way out*
Caranthir: *snorts*
Avarian: *would have stabbed him if he'd been anyone else*
Caranthir: *would call her a coward if he knew thaT*
Avarian: *would wonder then, which part makes her a coward*
Caranthir: *not stabbing him*
Avarian: *does not stab people she respects*
Avarian: *does go have a bath drawn up, smack in the middle of their inn room*
Avarian: *strips, and sinks into the tub, wincing as the soapy water hits her back* *is glad the tub is big enough to soak her entire body in, even ducks her head under, and soaps her hair up*
Avarian: *scrubs Caranthir off of her with a bit of gritty soap* *wishes she could scrub him out of her head, too*
Avarian: *rinses a bit, then just kind of leans back, and soaks in the hot water, forcing herself into an excercise she uses to keep herself sane* *makes herself remember happy things - Uncle and Aunt's face at the docks, with their twin children, a smiling man...*