Friends InsaneJournal for Maedhros.
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| Thursday, July 17th, 2008 |
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*has had a slightly unsettling feeling for much of the evening* *is about to sit down to dinner with Oromë and Vána when he gets a sudden jolt and a moment of pure clarity* *apologies profusely to his aunt and uncle before stepping outside* *looks up at the sky and stre-e-e-etches* *takes a few long strides and breaks into a run before congealing into a ball of bright light and streaking through the skies to Ossiriand* |
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*wanders back from Irmo's and sits in a fountain for a while before going back to work* (*well, sticks her feet in, anyway*) *still is not sure what *spends a long time thinking about this from behind her desk at the SCC offices* *eventually concludes *flicks a few switches and *posts a notice:* Dear Power Management *wipes her hands of it and flounces off to a bar for a bit of bubbly |
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| HA. I made my mun physically cringe. I think that's a cupboard first! | ||||||||
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*walks to the new hotel to meet her mother for tea, as *is really |
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| Wednesday, July 16th, 2008 |
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*hauls her unconscious prey down into the basement and strips him down to his T-shirt and boxers, then plunks him into the chair she brought down earlier* *uses extension cords to bind his wrists at his sides and his ankles to the chair legs* *steps back, dusting her hands together and grinning in anticipation* There, pretty boy. All ready to play. *takes in the slack features and purses her lips in a pout* When you wake up, anyway. *hopes he didn't fatally overdose himself, the moron* (*is hungry, but corpse-blood is just so tacky, you know?*) *pulls up two more chairs alongside Ingil's* *seats herself in one and kicks her feet up on the other* *settles in to wait* |
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| Thursday, July 17th, 2008 |
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The fact that two of my brothers are getting on so well MAKES ME UNEASY. But it makes the mun squee. She's an odd one. |
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| Wednesday, July 16th, 2008 |
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*after a day spent running Very Important Errands (although has to wonder at her brothers' definition of very important), makes her way to her favourite tea-shop, just off King's Square* *sits out in the courtyard, near the small but functional decorative fountain* *contemplates sending a text to Celegorm about city-living* |
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*in no particular order has:-a captain out with a gunshot wound *great day!* *waits for Maeglin to |
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*waits with her *has lots to |
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| Tuesday, July 15th, 2008 |
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*following the most kick-ass of kick-ass parties (in spite of the early leavers), spends a good day recovering (and being informed of the cost of the damages)* *knows it's time to head back to Ossiriand and hopes that Glorfindel and his buddy have cleared up that little problem* *calls round to Argon's to find that she's not home* *tries the obvious alternative* |
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My mun is wondering if there's any interest in starting an adoptable-puppets list? Not that she has anyone in mind, she just knows I like to re-duce, re-use, re-cycle. :] |
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*sits in the back room of Lorell Inn, happily minding his (others'?) own business, smoking a cigarette of various origin* *generally keeps forgetting which day or what time it is* *which happens a lot when his wife's away, actually?* *is considering various and sundry thoughts (like the new little family), when he hears some pipes burst in the kitchen* |
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| Monday, July 14th, 2008 |
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*lands in Ossiriand in the early hours of the morning* *is still not a fan of any part of flying but at least it wasn't dark* *gets into a taxi without really paying any attention to the direction they're taking because his phone rings* Hello? -- Yeah, speaking. *listens before laughing* How did you get this number? Am I going to have to get my lawyers onto you? *waits for the response* Oh, my lawyers gave you my number? I'm gonna have to get new lawyers. *waits a beat* Or a new number. *rummages in his bag while talking* OK. Shoot. *produces a gun* Blue. No, of course not really. Yellow, it's always yellow. *produces a second gun* I'm sorry, what? Have I ever--? Oh, always. Perpetually. *pins the phone between his ear and his shoulder* Oh, I wouldn't say that. *deftly begins to load one of the guns (with blanks)* Spiders. No, really. Would I lie? *loads the other gun* Well, except for the blue thing. *passes one of the guns to Ecthelion* Absolutely not. Never. |
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*is jogging down the main street to the Marchwarden HQ, following a phone call from his son* *his actual son!* *arranged for him to get a taxi into the city centre* *is excited but also nervous? but mostly excited but definitely nervous* *fumbles with his phone as he runs, trying to phone Haleth with the news!* |
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*tiptoes through the house, peering around doors and hiding behind pillars and generally being a Secret Agent* *is good at not being seen when he doesn't want to be seen* *eventually, after a long and circuitous route to shake off his tail (if he has one), winds up at his mother's sitting room* *peeks in and sees her working on her embroidery* *waits until she stops for a moment (wouldn't want her to stick herself with a needle!) before knocking softly* |
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| Sunday, July 13th, 2008 |
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*walks down to the ice cream parlor on the appointed day, having noted the pertinent details in pen on his hand and then asked campus personnel each day if that was the proper day yet* *is in a thoroughly good mood because the Day arrived before the ink could completely fade (along with his memory)* *shifts the bouquet of roses he's brought along mainly because Amarië's always |
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*putters around in his kitchen, making dinner (for one, as always)* *has his laptop perched on the counter and his other laptop set up on the table (as usual)* *alternates between picking at his email on one and tapping out lines of experimental coding on the other* *sets a pot of water on to boil while the chicken defrosts* *figures he'll give his boss a call, since watching the pot will only make him impatient* *isn't good at Impatient* *tucks his Bluetooth in his ear and hits the speed dial* |
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*arrives in Ondolindë after a refreshing and quite pleasant visit with Erendis at the seaside* *checks into the penthouse of her *considers taking a stroll around the city, or indeed doing what she came here to do in the first place, but instead finds herself in the hotel café, paging through a magazine and sipping a cup of tea* *feels a tiny thrill of satisfaction at all of this, truth told* |
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*brings the monthly board meeting to a close, shaking hands and exchanging cordialities with the various directors and secretaries* *is just glad his position allows him to have very little face-to-face contact with them; generally conducts such meetings via conference call, but is of the opinion that a little personal persuasion and reinforcement never hurts, hence today's cameo* *finally instructs his assistant to hold his calls for the rest of the day and retreats to his private top-level office* *fixes himself a drink and wanders past his desk, running his fingers over the fine cherry grain as he takes in the familiar PPF logo and slogan displayed on the wall:* You can't beat the system.® *smiles to himself, as always, and continues on his circuit until he comes to the windows* *looks out over the city thoughtfully for several minutes, lost to his own thoughts* *finally raises his glass in a toast* To you, Ondolindë. *smile widens a fraction, as a glint of white fire flickers and just as swiftly dies in his gaze* Long may your flame burn. |
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| Friday, July 11th, 2008 |
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*is installed in her quarters in Gondolin (something she finds oddly reassuring)* *checks her email and finds that she has a message from Celegorm* *looks at the email, short though it is, for many minutes* *closes the lid of her laptop and gets to her feet* *paces for a while, thinking she might take some time before calling him* *a few hours, a few days, she's not sure until she walks over to the bedside table, picks up her phone and dials Celegorm's number* |
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| Thursday, July 10th, 2008 |
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*Has been hearing some interesting things from a little *Flies to Aman and arranges for a chauffer to meet him at the airstrip and drive him to Ilmarin (he figured Manwë wouldn't mind him borrowing the limo).* *Arrives in Ilmarin's reception, asks for an audience with Varda and waits there a like a proper, dignified visitor (instead of fobbing off the security guard at the desk and breezing through like normal).* *Is wearing a nice tie and everything.* |
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*having deposited Ecthelion back at his hotel, returns to the party at the Seafarer (running through the streets like a child would run) (from nothing to nowhere for no reason)* *finds the Imladris crew and greets them with a strained smile* Sorry to skip out early but -- uhm -- something came up, to do with work? *tugs Gil-galad away a little bit and speaks to him in a low voice* Arakáno left, Sir. She seemed -- determined. |
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Okay so to follow the last post about Gondolin, my mun is curious what you all feel about the roles the Lords of Gondolin have. And how they relate to Turgon? She was going to ask over email but then realized she was going to email like, the whole game, so figured she'd just post. :p Mostly she is curious if there are any specific functions you have worked out for your Gondolindrim but also not to overstep any assumptions. Don't ask me why she wants to know, I am the job through and through, there is no task too small Except when I'm off duty. My shuffling fingers are itchy. |
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*barely manages to make it through the day, and even then it's mostly by being disagreeable and burying himself in the work that seems to pile up so quickly when Ecthelion is gone* *considers calling Finrod on more than one occasion, but thinks it'll have to be her doing the calling *finally gives up and locks himself away in his SECRET private study* *makes friends with a bottle of whiskey* |
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*catches the late flight out of Brithombar* *arrives home in the dead of night and, despite the lateness of the hour, takes a taxi straight to Celegorm's house* *lets herself in and is rather surprised to find the house dark and silent* *makes her way up the stairs soundlessly and taps lightly on his bedroom door* Turco? |
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| Wednesday, July 9th, 2008 |
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*finds Turgon to be more *maybe he's upset about his father being in town?* *decides to find a private place to seek asylum* *ends up in the music room (no one's going to look for him there), plunking out notes (with his index fingers) on the piano* |
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| So. My mun decided to find out who, precisely, my PB is. ( according to her, the results are pant-wettingly funny ) | ||||||
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| Tuesday, July 8th, 2008 |
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*arrives at the Seafarer Hotel in Brithombar, wiping the corner of her mouth discreetly as she steps out of the car* *well, the limousine* *latches on to Gil-galad as soon as she does* Oh my Eru, the flight was awful. It was so late. But Buck -- he was the pilot? -- he offered me a ride to the hotel, wasn't that sweet? *looks around* Oh, I like this place. OK, right, I'm gonna check in and then have, like, a shower and maybe a manicure. Oh, do they do facials here? Anyways, I'll be right back and then we can party. *totters off to get settled in* |
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Just out of curiosity, does anybody actually use this to see where people are? 'Cause I sort of suck at keeping it current. (It's a pain in the ass.) But if people actually use it I'll continue sucking at updating it. I really do love film noir and hardboiled fiction, by the way. |
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*wakes up in a cold sweat, biting her lip to keep from crying* *can still see her face, as clear as if it had just happened -- the very image she spent a lifetime trying to forget* *feels an overwhelming urge to be sick* *struggles to free herself from Turgon's arm and then climbs… no, slithers, out of bed and onto the floor to find her clothes* |
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| Monday, July 7th, 2008 |
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*trudges into the station with her coffee first thing in the morning, yawning* Yo, Jen. *nods* Mike. You ordering breakfast? *settles in to find some bulletins she requested the day before waiting amidst the organized chaos on her desk* *digs out her phone and dials the number that Noldo (a very nice one, by all accounts) left the other day* *muses on whether she wants an egg sandwich or just a bagel with cream cheese while the phone's ringing* |
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*even though it's horrifically late (3am or so), is hanging out down in the hotel foyer, with a by-now empty martini glass (his 8th of the evening)* *dangles his legs over the arm of possibly the most comfortable armchair in existence while occasionally turning a page of his football magazine* *is mostly keeping his eyes trained on the hotel doors, on the off-chance that there are people arriving early for the weekend extraganza of beach and barbeque and booze* *totally thought Argon and Fániel would have been here ages ago* |
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*has just had the most nauseating experience of her life(ves)* *yes, that's right--has been subjected to a Girls' Night Out courtesy of one very pregnant Lúthien Tinúviel* *finds herself out on the sidewalk in front of the fifth nightclub of the evening, uncomfortably full (has been sampling the local fare at each location) and quite, quite unmotivated to carry out any of her plans to dispatch said pregnant bitch* *sighs to herself* *well, El Preggo isn't going anywhere fast* *will just wait until she's empty and feeling savage again* |
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*leaves the oasis of Beleg's apartment with his son, though he fancies he'd be glad to stay there with his little family for the rest of eternity* *disguises himself slightly, just enough that people on the streets of Menegroth don't really notice him, or only briefly suppose they recognize someone they know, if they do* *walks to the Palace and requests an audience with his mother, saying only that a friend of Beleg has brought the Queen's grandchild to meet her* *knows full well his ruse won't hold up for a second under her scrutiny* *doesn't intend to try and deceive her, anyway* |
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| Sunday, July 6th, 2008 |
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Dear Family, I built a Hidden Kingdom because I didn't like having you around. When are you guys going to get that and stop showing up on my doorstep? |
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*after a tiring evening, falls into an ultimately uncomfortable sleep* *stirs slightly at some point, but very quickly falls away again* [There is darkness everywhere, a darkness unlike anything he has ever known before. He is ashamed to admit it, and would not admit it if asked, but he is terrified. This night has gone on forever -- without Treelight to tell the hours, for all he knows it has been forever. Now it is done. The harsh words have been spoken, the speeches made, and the decisions decided upon. There is just one thing left. He rushes, as quickly as he can go, trying to find her. He does not relish what must come next, but he knows he will feel no peace until it is done. He will know no peace until she is at his side and he can see that she is safe and whole.] |
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*has been facing a dire lack of distractions with his compatriots on the job* *therefore finds it far less enjoyable to wind up a lounge full of Gondolin patrons with his Eru-awful (thank you, thank you) rendition of "My Way" without any singers to wind up* *takes a seat at the bar, until his evening shift at the palace starts* |
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GROUNDED. GROUNDED. GROUNDED. LA LA LA LA why yes I do have two lovely children and they are everything a mother could want. No, no, I never had any particular desire for more children. These two are EVERYTHING A MOTHER COULD WANT LA LA LA LA. |
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*after a highly productive morning, returns to the hotel with contact details for Caranthir* *has a shower first (sort of needs one) and orders lunch* *sits cross-legged on his bed, having changed into jeans, and dials the first of Caranthir's private numbers* |
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Friends InsaneJournal for Maedhros.
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determined.
happy.
hopeful.
accomplished.
moody.
excited.
quixotic.
bouncy.
satisfied.
drunk.
distressed.
harassed.
sleepy.
apathetic.
grumpy.
restless.
crazy.