Friends InsaneJournal for Maedhros.
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| Friday, July 3rd, 2009 |
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*has been very busy since his trip to Gondolin, between the construction sites he and Dill are working and the beginning of peak balloon-season* *on the family front, has also endured countless questions about "that Gondolin guy" he's "so hung up on" he "can't see straight" *is driving back from an evening flight, one arm draped out the window and the other slung over the steering wheel, when a slight rumble from the passenger seat snags his attention* *blinks and glances at his companion, realizing quite suddenly that he's been lost in thought for... a while* *sheepishly* Oh. Sorry, 'd you say something...? |
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| Monday, June 29th, 2009 |
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*has been pulling some pretty epic workdays of late, between doing general Flower Third business, as well as overseeing the refurbishment of Glorfindel's apartment* *after the end of another long day, which included butting heads with an interior designer with dubious qualifications, texts Ecthelion to arrange to meet up with him at the Fountain* *arrives bearing a notebook stuffed full of up-to-date photos and plans* |
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| Saturday, June 27th, 2009 |
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*has had very little to do in the weeks since AOT wrapped up the latest production season* *does have an unrelated TV movie gig slated for mid-summer (actually, he was pretty well slammed with offers from the networks holy cow), but until then is content to take the break* *being a small-screen star is so much more work than anyone ever mentions* *has been using the downtime to work on his OSL with Ethan, visit his parents, and of course, spend quality time with Finduilas (it's more work now that they're not shooting together almost every day, but he's loved making the extra effort)* *finds himself installed on Ethan's couch one afternoon, chattering with him in their by-now standard mix of lip-reading, careful signing, and shorthand typing* *may be a little more distracted than usual—hence his thirty-eighth straight death in the same place on Super Moria Bros.—but he really can't complain when his brother has just supplied him with orange Jell-O* |
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| Wednesday, June 24th, 2009 |
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*spent the last two days in Vinyamar, of all places, *has basically been in a state of complete shock since the Big Meeting on Day Two, during which he agreed to accept a staggering sum of money in exchange for his forthcoming album (and the first offer, which he refused at Salgant's recommendation, was pretty mind-boggling in its own right)* *has no sooner set foot on Gondolin soil again when he gets an email from Roxy, detailing his evening (read: post-real!job) schedule for the next week or so, which she obviously compiled in collaboration with Salgant* *is feeling pretty overwhelmed at this point but figures all he can do is start at the top of the list (STYLIST) and work his way down (after calling the rehab clinic and asking them to relay the message to Glorfindel that he'll drop by the following day, on his lunch hour)* *makes his way to the address designated next to this item (and yes, he guessed from the address that this is probably where he would end up) and pushes the door open a little warily* |
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| Ehtello? Did you drop a flute in Germany? | ||||||||
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| Tuesday, June 23rd, 2009 |
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*is hunched on his favorite seat at his favorite bar, dismantling his second plate of wings and keeping an eye on the television (his favorite team's playing a halfway decent game, for once)* *strips half the meat off one of the wings just as a pass misses by a mile—figures they'd blow it soon as they were getting ahead* *joins a group of guys down the bar in complaining, loudly and as fervently as any true fan would* Oh, c'mon, what the hell d'they pay these assholes for?? |
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*having spent quite a few weeks at sea, comes to shore near Cape Balar* *doesn't even attempt to re-enter Delving because all the talkings-to in the world won't make the springs and rivers and pipes change their minds about admitting him* *shaking the water out of his hair (and skin and bones), ambles into his favourite pub in this part of the world - the Anchorman* *is surprised to pick up on unexpected, but familiar, strains of Maiar music in the vicinity* |
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| Monday, June 22nd, 2009 |
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*is on his way into the stables to say hello to his horses when he hears a great deal of commotion coming from the practice ring around back* *walks around the building and comes into view of the ring in time to see his daughter sitting backward astride a jittery-looking Buttercup* *sternly* Liltëas! Get down from there right now. |
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| Okay...so...my PB wins six out of seven races and then finishes the next at a season-low sixth and I sort of have to wonder if it's a coincidence. | ||||||||
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