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hadriel_logs2017-07-16 10:38 am
hadrielmods) wrote in hadriel_logs2017-07-16 10:38 am
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Event Log: Stepford Summer
Who: Everyone participating in the event
What: The Stepford Summer event!
Where: Across the city
When: July 16th-July 25th
Warnings: None!
Good morning, neighbor!
On the 16th, everyone wakes up feeling a little more... complete. The sun is shining, your bed is nice and comfortable and when you throw off the blankets, your perfect dog (probably named Spot) is sitting eagerly at your feet, waiting to be fed and walked.
The newspaper smacks against your porch and the paper boy calls out in hello as he cycles off further down the road. Sure, you can't actually read the strange symbols on the paper, but it's nice to have the ritual of it in the first place. Your parent or your sibling or your significant other is busy making pancakes in the kitchen when you come in, filling the room with the smell of delicious cooking. Yum!
The rest of the day is much like this. You straighten your tie, adjust your blazer and head off to work at a normal place, doing normal things. So what if you work with a guy who's actually a demon, or a seven foot tall elf? That's normal, isn't it?
There are cracks in the illusion, of course, but whether you're able to put it together is on you. Why would you want to, anyway? You have so many great relatives and an awesome support system, you're drinking awesome coffee every morning, and maybe you'll treat yourself to some ice cream at night before bed. What could be better?
Certainly not the cave. You don't want to remember that, do you?
What: The Stepford Summer event!
Where: Across the city
When: July 16th-July 25th
Warnings: None!
Good morning, neighbor!
On the 16th, everyone wakes up feeling a little more... complete. The sun is shining, your bed is nice and comfortable and when you throw off the blankets, your perfect dog (probably named Spot) is sitting eagerly at your feet, waiting to be fed and walked.
The newspaper smacks against your porch and the paper boy calls out in hello as he cycles off further down the road. Sure, you can't actually read the strange symbols on the paper, but it's nice to have the ritual of it in the first place. Your parent or your sibling or your significant other is busy making pancakes in the kitchen when you come in, filling the room with the smell of delicious cooking. Yum!
The rest of the day is much like this. You straighten your tie, adjust your blazer and head off to work at a normal place, doing normal things. So what if you work with a guy who's actually a demon, or a seven foot tall elf? That's normal, isn't it?
There are cracks in the illusion, of course, but whether you're able to put it together is on you. Why would you want to, anyway? You have so many great relatives and an awesome support system, you're drinking awesome coffee every morning, and maybe you'll treat yourself to some ice cream at night before bed. What could be better?
Certainly not the cave. You don't want to remember that, do you?
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"So long as nothing blows up, or gets set on fire again."
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"We'll all be on our best behavior."
No fires, no explosions. No, certainly not. Not even one. XD
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Maglor shudders in laughing memory.
"At least there will be no turkey, this time."
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He brightens and his eyes gleam with mischief at the mention of that last Thanksgiving.
"Oh yes. . . but alas! -- if no roasted bird, then neither shall we be regaled by an immortal Bard singing that transcendent epic, Porocelantë, The Fall of the Turkey!"
His eyes slide sideways. No doubt as to who the Bard is.
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"Excuse me, that was a very good song for something composed on the spot, while drunk!"
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"It was indeed. A miracle of an extemporaneous piece. And not only drunk on the whiskey, but inebriated by the wafting fumes of roasting barn fowl!" Bright smile.
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"I'd like to see you do better!"
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"Oh, you don't want to hear my composition!" Too late, you're going to hear it. He grins, lays a hand on his heart as though he is about to pledge his allegiance to the flag, and sings in a squeaky, meandering soprano that is unlike his normal low, resonant tenor: "Oh sorrowful turkey, how far you flew, ranging the skies of Pleasant Valley, oh whoops that can't be right, you were raised in a chicken coop, and the closest you ever got to the eagle's realm was the roof of the shed, but you loved your life until some jerks got it into their heads that a bird with a striped feather-duster for a tail ought to be served along with the baked potatoes and yams, oh sad turkey, oh wretched turkey, how vaunting were your hopes, how far you fell, may you find truth and justice in the bird-loud glades of the turkey afterlife. Let's eat." And he makes a gesture of swiping his fork and knife together, licking his lips hungrily.
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"Noooo stop!" He mock wails and smacks Curufin again.
"How could you torment my musical sensibilities that way?"
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"Ouch!" Mean brother, always smacking me although I am completely innocent.
"Your musical sensibilities are just too good a target. How could I resist?" Evil grin.
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"Because you're terrible." He sighs and shakes him a little.
"What did I do wrong to have such brothers as these?"
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Curufin chuckles as he is shaken and clasps his arm a little more affectionately about his brother's shoulders. "I work at it, Maglor. It's my vocation! You don't want your terrible brother falling down on the job, now do you? It's for the honor of the family!"
"I suspect you volunteered," he adds, with a big grin.
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"I suppose I did." He says however, fondly. "It was certainly hard to refuse you when you were cute and toddling. And you made less noise than Tyelko and Moryo."
You thought up the nickname in our 6WS thread, if I recall aright. XD
"Oh, I was cute, was I? I remember. . . you used to call me little crow." He had loved that nickname.
"I couldn't get a word in edgewise! Of course I made less noise. And then, I was sneakier than either Tyelko and Moryo. While they were gabbing or quarreling, I was thinking."
lol did I? Quite possible XD
You did! \o/
<3
"And you did not think so later, when I believe you labeled me 'boring'!"
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"Did I say that? How rude of me! You weren't boring, you just weren't as interested in getting into mischief as we younger ones were."
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"And you got stuck with the job. Poor Maglor!" He laughs.
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"You lot ran us ragged, Maedhros and I." He shakes his head. "Do you know that Fingon once told me that despite having Artanis as a sister he sometimes pitied me? Especially when you were feeling 'creative'!"
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And then his face becomes a little softer. There is compassion in his eyes. "But truly, you were an amazing older brother -- you both were! -- and I sincerely apologize for every gray hair we ever gave you."
"Oh, Fingon said that?" The mischievous look is back.
I MEANT FINROD but tbh Fingon probably looked at Aredhel at times and thought the same at times
Maglor says dryly and then gentles and kisses his brow fondly.
"And you were amazing little brothers."
Oops, then we'll just say our characters said Finrod! XD
Curufin squeezes his brother's shoulder affectionately. "You just kissed the moist brow of a drunk. Be careful, my sweat is a about 80-proof right now! You'll be reeling too, if you aren't careful." Grin.
"We were? You mean we weren't just little hellions? -- name one time when we weren't!" He's laughing again.
Lol
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