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Theo: so you're almost a full human again. *taps Dred's brace*

Dred: Just about! Feels good. Melly's pretty sad about it though. I need to find a way to make it better for her

Theo: I think you could buy her off with candy. You know how there's warnings for people not to go out alone right now with the whole horrible murder thing?

Dred: Yeah I'd heard.
( In this chat, I find out about another relation and nearly make out with Theodred but it's not what you think )

Oh, he's going to be paying for this for a long time.

princetheoden

Theoden: *knocks on Lio's door, tugging his cowl off with his other hand and freeing his braid*

Ecthelion: Come in!

Theoden: *steps inside* Um. Captain. I have something I should probably disclose to you
( THIS IS ALWAYS FUN TO SAY AND NOT WEIRD OR ANYTHING )

That went well! I guess it isn't such a weird thing as I thought, the Captain must have just been worried about Celegorm's temper all along.

princetheoden

Sergeant Gwaedhon: *handing out assignments for the day and tracks down Boromir* Would you handle the co-worker interviews at the House of Artificers? I was halfway through until the latest break.

Boromir: *takes the file from Gwae* Sure. I'll grab Theo and we'll head over right now. *walks down the hall and finds Theo* Hey. Are you free right now? I want to finish up the co-worker interviews.
( I am SO free )

I was a little disappointed you can't play with the artificer's toys when you're on the job, but I think we made some progress. That poor dwarf.

OOC: You might notice some inconsistency near the end of this chat. I got confused about elf races halfway through when giving out the clues from Mareke, and had to modify the lines from what was originally written. Do not blame Boro's player for any bad writing, that was all my editing.

second_time_around

I've finished making all the swords and knives for the Guards, and sent Turukáno a note that I wanted him to come see me. So I can surprise him.

Turgon: --and I want you to stay out here to call the guard if he assassinates me.
Gelgannel: Your family is fun
Turgon: Say 'yes, sire'
Gelgannel: Yes, sire
Turgon: *knocks on Feanor's workshop's door*
Fëanor: *has tidied the place up in expectation of his visit; weapons rack doors are closed, for the surprise; calls out* It opens!
Turgon: *comes in* Uncle, you sent word?
Fëanor: Yes, Turukáno, welcome!

( Come in, I hope you'll be pleased! )

Turgon: were you expecting someone else?
Turgon: oh wait, maybe that's Gel
Fëanor: I was not... ENTER!

( I am never expecting anyone, but people just keep coming by… )

Well, that was a good day. Turukáno accepted my gift, and all the Guard will be using my swords. And then Theoden! Who knew humans were such spitfires in the sack? *makes detailed notes in his journal*

ladyidis

Work got...interesting the other day as something I never thought was possible ended up happening. Someone from where I'm from came into the House of History on my shift. ...Well, sort of someone from there anyway.

( In which Idis meets her dad, kind of, and Grima is...Grima )

I don't know how to tell him that where I'm from, which has to be far later on, that we're related. That my father is Theoden King. It's not something I've tried to hide, and I don't intend to hide it but finding a way to break that news, and bringing up my mother is...I'm not sure. I don't know that there IS an easy way to bring it up. Why are there no songs or tales or accounts for THIS sort of thing again?

Current Mood: confused

princetheoden

Nuala: *out minding her own business, looking for the last few supplies she needs before she can start making things to sell in her shop*

Dagnir: *rubs up against her legs* Mrowl?

Nuala: *jolts* Och, you startled me there. *crouches down and scratches Dagnir behind the ears* What are you doing today? I hope you don't have another dead body for me to find.

Dagnir: *paws against her leg and rises up for better petting instead of confirming a corpse or not*

( What the hell does that dunlending think she's doing? )

dunlending

Ecthelion: *in his office, making a chart of all the clues they have in the murder case so far; rather paltry, sighs*

Theo: *knocks, still hasn't realized Nuala's nature* Captain! It's very important!

Ecthelion: Enter!

Theo: *comes in, nearly tripping over Dagnir who hops onto the desk* This woman's found another body.

Ecthelion: Crap. Miss. Come in.

( This has the potential to go very badly... )

dunlending

Dagnir: *runs out of an alley like his tail's on fire, and looks back and forth before seeing Nuala being harassed by a raven by a salescart. Makes a decision and strides over to get her attention*

Kak: Oh, it's you again. Go away, pussy.

Dagnir: *no time for this* MROWL *grabs Nuala's skirt with a paw*

( And more trouble looming )

princetheoden

Theo: *chases his cat, who's chasing a raven screaming 'murder! murder!'* Dagnir, NO! *nearly falls over when they get into the park, skidding on the wet grass*

Celegorm: *is tossing a ball to Huan who fetches it with glee. Turns and notices the cat.* Oh no...Huan...

Huan: Woof! [CAT!]

Kak: *flies over Huan*

Dagnir: *runs beneath Huan's legs*

Huan: *chases*

Theo: *tries to stop himself before he runs into the dog and still skidding*

Huan: *flies after the cat*

Celegorm: *piches the bridge of his nose* oh geez. HUAN!! *notices Theo and laughs*

Kak: *up into Greentwig*

Dagnir: *follows*

Huan: *chases*

Greentwig: *suddenly starts flailing branches*
( And yet, nothing died )

I suppose he's not so bad. He kept looking at my cat funny, I hope he at least TRIES to keep his dog from eating Dagnir.

princetheoden

Theoden: *having once again failed to find the crucial clue that would make Lio decide he was the best guard ever, has decided to go see Feanor under the thin premise of seeing how the sword is coming*

Theoden: *knocks on Feanor's workshop*

Fëanor: *has just returned home from a long walk around the city*

Theoden: *standing in front of his door, listening for an answer*

Fëanor: *comes up behind him* Theoden.
( Starts with a heart attack, ends with kissing )

And then he... made me dinner. Oh well. It's progress! Major progress! Fingon'll either be disappointed or proud of me, I'm not sure. But that's the end of that (that being Fingon. Well, not as a friend. He's great). Because I'm classy, dangit.

Super classy.

eeee

the_white_lady

I had some company on my way home from work today.

Theoden: *goes to intercept Eowyn at the House of Healing for her walk home, since, you know, hasn't had a chance to talk to his niece for a while*
Eowyn: *surprised to see him* Oh, hello, Theo.
Theoden: mind an escort? *offers his arm*
Eowyn: That would be very nice. *takes his arm and walks with him*
Theoden: Any miracles in the House of Healing?
Eowyn: Well, some of these treatments from the future are truly amazing.
Theoden: I was more asking about you and magic *grins*
Eowyn: No magic for me, I'm afraid.
Theoden: Well, you've turned your terror into a reasonable-ish kid, so I thought you might be a wizard, was all. I say ish, Had to repair the shelf after her suicide attempt and Dagnir won't come in if Dred's babysitting.
Turgon: *inspecting the food at a new stand to see about serving at one of his and Lio's meetings when he spots Eowyn* Well now... *straightens up and waves*
Theoden: oops, that's my cue to get out of here.
Eowyn: *waves back at Turgon* What? Wait! Why are you leaving?
Theoden: stuff involving his brother. I'll see you tonight, let me bring you supper this time. *pats her on the shoulder and flees*

( And then I have lunch with the king… )

Well, that was a nice lunch, with wonderful company.

princetheoden

Theoden: *shows up at Fingon's with a bag of groceries* *knock knock* Fiiingoon remember I was comiiiing I didn't bring the caaaat

Fingon: *goes to get the door* Hey! Oh good the cat is...yeah. We don't work well together do we?

Theoden: I think he thinks he's my chaperone. In as much as a cat thinks anything besides murder and licking themselves. *comes in* Ready to learn what Rohirrim eat instead of hunks of dead animal?

Fingon: I'm game. *leads him over to the kitchen where he's set things out and has a little table done and everything*

Theoden: *pulls out the ingredients* I had to get a little creative, different climate, different food, but... *eyes it* You know what? Let's just make cookies.
( Cooking, snuggling, and discussing the issue of him wanting to fuck his cousin )

I'm not sure exactly what I'm doing about Fingon and his cousin. I just want Fingon to stop feeling bad. The problem is, while I feel comfortable approaching Feanor for Feanor things, I... there's no way I'm going near one of his sons with my track record, especially with questions like THAT.

boromir_of_gondor

Sex and murder...well, not quite like it sounds. Both were discussed, though, to varying degrees.

Boromir: *sitting at his tiny desk in the corner of the guard house, shuffling papers.*

Theo: *on his lunch shift and hunts down Boromir, coffee and donuts in hand like a good Rohirrim, even if he's not going to Boromir's house* Hey there.

( I'd rather discuss murder than do paperwork. )

*a few moments later, at the crime scene, in the middle of the alleyway*

( And now things get really interesting... )

princessmelkor

Another day of being babysat by Dred. BABYSAT. Bah!

Theo: *comes home for lunch, while Dred is babysitting Melkor* Helllo

Melkor: *busy trying to tie Dred's feet together*

Dred: Hey *waves at Theo* I'm a prisoner
( However: He is a most agreeable minion )

Yes! A dog! It's like a wolf! And I can teach it to attack elves!

:D

Also, this 'Boromir' better not take attention from me.

princetheoden

Feanor's mask

Theoden: *finished with Fingon and looking for a particular tall, dark, handsome elf*

Fëanor: *lurking around the edges of the dancefloor, hates people but loves gatherings, it's ironic; dressed all in black with a red mask*
( I get my dance with Feanor )

Half feel he's interested, half feel he's laughing the whole time. But I can work with it. Fingon's really built up my confidence.

boromir_of_gondor

Tonight was great, really wonderful. I'm still reeling a bit over it all, but I can't stop smiling.

Theo: are you sure your ankle will be okay for this?

Boromir: *makes his way over to Dred's house*

Dred: I think so. And if not, I can take breaks. But no, it's been doing better.

( I'm more nervous than I thought I would be. )

Current Mood: happy

princetheoden

My mask for the masquerade.

Theoden: *dances with Luthien at the ball in his fox mask*

Luthien: You dance well.

Theoden: lots of lessons. You as well

Luthien: I love to dance.

Theoden: good *moves across the dance floor with her*
( Like I told Eowyn, I have trouble remembering I'm not supposed to be hobnobbing with royalty now )

Feanor's got to be SOMEWHERE.

Oh, wait, there's Fingon. I need to talk with him about him using the wrong name starting with an 'M' last night...

second_time_around

Busy busy busy. Work work work. Plan plan plan. That's my day!

Theoden: *has an hour before his shift at the festival and decides to go visit Feanor's workshop*
Fëanor: *working on swords*
Theoden: *knock!*
Fëanor: Enter! *busy busy always getting interrupted*

( Here's someone to break up that monotony… )

I better find a mask.

princessmelkor

The human, Eowyn, has set up a dinner with her friend. He, at least, calls me by my proper titles. So I can deal with heading back out into this blasted city once more. Even if it means abandoning my new minion:

He hasn't got a name yet. It will come to me. Perhaps something about darkness, or warrior bear.

Theo: *making positive the table hasn't got any odd sticky spots on it* See them yet, Dred?

Dred: *peering out the window* No one right now. *goes over to rearrange some paper flowers he found*

Dagnir: *trying to defluff his fur after an emergency 'don't infect the kid' bath*

Eowyn: *comes along with a basket of food; made the meal and is bringing dessert; holds Melly with her other hand* Come on, Melly.

Melkor: too fast!

Eowyn: *slows her pace* Sorry.

Melkor: *holds tight, moving against Eowyn's leg whenever they pass an elf* how much further, human?
( Turns out this dinner was just another step in my ongoing humiliation )

A babysitter? She's set me up with a babysitter? I can take care of myself! I am no weak child!

...but I suppose if he can cook for me and reach the things off the high shelves...

the_white_lady

Today is the day I get to bring Melly home! I hope she likes living with me...

Melkor: *holding his bag of candy, his only possession as he waits for Eowyn to take him home*
Eowyn: *comes to get her* Are you ready, Melly?
Melkor: *nods* where do you live?
Eowyn: A nice house. Not far from here. We can walk.
Melkor: do you live near elves?
Eowyn: *nods* Yes, this city is full of elves.

( Sad but true, Melkor... )

So far so good! And dinner plans for tonight. I'd better get cooking.

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Entries tagged with post: theoden

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Investigating with Boromir!

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She's going to eat my cat!

Back to the scene of the crime

Another day, another body

I have a civil tongue in my head!

Oh heck yes

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In which I talk with my pseudo-boyfriend about how to get him with other people

Sex and Murder

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Theo's last dance

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At the masquerade

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A BABYSITTER!?

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