So. . . what's new? I don't get out of the cupboard ship too much.

*awakes to the pleasant sensation of a tongue licking his ear*

*giggles and opens his eyes*

( :S )

*stops by Elentir's to take his measurements for that straight-jacket check up on him*

*sees a note attached to the door*

Dear postman,

Please forward all mail to my Sekrit Hideout™ until further notice.

. . .

Oh dear. . . . :(

*starts to think about buying Manwëmas presents, now that he has some family here*

*strolls along, looking in shop windows*

[EDIT] *goes to see Elentir*

*walks along brooding whistling cheerfully*

( *attracts some unwanted attention* )

*is no longer cold*

*is in fact, hot*

( *very hot* )

*makes a miraculous recovery because his mun is pretty damned tired of dealing with all the shit that has grown out of it*

ETA(( My apologies to anyone I've offended))

Current status- Frosty.

*in spite of best efforts, gradually slides into a nearly comatose condition*

*wakes and finds himself alone*

*lies thinking for a while before eventually managing to get up, get dressed and go out*

*slowly makes his way to his ship whichisdockednearbyandnotsomegodawfulplacelikeAlqualondë*

*sends out messages to the crew and sits in a chair on the deck, watching them work*