*is on the prowl*

Oh, Turco...

*notices her house seems to have been taken over by young'uns*

*thinks this is rather odd considering a certain person's ridiculous paranoia*

Okay, Miril. What do you want to do today? :s

*squee*

*heads down to Fe-fe's wine cellar*

*finds the boyfriend-whatever-thing passed out on the floor, just as Estë's common sense mystical Valarly deduction told her she might*

*kneels down beside him*

Turco? :s

*pines*

*spends the morning rediscovering the fun of throwing knives in Caranthirë's backyard*

"Pub" really ought to be a verb. THWACK!

*sets out to "pub" with vigor and ignore the growing need for cheap sex for the time being*

ETA: *follows Elladan's directions and knocks nervously on Estë's office door*

*is recovering nicely from the emotional trauma of the past few days*

*is also most grateful for the kindnesses of her new allies despite her damn mun being MIA lately*

*wanders around the house, looking for Túrin*

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*wakes up with a pounding headache and aching body*

*finds herself tied up in an unfamiliar bed in an unfamiliar room*

*notices that every inch of wall space is covered with pictures*

*inspects the wall nearest her head and realizes that every one is a picture of HER*

Oi. Not again.

*is getting used to homelessness*

*traipses about and ends up at the beach. BEACH?!*

*sits on a rock and ponders recent events, glad of the relative calm*

*tries to think about her love but mentally drifts to Teh Mortal Enemy too often for comfort*

( *dreams* )

((New mun here. Please, be gentle. :-)))

*FALLS out of the cupboard with a crash, shakes head woozily*

Whafuck is IN that thing?!

*is feeling nomadic* >_<

*ransacks the kitchen, wondering what kind of food and/or drugs they have around here*

My paid account expired today.

Apparently these are the icons LiveJournal decided I should keep.

...

Yeah. Not subtle, are they?