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[bastard_irmo]

*sits by Maglor's bedside, smoking quietly and waiting for him to gain consciousness*

*figures he should probably tell the Feanorian's what's happened to save the wife more lawsuit threats and other assorted abuse*

*sighs quietly*

What a bloody mess. :S

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[gentle_este]

*comes in*

Any change?

[bastard_irmo]

*shrugs*

He's sleeping more peacefully now and he's started dreaming. So far no nightmares, so that's good.

[gentle_este]

*sits down beside you*

Those 1st Edition elves really are tough. He'd probably be dead if he was a rehousing. :S

You haven't told the family yet then? :\

[bastard_irmo]

*shakes his head*

No. But I'll do it. Not having Feanor give you grief over this. >:|

[mornaquilde]

*turns up to get his cast off*

*knocks*

[gentle_este]

*Opens the door and takes the "Bugger off, we're operating sign" off it.*

Oh. Morno. Yes. I said I'd deal with you today...sorry. :S

[mornaquilde]

Sorry? What, does this mean I've got to lumber about in this thing for another day? Well. If you're busy you CAN just give me the surgical circular saw...

[gentle_este]

No, no it's all right, come in. It won't take long. We've just had a slightly busy time of it, what with your eldest uncle getting all his memories back and accidently tipping your second-eldest over a cliff in the process. :(