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*blinks*

*emerges from some point behind Vairë's couch*

*notes the presence of mortals everywhere*

Does this mean I'm out of a job???

*notices something under the couch*

Ooh. Hey. Burrito.

*is stressed, erudammit*

*can't cope with uppity Noldorin ghosts who won't play checkers and who keep demanding to be let out*

*sits and stares at the pile of paperwork on his desk* :s :s :s

*really needs drugs for this kind of thing*

*so gets out the next best thing: a checkers board!*

*hears the news*

*sits eating burritos before twigging that he should probably go into work*

*scratches his head and demanifests*

*manifests in Tol Eressëa* That's not right.

*concentrates and manifests in his Halls*

*still munching a burrito* What's up?

*is rooting through Vairë's handbag for drugs*

*throws wool and needles all over the floor*

( *finds a photograph* )

*is worried about all the scarily healthy and wholesome people*

*decides to take up jogging*

*wanders around aimlessly*

*randomly melts piles of snow cos DUDE! it's freaking hilarious*

*stumbles into town looking distinctly worse for the wear*