*sits in the park not-reading a thick tome and muttering about hooligans with no respect for other people's things*

*futilely tries to keep the mosquitoes off using Nazgûl-repellent light*

*walks to the park, wearing long grey robes and a pointy hat*

*hangs a sign from a tree branch*

Dear Gandy
Problems? Dilemmas? Ask the experts! Advice for the ages!
No question too stupid! Maybe!

satisfaction not guaranteed

*sits under the tree and meditates*

*sits in the park and smokes contentedly, oblivious to all the madness*

*thought he felt his ears burning before he was loosed from the cupboard while he was napping*

*considers going to visit a youngling or two*

Perhaps after the next pipe.

*goes to visit his son and grandson*

*might have brought a a toy*

*has adjusted his appearance because he likes pointy hats, damnit*

*sits on a bench on the central square of Tirion*

*smokes quitely, lost in thought*

*stands in front of Caranthire's, pretty hungover*

*knocks hesitantly*

:S

*arrives at Feanor's, Morno in tow*

*finds Caranthire lounging on the couch*

Hello there. I bring your son.

*ambles through town, sporting sun glasses and a broad-brimmed sun-hat*

*randomly glances over his shoulder*

Me. Nienna. Sex. WHAT THE FUCK WAS I THINKING?!?!?! Oh fuckityfuck!

*hasn't even paid attention to all the talk about revolution*

Eru, I hope she can't remember. She was most certainly on some sort of trip... Ahhhh, I wish I could forget ( Read more... )

*makes his monthly trek to the pub to pick up drugs socialize*

So. . . what's new with everyone?

*vaguely wonders how Haldir is doing*