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03/05/2007 16:40:00
[info]sindacollo
*sits at his desk wearing an expression of Deep Thought while he tries to put together a list of invitees to the engagement party*

*ends up just writing "Everyone Except Olwë" and passing it off to his secretary* And DON'T mail them until I've seen the invitations themselves. Your taste is atrocious. And yes, the future groom's attendance is mandatory. I don't care if he never even showed at his own birthday parties. Waste of a good pony and that drunk magician, too, damn him.

*receives a report from Precinct 2 about a messy disturbance in the market district*

*spends the next ten minutes figuring out how to get an outside line*

*hollers down the phone* MABLUNG. MY OFFICE, ON THE DOUBLE.

Current Mood: working
Tags: thingol, mablung

 
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From: [info]mablung Date: 03/05/2007 16:49:25  

*saunters in several hours later*

You rang?
From: [info]sindacollo Date: 03/05/2007 16:51:52  

You're late.

*holds up the report and shakes it at you*

What's the meaning of this? Why did you take so long to dispatch backup?
From: [info]mablung Date: 03/05/2007 16:54:01  

I was busy! Um, marchwardening and stuff. *deposits himself unceremoniously in the chair opposite you*

*kicks his feet up on top of your desk and crosses his legs at the ankles*

*looks around shiftily* I'm not sure it's safe to talk about it here, sir. They might be listening.
From: [info]sindacollo Date: 03/05/2007 16:58:05  

They might be listening.

Oh? Okay, then. *launches into a stream of code* Cistern quesadilla serpentine beeblebrox. A frumpkin chilly-wooden tertiary quince?

*just knows you can't have touched the book in ages. literal ages, possibly.*
From: [info]mablung Date: 03/05/2007 17:00:15  

*smoothly* Eighteen spidery plugs this side toward snuffleupagus haloes in its dilly waddles.

*winks twice with his left eye and skips the heels of his hands off each other*
From: [info]sindacollo Date: 03/05/2007 17:02:41  

*snorts, not unimpressed*

*points a finger at you* Beleg uber-pickle rightward uppers at a cuddlefillerproof germinal Manilow. Grok?
From: [info]mablung Date: 03/05/2007 17:05:56  

*nods and rolls his eyes skyward*

Pickle forth brocade dreg! *clicks his tongue* Snippet zee whickerbang fiddle cache catamaran. *presses his thumb to his nose and wiggles his fingers* Of ingmar bergman triple feisty fort beeeeeeuuw feather plunk Túrin eider pink.

*laughs*
From: [info]sindacollo Date: 03/05/2007 17:08:56  

*appalled* Islet pork! Cushions at the fiftieth scabbard gumption. Beleg's theaters sporfle beeswax up.

Abracadabra. Whickerworth-- *emits a high squealing sound* --laboratory dirt.
From: [info]mablung Date: 03/05/2007 17:09:47  

*evil innocent smile* It's breaker Melian wobble.
From: [info]sindacollo Date: 03/05/2007 17:12:08  

*throws a paperweight in the general direction of your head*




*chuckles despite himself* No papyrus henceforth akin. Gallant filibustering ich vapid alex. Ander hamilton?
From: [info]mablung Date: 03/05/2007 17:16:46  

*stands*

*holds his hands out as though demonstrating he's unarmed*

*winks. actually, actually winks.* Zwanzig. Mellower under juice-box living craterous east? Beleg. Pixelated gemini frozen the? Beleg.

*firmly* Fricassees pistol krangkrang banana wipers? Mablung. Grok? *wiggles his nose*
From: [info]sindacollo Date: 03/05/2007 17:19:45  

*sighs and shakes his head* Thieving battersup, Mickey Morandini-san.

*makes a shooing gesture* Y pynchon paragua quest. Murk.
From: [info]mablung Date: 03/05/2007 17:21:46  

*gives you a surprisingly respectful salute*

*sticks his hands in his pockets and meanders out of the office, whistling*

*offers a cheerful "Soylent" and a nod to one very confused secretary on his way out*
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