From: mablung	Date: 03/06/2007 08:50:04

*is lounging around in his comfy leather chair, eating popcorn and reading porn*

	From: gorthol	Date: 03/06/2007 08:52:36

*raises his hand to knock and then sees you through the open door*

*puzzled* Where's Beleg?

	From: mablung	Date: 03/06/2007 08:53:25

*pulls his eyes up from the centerfold with some difficulty*

*dryly* Hello to you, too, sunshine.

	From: gorthol	Date: 03/06/2007 08:55:02

Hi. *walks in and looms over your desk* *is good at looming*

Where's Beleg?

	From: mablung	Date: 03/06/2007 08:58:40

*carefully folds up Dickimus Maximus and tosses the magazine onto the pile*

*glares completely ineffectually* Beleg is in Hithlum and you need to work on your people skills.

	From: gorthol	Date: 03/06/2007 09:00:39

*taps his foot* Hithlum? Again? When will she be back?

	From: mablung	Date: 03/06/2007 09:04:18

*cheerfully* Very well, thank you. We could use the rain, don't you think?

*shrugs* No idea. The thing about being an ambassador is you have to live someplace else, see? Or in a mini-home someplace else, anyway. Which is sorta weird, if you think about it. Does that mean just the embassy has the right electrical outlets and all the right programs on TV, or what?

	From: gorthol	Date: 03/06/2007 09:08:20

*stares at you* Rain? What are you talking about?

An ambassador?? *is at first completely clueless as to what to do with such wrong, so very very wrong information*

*looks at his watch* I guess if I leave right now I can be there in...

*is halfway to the door again when he remembers why he came here in the first place* Dammit.

	From: mablung	Date: 03/06/2007 09:12:44

*eyeroll* Nothing you'd understand, Cro-Magnon Man.

*gestures to his inbox* If you'd like to leave a message with Joe outside, he'll see that it gets directed to Personnel, who will transfer it to Records because Chrissy is new and a complete moron. Then Telchar will copy it in triplicate and send it up and I'll post the message to Beleg within six to eight months.

	From: gorthol	Date: 03/06/2007 09:14:13

*turns back around*

Have you seen Nienor?

	From: mablung	Date: 03/06/2007 09:15:51

No. No, I don't think so. Possibly never. No. Definitely not. No.

Who's Nienor?

	From: gorthol	Date: 03/06/2007 09:18:08

*more to himself than anything* It's just...I sensed you talking to her the other day, but I haven't seen her face-to-face since then and...she was okay for a while but now I'm not seeing anything clearly...it's all so fragmented.

	From: mablung	Date: 03/06/2007 09:23:12

0_o Haaaaaa yes. Talking. Which is performed with words and larynxes, right. *really does not enjoy the notion of Big Brother watching his every completely innocent and noble move*

it's all so fragmented

*comes over to you and rests a hand on your shoulder* *sigh* Maybe because you're freaking out again? I know you don't have to worry about blood pressure but can't you pretend you do?

	From: gorthol	Date: 03/06/2007 09:27:38

I'M NOT FUCKING FREAKING OUT WOULD EVERYONE QUIT TELLING ME TO FUCKING RELAX WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU PEOPLE WANT ME TO DO WHEN I'M THE ONLY ONE WHO GIVES A SHIT!

*...*

Sorry. *deep breaths*

	From: mablung	Date: 03/06/2007 09:30:52

Jesus. Take a cunting vacation already. ...Yeah, yeah, I know.

*kneads your shoulders* Calm down. *sees your eyes wandering and slaps your face lightly* Listen! Calm down. Okay. Good. Are we good?

	From: gorthol	Date: 03/06/2007 09:33:53

*breeeeeeeeathes*

*unclenches his jaw* Yeah. All right. Don't fucking slap me.

	From: mablung	Date: 03/06/2007 09:35:36

*lets go of you*

*crosses his arms* Good. Now concentrate. Do your— *twirls a finger vaguely* —omniscient...spying...thingy. Thing.

	From: gorthol	Date: 03/06/2007 09:38:04

*thinks hard, his eyes staring right through you*

*instantly fast-forwards through the city to a crystal-clear image of Nienor lying unconscious in a bed*

Hospital. She's in the hospital.

	From: mablung	Date: 03/06/2007 09:39:52

*is more than a little relieved, really*

*pats your cheek affectionately* Well? What are you waiting for? Slacker.

	From: gorthol	Date: 03/06/2007 09:41:30

*walks swiftly to the door, already planning the most direct route there*

*calls over his shoulder* Owe you a drink...

	From: mablung	Date: 03/06/2007 09:42:41

*laughs* You're erudamned right you do.

	From: elrondmd	Date: 03/06/2007 09:46:17

*is giving out some instructions at a nurses' station when you arrive* ...yes, do monitor her closely...

*glances up and then back to the nurse* *raising his voice* ...because she's very adept at escaping.

	From: gorthol	Date: 03/06/2007 09:48:03

*out of breath* I read you loud and clear, okay?

*impatiently* Where is she?

	From: elrondmd	Date: 03/06/2007 09:52:35

*smoothly* She's exhausted and dehydrated and she'll be just. fine.

Room NW 932-M. Just take Taffy here with you; she'll show you where it is. Otherwise you'll be lost forever in the depths of the hospital. *eyebrows™* And you will start bringing her in for therapy every Wednesday at three o'clock, sharp. Starting tomorrow.

	From: gorthol	Date: 03/06/2007 09:55:43

*sighs* Yes, yes. I will.

*speaking politely to the swooning nurse that has just gravitated to his side* Shall we?

	From: elrondmd	Date: 03/06/2007 09:57:52

*clears his throat comically loudly to drown out whatever Taffy's answer to that question might be*

*under his breath* You're drooling, Taffy. Taffy? *headdesk*

	From: gorthol	Date: 03/06/2007 14:57:34

*manages to make it to Nienor's room more or less without incident*

*practically dies of sheer relief when he sees her there and breathing*

*pulls a chair up close to her bedside and sits in it*

*holds her hand and settles down to wait as long as necessary*