Emobards -- Because you've not heard from them in a while
Shortly before Armand's wedding, Maglor and Daeron flail about what to wear. Maedhros just wants some static cling spray.
Session Start: Sun Apr 23 22:19:43 2006
* Now talking in #df-emobards
[Maglor] *is-- well, if they have a closet, he's in there, looking for the robes he hid away because he hates wearing them*
[Daeron] *wanders in, and blinks-* What are you looking for?
[Maglor] *from within the depths of the wardrobe* Clothes.
[Daeron] ... *peeps in the wardrobe* What kind of clothes?
[Maglor] Robes. For the wedding. Thing.
[Maglor] *is buried in the back corner, behind whatever they keep in there*
[Daeron] *--blink* The wedding? -- Oh! ...when is that?
[Maglor] This eveni-- Aha! *has, apparently, found them*
[Daeron] *mental, 'Oh, shite.'* -- find them?
[Maglor] *and this is slightly less exuberant...* Yeah. *emerges from the closet with about two miles of fabric*
[Daeron] *a bit doubtfully* ......impressive?
[Maglor] I don't hide them back there because I like wearing them, exactly. *lays them out on the bed, and they're actually quite nice... if you want to look like a Prince of the Noldor*
[Daeron] ...they're nice, at least. *fingers the fabric* But of course they would be.
[Maglor] Mmph. *and takes the opportunity to plant a kiss to the side of his head* Are you going?
[Daeron] ...I suppose- but...well. *glances towards the robes* I am afraid I have nothing even nearing that.
[Maglor] --I am positively green with envy. But you also don't have a lot of family who would throw a fit if you didn't. So you, lucky thing, can wear whatever you like.
[Daeron] *-- smiles at him* *kisses his cheek* Oh, but, at the risk of sounding quite girlish, I have not a clue what I would wear.
[Maglor] --We'll find something? *....which may or may not have the added bonus of postponing encasing himself in those Valinorean glad rags*
[Daeron] Hmm, I suppose.
[Maglor] *kisses his cheek* Which of us, my love, is the one who goes to every Carnivale? This only has a little less glitter.
[Daeron] *blushes* A much different occasion, though, and thus warrenting different set up.
[Maglor] *smiles* Of course. But you manged those so well. We'll find something.
[Daeron] Mmph. Optimism. *but smiles and looks at the wardrobe, trying to think, as he hasn't been to anything truly formal in a long time*
[Maglor] Optimism has its place. *comes up behind Daeron and eyes the wardrobe with his arms around him* What about that?
[Daeron] Hmm. It's a bit smokey- plain grey would be too somber, wouldn't it? And I'd look rather silly standing next to you in a suit.
[Maglor] I'll look sillier in that kimono, I promise. --There's that one with the cape?
[Daeron] I doubt it. *leans back* I haven't touched that one in years. It might still be good, though-
[Maglor] *will probably look.... princely* *not that he considers that a particularly good thing* Could be.
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[Maitimo] *--knocks on the door, yes*
[Daeron] *blinks, as that's never happened before* Hello-?
[Maglor] *...ome, someone actually seeking us out--?*
[Maglor] *goes to open the door, yes*
[Maitimo] *and it's a tall scary Son of Fëanor, who rather looks as though he's just run up from Fëa's house* --Hi. Cáno. Glad you're here. Do you have a minute?
[Maglor] ...'Russa? What is it?
[Daeron] *--that doesn't sound good* *frowns a little, but stands aside*
[Maitimo] ...Do you know what static clingspray is?
[Maitimo] --You know, for clothes, to stop them clinging. Armand's having a sort of a wardrobe malfunction.
[Daeron] *...nearly laughs at the pure absurdedy of the oldest son of Fëanor asking about static spray*
[Maglor] --Yes. Yes I do. *sorry Mae, we are laughing at you*
[Maitimo] Good, because I don't. Know where I could find some?
[Daeron] *hides his smile behind his hand* We probably have some-
[Maglor] *well, Daeron got there first* We might, yes.
[Maitimo] *smiles* I will love you forever, toron. --Stop smirking.
[Daeron] *--turning away quickly and not giggling under his breath, really* *digs through a drawer* -- here. It's rather old, but. *holds it out*
[Maglor] *takes the spray and passes it to Mae* And what if I don't?
[Maitimo] *grins, taking it* I know where you live, dear brother. And so do the twins.
[Daeron] *--slightly pink at the mention of the twins. I swear, he blushes as bad as Cara*
[Maglor] *whacks him upside the head* You wouldn't. Now go on and save Armand's wardrobe.
[Maitimo] You know me too well. A thousand thanks for this, and I'll see you at the wedding?
[Maglor] Yes, yes. Now shoo. *grinning, though*
[Maitimo] *shoos!!*
[Maitimo] *waves at Daeron first, actually, then shoos*
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[Daeron] *will have smiled slightly back!*
[Daeron] *actually, more than slightly, because amused.*
[Maglor] *watches him go with a snicker, and shuts the door, still grinning*
[Daeron] *-- giggles* *then quickly covers his mouth again to stifle more*
[Maglor] *--looks at him, and then is giggling too*
[Daeron] *--not fair, that makes the whole stifling think kind of fail*
[Maglor] *so?*
[Daeron] *:P I don't make it a habit to laugh at Fëanorians*
[Maglor] *grins, shaking his head, and returns to where Daeron is*
[Daeron] *snuggles back up against him*
[Maglor] *kisses his neck, and somehow stops nuzzling loing enough to properly speak* What is there besides the cape thing?
[Daeron] Mmmm. *closes his eyes* I have a doublet or two...or I suppose I could raid the plothole, and see if it could give me something nearing what I wor-*pauses for just a second, and then switches that brainthought* well. Something more akin to what you are wearing. *teasing smile* But with less fabric, or I'll drown.
[Maglor] *holds almost imperceptibly tighter, but goes on* Please, slightly less less fabric. Think of the silkworms--!
[Daeron] *giggles* I'll try to be merciful.
[Maglor] *smiles* Alright. Get the best out of the plothole. I'll embalm myself in that thing meanwhile.
[Daeron] *kisses his cheek* Alright. *slips out of the room*
[Maglor] *and while he's gone, will slip into those robes* *of course, since every costume needs a role, he'll also slip on a particular sort of dignity that comes far more naturally to him than he'd like...* *but the end result doesn't look half-bad, really*
[Daeron] *returns quietly, dressed in vaguely Sindarin style of dark, yet rich, hues* *blinks and rather studies him for a moment*
[Maglor] *looks up and looks at him, and so they'd appear to be studying each other from across the room, which the typist finds quite a lovely image...* *smiles at him, though*
[Daeron] ...it isn't as bad as you claim.
[Maglor] ...No. --You look -- lovely.
[Daeron] -- *soft smile* It's not much, but thank you.
[Maglor] *just going to... kiss him, now, because that's what you do* --I love you.
[Daeron] *kisses back* *softly* I love you too. *strokes his cheek lightly*
[Maglor] *leans into the touch, then takes his hand and presses a kiss to the palm* Even in stupid robes? *clasps both his hands* Thank you for coming, tonight.
[Daeron] They are not stupid. *smiles softly* I would miss you if I did not go.
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Session Close: Mon Apr 24 00:55:54 2006
Session Start: Sun Apr 23 22:19:43 2006
* Now talking in #df-emobards
[Maglor] *is-- well, if they have a closet, he's in there, looking for the robes he hid away because he hates wearing them*
[Daeron] *wanders in, and blinks-* What are you looking for?
[Maglor] *from within the depths of the wardrobe* Clothes.
[Daeron] ... *peeps in the wardrobe* What kind of clothes?
[Maglor] Robes. For the wedding. Thing.
[Maglor] *is buried in the back corner, behind whatever they keep in there*
[Daeron] *--blink* The wedding? -- Oh! ...when is that?
[Maglor] This eveni-- Aha! *has, apparently, found them*
[Daeron] *mental, 'Oh, shite.'* -- find them?
[Maglor] *and this is slightly less exuberant...* Yeah. *emerges from the closet with about two miles of fabric*
[Daeron] *a bit doubtfully* ......impressive?
[Maglor] I don't hide them back there because I like wearing them, exactly. *lays them out on the bed, and they're actually quite nice... if you want to look like a Prince of the Noldor*
[Daeron] ...they're nice, at least. *fingers the fabric* But of course they would be.
[Maglor] Mmph. *and takes the opportunity to plant a kiss to the side of his head* Are you going?
[Daeron] ...I suppose- but...well. *glances towards the robes* I am afraid I have nothing even nearing that.
[Maglor] --I am positively green with envy. But you also don't have a lot of family who would throw a fit if you didn't. So you, lucky thing, can wear whatever you like.
[Daeron] *-- smiles at him* *kisses his cheek* Oh, but, at the risk of sounding quite girlish, I have not a clue what I would wear.
[Maglor] --We'll find something? *....which may or may not have the added bonus of postponing encasing himself in those Valinorean glad rags*
[Daeron] Hmm, I suppose.
[Maglor] *kisses his cheek* Which of us, my love, is the one who goes to every Carnivale? This only has a little less glitter.
[Daeron] *blushes* A much different occasion, though, and thus warrenting different set up.
[Maglor] *smiles* Of course. But you manged those so well. We'll find something.
[Daeron] Mmph. Optimism. *but smiles and looks at the wardrobe, trying to think, as he hasn't been to anything truly formal in a long time*
[Maglor] Optimism has its place. *comes up behind Daeron and eyes the wardrobe with his arms around him* What about that?
[Daeron] Hmm. It's a bit smokey- plain grey would be too somber, wouldn't it? And I'd look rather silly standing next to you in a suit.
[Maglor] I'll look sillier in that kimono, I promise. --There's that one with the cape?
[Daeron] I doubt it. *leans back* I haven't touched that one in years. It might still be good, though-
[Maglor] *will probably look.... princely* *not that he considers that a particularly good thing* Could be.
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[Maitimo] *--knocks on the door, yes*
[Daeron] *blinks, as that's never happened before* Hello-?
[Maglor] *...ome, someone actually seeking us out--?*
[Maglor] *goes to open the door, yes*
[Maitimo] *and it's a tall scary Son of Fëanor, who rather looks as though he's just run up from Fëa's house* --Hi. Cáno. Glad you're here. Do you have a minute?
[Maglor] ...'Russa? What is it?
[Daeron] *--that doesn't sound good* *frowns a little, but stands aside*
[Maitimo] ...Do you know what static clingspray is?
[Maitimo] --You know, for clothes, to stop them clinging. Armand's having a sort of a wardrobe malfunction.
[Daeron] *...nearly laughs at the pure absurdedy of the oldest son of Fëanor asking about static spray*
[Maglor] --Yes. Yes I do. *sorry Mae, we are laughing at you*
[Maitimo] Good, because I don't. Know where I could find some?
[Daeron] *hides his smile behind his hand* We probably have some-
[Maglor] *well, Daeron got there first* We might, yes.
[Maitimo] *smiles* I will love you forever, toron. --Stop smirking.
[Daeron] *--turning away quickly and not giggling under his breath, really* *digs through a drawer* -- here. It's rather old, but. *holds it out*
[Maglor] *takes the spray and passes it to Mae* And what if I don't?
[Maitimo] *grins, taking it* I know where you live, dear brother. And so do the twins.
[Daeron] *--slightly pink at the mention of the twins. I swear, he blushes as bad as Cara*
[Maglor] *whacks him upside the head* You wouldn't. Now go on and save Armand's wardrobe.
[Maitimo] You know me too well. A thousand thanks for this, and I'll see you at the wedding?
[Maglor] Yes, yes. Now shoo. *grinning, though*
[Maitimo] *shoos!!*
[Maitimo] *waves at Daeron first, actually, then shoos*
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[Daeron] *will have smiled slightly back!*
[Daeron] *actually, more than slightly, because amused.*
[Maglor] *watches him go with a snicker, and shuts the door, still grinning*
[Daeron] *-- giggles* *then quickly covers his mouth again to stifle more*
[Maglor] *--looks at him, and then is giggling too*
[Daeron] *--not fair, that makes the whole stifling think kind of fail*
[Maglor] *so?*
[Daeron] *:P I don't make it a habit to laugh at Fëanorians*
[Maglor] *grins, shaking his head, and returns to where Daeron is*
[Daeron] *snuggles back up against him*
[Maglor] *kisses his neck, and somehow stops nuzzling loing enough to properly speak* What is there besides the cape thing?
[Daeron] Mmmm. *closes his eyes* I have a doublet or two...or I suppose I could raid the plothole, and see if it could give me something nearing what I wor-*pauses for just a second, and then switches that brainthought* well. Something more akin to what you are wearing. *teasing smile* But with less fabric, or I'll drown.
[Maglor] *holds almost imperceptibly tighter, but goes on* Please, slightly less less fabric. Think of the silkworms--!
[Daeron] *giggles* I'll try to be merciful.
[Maglor] *smiles* Alright. Get the best out of the plothole. I'll embalm myself in that thing meanwhile.
[Daeron] *kisses his cheek* Alright. *slips out of the room*
[Maglor] *and while he's gone, will slip into those robes* *of course, since every costume needs a role, he'll also slip on a particular sort of dignity that comes far more naturally to him than he'd like...* *but the end result doesn't look half-bad, really*
[Daeron] *returns quietly, dressed in vaguely Sindarin style of dark, yet rich, hues* *blinks and rather studies him for a moment*
[Maglor] *looks up and looks at him, and so they'd appear to be studying each other from across the room, which the typist finds quite a lovely image...* *smiles at him, though*
[Daeron] ...it isn't as bad as you claim.
[Maglor] ...No. --You look -- lovely.
[Daeron] -- *soft smile* It's not much, but thank you.
[Maglor] *just going to... kiss him, now, because that's what you do* --I love you.
[Daeron] *kisses back* *softly* I love you too. *strokes his cheek lightly*
[Maglor] *leans into the touch, then takes his hand and presses a kiss to the palm* Even in stupid robes? *clasps both his hands* Thank you for coming, tonight.
[Daeron] They are not stupid. *smiles softly* I would miss you if I did not go.
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Session Close: Mon Apr 24 00:55:54 2006