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voidtreckerexpress2020-01-09 08:49 am
so_dark_a_road) wrote in voidtreckerexpress2020-01-09 08:49 am
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Backdated to Domino 4
Who: Khardeen and Curufin, and maybe others? Khary will answer if requested.
Where: The Luggage Car.
When: Evening of Day 4 of the month of Domino.
What: Khardeen returns to the VoidTrecker Express.
Warnings: Bad songwriting! Cover your ears! And perhaps the usual humorous or not so humorous annoyance people express at waking up in a suitcase or a trunk.
[ Curufin isn't tired yet, in fact he's feeling very restless, so instead of preparing to sleep, he wanders the train and finally walks all the way back to the rear carriage. He is in the habit of coming here from time to time to fetch or store various items that don't fit in his cabin, but lately also to look for his friend Khardeen, who has been missing for some time. Now he comes into the carriage, waves the cigarette smoke away from his face -- obviously Jessie or someone else had been in here smoking recently! -- and kicks some old rucksacks out of his path. Then he stands there thinking. He grins and invents some silly lyrics and sets them to a sentimental tune. ]
Khardeen, my friend,
where have you been, my friend?
I have not seen
you in a very long time, specifically nineteen
days or more! I am so very keen
to see you again, and until then I lean
on this locker and. . . [ Where the heck is he going to find his next rhyme??]
. . . la la la. . . I'm not lying, I really mean
it!
[ Pardon the terrible music, Curufin is entertaining himself and hopefully Khary. ]
Where: The Luggage Car.
When: Evening of Day 4 of the month of Domino.
What: Khardeen returns to the VoidTrecker Express.
Warnings: Bad songwriting! Cover your ears! And perhaps the usual humorous or not so humorous annoyance people express at waking up in a suitcase or a trunk.
[ Curufin isn't tired yet, in fact he's feeling very restless, so instead of preparing to sleep, he wanders the train and finally walks all the way back to the rear carriage. He is in the habit of coming here from time to time to fetch or store various items that don't fit in his cabin, but lately also to look for his friend Khardeen, who has been missing for some time. Now he comes into the carriage, waves the cigarette smoke away from his face -- obviously Jessie or someone else had been in here smoking recently! -- and kicks some old rucksacks out of his path. Then he stands there thinking. He grins and invents some silly lyrics and sets them to a sentimental tune. ]
Khardeen, my friend,
where have you been, my friend?
I have not seen
you in a very long time, specifically nineteen
days or more! I am so very keen
to see you again, and until then I lean
on this locker and. . . [ Where the heck is he going to find his next rhyme??]
. . . la la la. . . I'm not lying, I really mean
it!
[ Pardon the terrible music, Curufin is entertaining himself and hopefully Khary. ]
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"Hello? Are you okay in there?" said Curufin, just a little anxious about his fellow musician.
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Curufin leaned on the top of the trunk again and rapped gently on it with his knuckles. "Anybody home?" he said, cheerfully. "Encyclopedia salesman calling! Open up, or I'll leave one of my products on your doorstep!" He grinned and thumped on the lid with his fist, as though dropping a heavy tome on top of it.
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