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Cassirin 06-15-2014 08:47 PM

Technology Lounge
 
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Level One’s Technology Lounge is normally the perfect place to take a break from the stress of your daily routine and have lunch or meet with coworkers for a chat. The dim lights and comfortable accommodations encourage you to sit back, snack, and take a ride on the relax-taxi. Perhaps this is why the Healers have deemed it one of the appropriate places for the Ministry-wide mental health evaluations. The lounge has been taken hostage and although the location is the same, the Healers have transformed the place to fit their needs. No, your eyes definitely do not deceive you. This particular Ministry haunt is now more reminiscent of a St. Mungo’s ward than a place to de-stress.

As you round the corner and approach the check in table, you’ll note the enormous appointment book taking center stage. No doubt filled with the countless names of the Ministry’s many employees. How will they fit everyone in, you ask? The Healers might be wondering that too. Simply give your name and try to take a chill pill while you’re checked in. It won’t take but a minute…or two. You’ve got nothing else to do with your time, right? It’s not like you’re at work or anything.

After your appointment has been confirmed, the healer will lead you to a makeshift evaluation room. The door is shut behind you and the walls are sound proof as privacy is of the utmost importance. You’re meant to be an open book in here. The place is small and the cream colored cinderblock-looking walls are bare, giving the space an uncomfortable hospital feel. The main point of interest is the oversized clock on the wall, its ticking providing a rather annoying soundtrack to your evaluation. You should have no problem ignoring that, right?

As your eyes fall on a rather worn looking sofa, probably borrowed from one of the many break rooms in the building, you might think to yourself that a desk full of paperwork would be much more preferable than this little requirement. Don’t worry, this will all be over soon. Just sit down and try and make yourself comfortable as the examiner seated across from you begins the exam.
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SPOILER!!: Previously...
There are all sorts of funky little Muggle machines and doodads tucked into the lounge, including a cappuccino machine, a microwave, and a vending machine that stays magically refilled. The vending machine, along with the rundown jukebox in the corner, only take Muggle coins, so you best bring a supply if you want a snack or a song.

The chairs in this lounge are rather comfortable and cushy, probably to make up for the frustrating nature of the appliances. The lights are dim and the jukebox often provides random and ancient songs free of charge. It's quite a nice place to spend your breaks, really.

Grrr..Meow 08-04-2014 03:14 AM

Jose arrived to this examination thing. It was very weird because normally he would just appointment with his own family healer but this didn't faze him if this was assigned to him then he was going to do it. Reaching the turn in the hallway he spotted the desk with a clip board. "okay let's find where I am " he spoke to himself. Flipping through it he knew it wasn't going to be no easy task, there were so many names he looked up to see if someone could help him find his name.

Govoni 08-04-2014 03:31 AM

SPOILER!!: Jose!
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Originally Posted by Grrr..Meow (Post 11645876)
Jose arrived to this examination thing. It was very weird because normally he would just appointment with his own family healer but this didn't faze him if this was assigned to him then he was going to do it. Reaching the turn in the hallway he spotted the desk with a clip board. "okay let's find where I am " he spoke to himself. Flipping through it he knew it wasn't going to be no easy task, there were so many names he looked up to see if someone could help him find his name.


It seemed that Anthony was fulfilling the Healer role more and more, as of late. It had began with the Hogwarts aging virus....and now this. St. Mungo's in his place of business, strong-arming him and his team into this ridiculousness.

Merlin, if they were there for something specific, they could've just gotten to the point. Was all this distraction really necessary?

Outright refusing to don Healer robes, opting instead to stay in his sassy suit, Anthony strode into the tech lounge, glancing around at the changes that had been made. Merlin, they'd been serious, hadn't they?

...and someone was already there. "What level are you from?" He stepped behind the desk and considered the giant appointment book.

Grrr..Meow 08-04-2014 03:53 AM

Bending over the paper he didn't expect to be helped from behind him. Turning around to see who the voice was he spotted another man in a very nice suit, codos to him, maybe Jose will ask him where he got his suit. " I'm on level four he told him as he moved away from the paper because this awesome fellow was going to help him.

" the name is Jose Mora by the way " in case the man needed it.

Govoni 08-04-2014 04:07 AM

SPOILER!!: Jose!
Quote:

Originally Posted by Grrr..Meow (Post 11645898)
Bending over the paper he didn't expect to be helped from behind him. Turning around to see who the voice was he spotted another man in a very nice suit, codos to him, maybe Jose will ask him where he got his suit. " I'm on level four he told him as he moved away from the paper because this awesome fellow was going to help him.

" the name is Jose Mora by the way " in case the man needed it.


"You belong to Harmony Skylark, then." Lovely woman, even if she was a bit out there. Having looked over the unnecessary appointment books the day before, Anthony knew where to find the man...and flipped to Level Four's section; searching out the surname Mora.

"11:30 a.m." Shaking his sleeve to view his wrist watch, Anthony seen they had about half an hour. "Would you like to wait for 30 minutes or have me see you now?" Either way.

Cresswell would've considered this pointless at any time.

sarahlooo 08-04-2014 04:19 AM

January hadn't ever been down to this lounge before, but she imagined it looked quite different than what it had before. Checking her watch once more as she arrived, she saw that she was about six minutes early for her pre-scheduled appointment. She didn't know what this was all about, only that it was mandatory. So, here she was. Getting it over and done with.

Clasping her hands together, January patiently waited to be attended to.

Grrr..Meow 08-04-2014 04:31 AM

The more and more the man continued to talk the more he started to like him. " yes, sir I sure do. ", waiting to hear what time he could go in at was very short, this man found him right away. " 11:30 he thought that wasn't too bad but.....

Oh Jose has an option either go now or go in thirty minutes. He knew he has plenty of things to get done so what was the harm in going right now. And h he would be seeing him as well, well his day was turning out better than he expected." if you don't mind squeezing me in now that would be great! "

Govoni 08-04-2014 04:51 AM

Nodding his head toward Jose, Anthony was about to do just that...when another Ministry worker entered the space. She looked familiar enough, probably from being around the food court, but the DH couldn't rightly recall her name or who her DH was. "Let me check with this woman, and if she doesn't have an immediate appointment, we'll get you hooked up." Hooked up? That was Bradley's influence...

...And if he seemed at all more chipper than usual, liquid courage was to be blamed.

"Miss? You come from which floor?" Anthony offered her an open smile.

sarahlooo 08-04-2014 05:08 AM

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Originally Posted by Govoni (Post 11645920)
Nodding his head toward Jose, Anthony was about to do just that...when another Ministry worker entered the space. She looked familiar enough, probably from being around the food court, but the DH couldn't rightly recall her name or who her DH was. "Let me check with this woman, and if she doesn't have an immediate appointment, we'll get you hooked up." Hooked up? That was Bradley's influence...

...And if he seemed at all more chipper than usual, liquid courage was to be blamed.

"Miss? You come from which floor?" Anthony offered her an open smile.

Miss? Did she look twelve?

"Ms. Pennifold. Level four; Creatures," she responded, politely correcting him while helpfully answering his question. January glanced at her watch before glancing at Jose, who was on her level.

"I have an appointment in five minutes." Because she had set one up. Had he not?

Govoni 08-04-2014 06:21 AM

Sass. There was some sass. Anthony felt more comfortable when there was sass.

"Excuse me." Another one of Skylark's, then...and no. No, no, no. Anthony had not a thing to do with this scheduling mess, thank you very much. He would have been much more comfortable assuming everyone was in tiptop order...Rather than subjecting them to this humiliation.

"Mr. Mora. If you would have a seat, you'll be seen shortly." MS. Pennifold, who seemed to be an extremely efficient woman, got a head jerk. "Please follow me."

Without a backward glance, he disappeared into the makeshift room beyond.



OOC: Continue posting in this thread for the evaluation. *will keep everything in one place*

nanyjj 08-04-2014 08:15 AM

Lawrence had noticed the new addition to the level at the start of the year, but had not bothered to look in there. From what he had heard it was a muggle technology lounge. He found no need to squeeze time out of his busy schedule to visit the place.

The health check however, was mandatory. Lawrence headed to the lounge after he finished reviewing a file. He was worried that this check thing would disturb his work but was also concerned for his health. As he pushed open the door to the room, he observed his surroundings quickly before catching someone disappearing through another door.

The twenty-seven year old stood awkwardly at a corner, waiting to be attended to or anything.

Lislchen 08-04-2014 01:46 PM

Health Evaluation.

Alysson wasn't entirely sure what to think about that but she'd (naturally) come here for her appointment. Maybe this would be a regular thing. To ensure they were healthy. It wasn't such a bad idea really. Now that she thought about it, it wasn't bad at all. If it WAS for their own health. And not, say, to sort out the old and sick.

Not that she was either of those things.

On time - well, with ten minutes to spare, really - Alysson walked in. And took a moment to look around the room. It was...different. Quite different. "Hello." She said to no one in particular after a few seconds of silence. Yes, she was here. Who was in charge? She really wanted to get back to work. Alysson offered the other people a polite smile before taking another few steps into the room. Interesting.

PhoenixRising 08-04-2014 03:06 PM

Health evaluations.

Ha, what a ridiculous load of dragon dung, if you asked Alex. Seriously, if you asked her, it was just a way for the Ministry to be invaded. There was nothing wrong with any of them, except that they were all insane, but she was pretty sure that was in the fine print as requirement for employment.

Nonetheless they were mandatory and though she was still suspicious of the St Mungos healers and their true intentions for interrogating the Ministry employees, she did quite enjoy her job. So she showed up promptly at five minutes after her scheduled appointment time. So what if she was late? She had IMPORTANT work to do and this stupid health evaluation was not priority in the climate controller's mind.

Stepping up to the table to check in, she waited for someone to attend to her ...

Ringo 08-04-2014 05:26 PM

The red head glanced at her watch as she entered the room and breathed a sigh of relief. She wasn't late to her appointment after all. In fact, she was right on time.

This whole room. Merlin's beard. It was different. It didn't even look like the technology room, really. Oh well. They'd surely change it back once they were through with these bloody health exams. If they didn't, she would really miss that cute little jukebox thing... Making her way to what looked like the check in spot, she smiled at the person sitting behind the table. "Hello," she said.

Zoe 08-04-2014 05:44 PM

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Originally Posted by PhoenixRising (Post 11646049)
Health evaluations.

Ha, what a ridiculous load of dragon dung, if you asked Alex. Seriously, if you asked her, it was just a way for the Ministry to be invaded. There was nothing wrong with any of them, except that they were all insane, but she was pretty sure that was in the fine print as requirement for employment.

Nonetheless they were mandatory and though she was still suspicious of the St Mungos healers and their true intentions for interrogating the Ministry employees, she did quite enjoy her job. So she showed up promptly at five minutes after her scheduled appointment time. So what if she was late? She had IMPORTANT work to do and this stupid health evaluation was not priority in the climate controller's mind.

Stepping up to the table to check in, she waited for someone to attend to her ...

Tancred was not exactly pleased that this random health evaluation had been sprung up on them all. What were they even being evaluated on? And why? He didn't feel ill nor did he think he was overly stressed. It wasn't like he was being chased by a hungry, hungry dragon at the Ministry. He was also in tiptop shape for his age, which was to be expected of a dragon commissioner and the husband of a Quidditch team healer.

Nonetheless, here he was a a few minutes before his scheduled appointment. While looking for a healer to assist him, the man found a woman standing near a table where he assumed they had to check in at. Tancred realized, as he walked over to the table, that he had seen her on his level before. He didn't recognize her from the group of Creatures employees, though. She had to have been one of those Environment people.

"So, what mumbo jumbo do you think they're evaluating us on?" he asked her. They might as well make small talk while they waited.

Magical Soul 08-04-2014 06:20 PM

Vic was in perfect shape and health, thank you very much. He did not need no health evaluation from random Healers, and he had not complained about anything lately. As long as he could eat without barfing too much, he was alright. Yes.

Still, he made his way towards the technology lounge where the memo specified. He glanced at the makeshift... clinic, deciding to wander around the room for a while before he succumbed onto the sofa. He probably should've brought a file or two to read, something light and not so secretive. Maybe he could still sneak out of here and get something real quick?

... Nahhh, it's safer to keep his files in his office.

sarahlooo 08-04-2014 07:46 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Govoni (Post 11645933)
Sass. There was some sass. Anthony felt more comfortable when there was sass.

"Excuse me." Another one of Skylark's, then...and no. No, no, no. Anthony had not a thing to do with this scheduling mess, thank you very much. He would have been much more comfortable assuming everyone was in tiptop order...Rather than subjecting them to this humiliation.

"Mr. Mora. If you would have a seat, you'll be seen shortly." MS. Pennifold, who seemed to be an extremely efficient woman, got a head jerk. "Please follow me."

Without a backward glance, he disappeared into the makeshift room beyond.



OOC: Continue posting in this thread for the evaluation. *will keep everything in one place*

January nodded her head politely. When she got the head jerk, she unclasped her hands and followed the department head to the not-so official exam room.

"So..." she started, glancing around. "What's the reason behind these exams?" Just because she was obediently doing this didn't mean she didn't want to know why.

PhoenixRising 08-04-2014 07:51 PM

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Originally Posted by Zoe (Post 11646079)

Tancred was not exactly pleased that this random health evaluation had been sprung up on them all. What were they even being evaluated on? And why? He didn't feel ill nor did he think he was overly stressed. It wasn't like he was being chased by a hungry, hungry dragon at the Ministry. He was also in tiptop shape for his age, which was to be expected of a dragon commissioner and the husband of a Quidditch team healer.

Nonetheless, here he was a a few minutes before his scheduled appointment. While looking for a healer to assist him, the man found a woman standing near a table where he assumed they had to check in at. Tancred realized, as he walked over to the table, that he had seen her on his level before. He didn't recognize her from the group of Creatures employees, though. She had to have been one of those Environment people.

"So, what mumbo jumbo do you think they're evaluating us on?" he asked her. They might as well make small talk while they waited.

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Originally Posted by Ringo (Post 11646073)
The red head glanced at her watch as she entered the room and breathed a sigh of relief. She wasn't late to her appointment after all. In fact, she was right on time.

This whole room. Merlin's beard. It was different. It didn't even look like the technology room, really. Oh well. They'd surely change it back once they were through with these bloody health exams. If they didn't, she would really miss that cute little jukebox thing... Making her way to what looked like the check in spot, she smiled at the person sitting behind the table. "Hello," she said.

While waiting to be checked in - Merlin, they just LOVED to keep you waiting giving her more reason to believe this was a conspiracy for others in the party to do a search of their levels while the employees were in one area - Alex noticed a couple more people from her level join them. First Ronnie, her head's assistant, to which she offered the redhead a friendly smile and then one of them creatures people who'd she seen around when he started working there.

She shook her head at the creatures employee. "Merlin only knows, but if its our heads then I think they'll find their psychotic wards filled up quite quickly." And the Ministry will be without employees, which might be want they want? "You ... uh, this ... this might be really dumb, but you don't think this is a conspiracy, do you? St Mungos getting all of us down for these so-called evaluations, whilst they go search our workplaces for .... something?"

Deezerz 08-04-2014 07:59 PM

He was healthy. Kennedy was sure of that. He worked out and...well, he didn't necessarily eat healthy, but healthier than when he was younger. He'd totally ace the health evaluation...unless they tested for stress levels. It wasn't easy being Kennedy Escalante, okay.

Either way, he strode into the technology lounge and nodded at a few familiar face, then checked his watch. Punctual as always and now he'd wait for his turn.

Were they simply getting checked for their health, or was it for some life insurance thing?

He'd like to know.

Ravaora Silverkin 08-04-2014 08:17 PM

*gets syringes ready*
 
It was somewhat the surprize to be told the Minister had consented to the checks being done on the same done but in such a LOVELY way. People could be dying. People could be trying to kill others. The world was a dangerous place and they the Healers were tasked with making it just a little safer. After those other experiments, Ravaora was a little antsy about what they would find amongst this lot but whatever it was, they would get to the bottom of it and CORRECT THEM SO THEY COULD BE UPSTANDING CITIZENS ONCE MORE. Such a noble cause.

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Originally Posted by nanyjj (Post 11645962)

The health check however, was mandatory. Lawrence headed to the lounge after he finished reviewing a file. He was worried that this check thing would disturb his work but was also concerned for his health. As he pushed open the door to the room, he observed his surroundings quickly before catching someone disappearing through another door.

The twenty-seven year old stood awkwardly at a corner, waiting to be attended to or anything.

Glancing from the door she stood by, she spotted a man. Just look at the way he was standing, the way he distanced himself from everyone else. That was the beginning of the madness. The separation, the refusal to mingle. He could have a rare rabies disease but trying to keep it to himself. Such a brave man. It was just too much. "Good day Sir." Ravaora stopped at a distance incase it was air bourne.

"May I ask what level you are from and what appointment you hold." If he didn't have an appointment she would still fit him in because RABIES.

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Originally Posted by Lislchen (Post 11646026)

Not that she was either of those things.

On time - well, with ten minutes to spare, really - Alysson walked in. And took a moment to look around the room. It was...different. Quite different. "Hello." She said to no one in particular after a few seconds of silence. Yes, she was here. Who was in charge? She really wanted to get back to work. Alysson offered the other people a polite smile before taking another few steps into the room. Interesting.

Such hesitancy in this ones movements. A step in...pause...looking around...step, step step...look around.

Ravaora watched the woman carefully, afraid she would be the next to cause an epidemic...or prehaps it was more a mental thing...perhaps the woman had voices in her head that couldn't make up their mind about how far into the room they wanted her--she got it! Anxiety right? Merlin she couldn't keep this one waiting!!

Over here ma'am." She pronounced every word slowly and carefully, so she could be sure to break through to the woman inside the shell of a woman who walked in.

Quote:

Originally Posted by PhoenixRising (Post 11646049)

Nonetheless they were mandatory and though she was still suspicious of the St Mungos healers and their true intentions for interrogating the Ministry employees, she did quite enjoy her job. So she showed up promptly at five minutes after her scheduled appointment time. So what if she was late? She had IMPORTANT work to do and this stupid health evaluation was not priority in the climate controller's mind.

Stepping up to the table to check in, she waited for someone to attend to her ...

Squint.

This one had an appointment and a head on her shoulders to check in....must be something internal. Circe she might have been running a fever and hurrying to get the necessary medical help. Ravaora thwacked a palm onto her forehead to check the temperature. "Hello, yes, hi, hello." She said as she went about her business. After a second she removed her hand and GASP "Your forehead is changing colour! How long has it been doing this?!!?!?! Is red the only colour you've noticed so far?? You'll have to come with me!" And NOT kill her before they got into the room. No telling what diseased brought a man to these days.

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Originally Posted by Ringo (Post 11646073)
The red head glanced at her watch as she entered the room and breathed a sigh of relief. She wasn't late to her appointment after all. In fact, she was right on time.

This whole room. Merlin's beard. It was different. It didn't even look like the technology room, really. Oh well. They'd surely change it back once they were through with these bloody health exams. If they didn't, she would really miss that cute little jukebox thing... Making her way to what looked like the check in spot, she smiled at the person sitting behind the table. "Hello," she said.

Oh? Checking her watch? That was anxiety if she ever saw it. The stressful work environment had reduced this poor young woman to a state of disrepair. It was no wonder she was constantly checking her watch.

Ravaora's eyes grew larger with pity as she watch this one checking in. "You poor dear, it must be awful. Here. Let me help take care of you." But first, finding out what was wrong. So much to do so little time.

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Originally Posted by Zoe (Post 11646079)


Nonetheless, here he was a a few minutes before his scheduled appointment. While looking for a healer to assist him, the man found a woman standing near a table where he assumed they had to check in at. Tancred realized, as he walked over to the table, that he had seen her on his level before. He didn't recognize her from the group of Creatures employees, though. She had to have been one of those Environment people.

"So, what mumbo jumbo do you think they're evaluating us on?" he asked her. They might as well make small talk while they waited.

HE WAS USING WORDS THAT DID NOT EXIST!!! Obviously the poor working conditions here had turned his brain to mush and he could no longer access the vocabulary his brain had spent years developing. The injustice, it was enough to HURT and Ravaora could only take the man's face in hands and go, "It will be alright. We'll make you better again and I might have an extra dictionary on hand as well."

Never fear Sir, the Healer's from St. Mungo's were HERE. "Do you have an appointment? How are you FEELING?? How many fingers am I holding up??" Though she hadn't released his face to reveal fingers.....ahem.

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Originally Posted by Magical Soul (Post 11646108)


Still, he made his way towards the technology lounge where the memo specified. He glanced at the makeshift... clinic, deciding to wander around the room for a while before he succumbed onto the sofa. He probably should've brought a file or two to read, something light and not so secretive. Maybe he could still sneak out of here and get something real quick?

... Nahhh, it's safer to keep his files in his office.

......

............

Restlessness. Ravaora racked her brain for the disease known for this and suddenly gave a faint gasp as she made her way over to the wandering soul. "Your condition. You need to be checked now." Poor thing. Did he even know?? Her heart went out to this one. Why would he pace the way he did unless he was going out of his mind? It was all perfectly clear.

"You are crumbling under a great weight but it's alright." They were here to help.

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Originally Posted by Deezerz (Post 11646130)
He was healthy. Kennedy was sure of that. He worked out and...well, he didn't necessarily eat healthy, but healthier than when he was younger. He'd totally ace the health evaluation...unless they tested for stress levels. It wasn't easy being Kennedy Escalante, okay.

Either way, he strode into the technology lounge and nodded at a few familiar face, then checked his watch. Punctual as always and now he'd wait for his turn.

Were they simply getting checked for their health, or was it for some life insurance thing?

He'd like to know.

And another checking his watch. Her heart would hurt by the time she left here. This was a man who was acutely aware of the fact he was dying. Oh dear oh dear.

"It's okay. We're here to extend lives." She reassured him as she gestured to the book for him to sign in. He would live dammit!

Lislchen 08-04-2014 08:52 PM

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Originally Posted by Ravaora Silverkin (Post 11646134)
Such hesitancy in this ones movements. A step in...pause...looking around...step, step step...look around.

Ravaora watched the woman carefully, afraid she would be the next to cause an epidemic...or prehaps it was more a mental thing...perhaps the woman had voices in her head that couldn't make up their mind about how far into the room they wanted her--she got it! Anxiety right? Merlin she couldn't keep this one waiting!!

Over here ma'am." She pronounced every word slowly and carefully, so she could be sure to break through to the woman inside the shell of a woman who walked in.

...................Alysson blinked, shaking her head slightly in surprise.

Was she one of the healers? Really? Why was she talking like that? "Yes." Okay. Focus, Alysson. She smiled at the other woman while approaching her. "Alysson Zookara. I'm from Law Enforcement." And she had an appointment apparently. Like, now. Or at least that was what the memo had said.

Deezerz 08-04-2014 08:57 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Ravaora Silverkin (Post 11646134)
And another checking his watch. Her heart would hurt by the time she left here. This was a man who was acutely aware of the fact he was dying. Oh dear oh dear.

"It's okay. We're here to extend lives." She reassured him as she gestured to the book for him to sign in. He would live dammit!



Wait. What?!

"Extend lives? Who's dying?" He glanced all around. Surely no one from his department. They all seemed healthy enough. They had to be. They were the DMLE. And he surely hoped she wasn't referring to him, although, he took her tone into account.

After signing in, he stood up straight. Hmm?

He was healthier than a dragon, m'kay.

PhoenixRising 08-04-2014 09:43 PM

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Originally Posted by Ravaora Silverkin (Post 11646134)
Squint.

This one had an appointment and a head on her shoulders to check in....must be something internal. Circe she might have been running a fever and hurrying to get the necessary medical help. Ravaora thwacked a palm onto her forehead to check the temperature. "Hello, yes, hi, hello." She said as she went about her business. After a second she removed her hand and GASP "Your forehead is changing colour! How long has it been doing this?!!?!?! Is red the only colour you've noticed so far?? You'll have to come with me!" And NOT kill her before they got into the room. No telling what diseased brought a man to these days.

.... What?

Alex backed up when the woman just went and thwacked her hand on her forehead. NOT cool. Not COOL. And weren't you supposed to feel foreheads with the back of the hand, not the palm. Her own hand immediately went up to her forehead though once the woman's hand was removed. "I ... I don't think I've notice any colour, but you, you've done something. What's on the palm of your hand?" Yes, she was being defensive, but she did not like this 'healer' lady. Nonetheless, she followed her because the woman did seem edgy and off-colour (and yet was implying that she and her co-workers were the ones diseased. Something was clearly FISHY around here and it wasn't from the kitchens.)

sweetpinkpixie 08-04-2014 10:19 PM

He was here. Early in fact. Early and ready to get this over with and, in all honesty, didn't want to be here in the first place and had considered skipping entirely. It all was utterly absurd. But he figured he would probably get an earful for not cooperating and, as much as he enjoyed the dull honking of all the honking daffodils in this joint, really did not want to have to listen to it.

Clutching his appointment time parchment in his closed fist, he pushed open the door and stepped inside with a grunt. Yeah. He was here.

.........WHY were there so many other people here too? Oh bouncing blueberries had they overbooked for the same times? Merlin help him....

"Do Department Heads get priority in line?" he questioned, partly joking but also partly serious.

Ravaora Silverkin 08-04-2014 10:24 PM

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Originally Posted by Lislchen (Post 11646141)
...................Alysson blinked, shaking her head slightly in surprise.

Was she one of the healers? Really? Why was she talking like that? "Yes." Okay. Focus, Alysson. She smiled at the other woman while approaching her. "Alysson Zookara. I'm from Law Enforcement." And she had an appointment apparently. Like, now. Or at least that was what the memo had said.

That was the most precious thing; the woman could still smile. There was hope for her yet. This place had not taken its full toll and Ravaora would see to it that she and everyone else got the medical attention they were in desperate need of. Where were the Ministry Healers? Lost, clearly lost. It must have been the memory loss. They would need checking too but for now she would focus on saving this life if she could.

The Healer scooped the book off the table and flipped through it. "Ah yes, you're right here, please come with me and we'll have you checked. Not to worry, you're in the best care. Dying is not on our agenda." HAVE NO FEAR.

She gestured to the next room then headed off herself. While she waited on the inside, she began reviewing case files though she was sure she already knew what was wrong with this one.

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Originally Posted by Deezerz (Post 11646142)


Wait. What?!

"Extend lives? Who's dying?" He glanced all around. Surely no one from his department. They all seemed healthy enough. They had to be. They were the DMLE. And he surely hoped she wasn't referring to him, although, he took her tone into account.

After signing in, he stood up straight. Hmm?

He was healthier than a dragon, m'kay.

As it turned out, he didn't know. He was blissfully unaware and it had the woman wibbling. It was the WORST when you didn't know you were dying. No plans to be made, no people to say your goodbyes to. The shame. "No one if we can help it. I'm sure it hasn't progressed too far--in fact we can fit you in right this instant if you follow me."

Ravaora reached for both his hands and took them in hers then gazed deep into his eyes. "I promise, you will live to see tomorrow. We are good at what we do."

Then just as quickly, she dropped his hands and headed for the room. "Follow me please."

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Originally Posted by PhoenixRising (Post 11646156)
.... What?

Alex backed up when the woman just went and thwacked her hand on her forehead. NOT cool. Not COOL. And weren't you supposed to feel foreheads with the back of the hand, not the palm. Her own hand immediately went up to her forehead though once the woman's hand was removed. "I ... I don't think I've notice any colour, but you, you've done something. What's on the palm of your hand?" Yes, she was being defensive, but she did not like this 'healer' lady. Nonetheless, she followed her because the woman did seem edgy and off-colour (and yet was implying that she and her co-workers were the ones diseased. Something was clearly FISHY around here and it wasn't from the kitchens.)

Oh oh OH?????

Now she was feeling her own temperature too? Could she have been just as suspicious as to what it was she had? Must have been. Circe help them all, but she didn't have a fever so less to worry about. The Healer did pick up on the tone and in response leaned reeeeeeally close to the woman who was withdrawn--it must have been trauma!!!!!! Was she traumatized?? No doubt from the recent events within the Ministry.

"I'm afraid this can't wait. No time for silly questions." What was it to her what was in her palm, hmmmmmmm? "You'll have to come with me so we can get you examined and back into tip top working shape...otherwise we might have to have you institutionalized for the crazies."

Suspicious people were crazy. Fact.

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Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie (Post 11646173)


Clutching his appointment time parchment in his closed fist, he pushed open the door and stepped inside with a grunt. Yeah. He was here.

.........WHY were there so many other people here too? Oh bouncing blueberries had they overbooked for the same times? Merlin help him....

"Do Department Heads get priority in line?" he questioned, partly joking but also partly serious.

Another that wasn't using actual words? Just how many of them would they see today...and the way he clutched his parchment. It was like he was expecting an apocalypse at any second. The tension was real. His muscles must be so over worked, this constant living in fear.....Oh? A Department Head at that?? Ravaora glided over to the man. "You do actually. Running the madness you can't be all that right in the head yourself. No worries we'll take really good care of you."

Her eyes drifted to his clenched parchment again. "You need to let go...let it allllll out and come with me."

Yes, this way, as she led him off to the examination room.

Govoni 08-04-2014 10:37 PM

Just. What. LOL! *jumping around a bit for TL reasons*
 
The SA Department Head had been perfectly fine, considering he was going to fake these evaluations.......That was...until one of THEM just HAD to rear their unnecessary heads IN THIS SPACE. Anthony eyeballed the St. Mungo's Healer with barely concealed disdain.

It looks could crucio...

SPOILER!!: January!
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Originally Posted by sarahlooo (Post 11646126)
January nodded her head politely. When she got the head jerk, she unclasped her hands and followed the department head to the not-so official exam room.

"So..." she started, glancing around. "What's the reason behind these exams?" Just because she was obediently doing this didn't mean she didn't want to know why.


Making sure they weren't being overheard, Anthony plopped down into a seat.

"As you can see.....they're insane." He listened carefully, trying to gauge where THAT woman was at the precise moment. The shrieking would've difficult to NOT hear, of course. So, he didn't need to strain too hard. No, no...Still dealing with others. Anthony could hear it now.

"Here's what we're going to do...I'm going to check your vitals. Then, I'm going to ask you a bunch of random things, jot your answers, give an analysis...and you'll be on your way." No, the questions weren't going to be the least bit serious. No, he wasn't going to give a real diagnosis. No, a single care was still not being given on this day.

Slipping on a pair of latex surgical gloves, he pulled his wand and gave an apologetic look.

SPOILER!!: Jose!
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Originally Posted by Grrr..Meow (Post 11645914)
The more and more the man continued to talk the more he started to like him. " yes, sir I sure do. ", waiting to hear what time he could go in at was very short, this man found him right away. " 11:30 he thought that wasn't too bad but.....

Oh Jose has an option either go now or go in thirty minutes. He knew he has plenty of things to get done so what was the harm in going right now. And h he would be seeing him as well, well his day was turning out better than he expected." if you don't mind squeezing me in now that would be great! "


Stepping back out into the makeshift waiting area, Anthony gestured to Jose Mora. Merlin, he would attempt to prevent as much humiliation as he could.

There was an obligation to do so, considering the role he was being forced to play in this madness.

"Please hurry before you are spotted..."...by that crazed woman.

SPOILER!!: Aron!
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Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie (Post 11646173)
He was here. Early in fact. Early and ready to get this over with and, in all honesty, didn't want to be here in the first place and had considered skipping entirely. It all was utterly absurd. But he figured he would probably get an earful for not cooperating and, as much as he enjoyed the dull honking of all the honking daffodils in this joint, really did not want to have to listen to it.

Clutching his appointment time parchment in his closed fist, he pushed open the door and stepped inside with a grunt. Yeah. He was here.

.........WHY were there so many other people here too? Oh bouncing blueberries had they overbooked for the same times? Merlin help him....

"Do Department Heads get priority in line?" he questioned, partly joking but also partly serious.


Anthony's eyes snapped to attention as Aron entered the tech lounge. He was still too frustrated and angry to appreciated the man's face. What was this? When had his job gotten THIS stressful? Oh, yes! Anthony properly recalled now...Two days ago.

The glare he doused the St. Mungo's Healer with was unapologetic.

Shifting it between the St. Mungo's person and his fellow Department Head, he snatched a seat, hoping to properly display his displeasure. There was literally nothing he could do...since the DHs were priority. They'd insist on seeing Mr. Ashburry-Hawthorne themselves.

Damnit.

Ringo 08-04-2014 11:44 PM

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Originally Posted by Ravaora Silverkin (Post 11646134)
Oh? Checking her watch? That was anxiety if she ever saw it. The stressful work environment had reduced this poor young woman to a state of disrepair. It was no wonder she was constantly checking her watch.

Ravaora's eyes grew larger with pity as she watch this one checking in. "You poor dear, it must be awful. Here. Let me help take care of you." But first, finding out what was wrong. So much to do so little time.

Poor dear? Ronnie glanced up, puzzled. She quickly glanced around herself to see if the woman had been talking to someone behind her but it seemed like there was not many people near she could have been talking to. Turning her attention back to the lady at the table, she studied her. "I'm afraid I don't understand?" she said, cocking her head slightly. "What must be awful?"

Zoe 08-04-2014 11:54 PM

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Originally Posted by PhoenixRising (Post 11646127)
While waiting to be checked in - Merlin, they just LOVED to keep you waiting giving her more reason to believe this was a conspiracy for others in the party to do a search of their levels while the employees were in one area - Alex noticed a couple more people from her level join them. First Ronnie, her head's assistant, to which she offered the redhead a friendly smile and then one of them creatures people who'd she seen around when he started working there.

She shook her head at the creatures employee. "Merlin only knows, but if its our heads then I think they'll find their psychotic wards filled up quite quickly." And the Ministry will be without employees, which might be want they want? "You ... uh, this ... this might be really dumb, but you don't think this is a conspiracy, do you? St Mungos getting all of us down for these so-called evaluations, whilst they go search our workplaces for .... something?"

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Originally Posted by Ravaora Silverkin (Post 11646134)
HE WAS USING WORDS THAT DID NOT EXIST!!! Obviously the poor working conditions here had turned his brain to mush and he could no longer access the vocabulary his brain had spent years developing. The injustice, it was enough to HURT and Ravaora could only take the man's face in hands and go, "It will be alright. We'll make you better again and I might have an extra dictionary on hand as well."

Never fear Sir, the Healer's from St. Mungo's were HERE. "Do you have an appointment? How are you FEELING?? How many fingers am I holding up??" Though she hadn't released his face to reveal fingers.....ahem.

So the woman thought that all of this was a conspiracy, eh? The theory sounded a bit odd to Tancred, but he had heard and seen stranger things before. He shrugged at her and replied, "I don't know. This whole health evaluation thing does seem odd. But what would be the point of using it as a distraction while someone searched through the whole Ministry? I mean, wouldn't it be easier to just send us all home for the day?" If something fishy was going on though, he would bet it had to do with Mysteries.

He was about to say that this evaluation stuff was probably not that big of a deal. Probably just a random check-up to make sure everyone was healthy. After all, the two of them looked healthy enough to be in a working environment. However, the same couldn't be said for everyone else in the Ministry.

Out of the blue, a woman healer then came by and started touching foreheads ... and then his face. This wasn't part of the examination, right? Why were her hands still holding onto his face? Should she have let go by now? And what was she going on about a dictionary for?

Tancred just stared. Everything was going to be alright? Oookay then. "Yes, I have an appointment," he told her. He wouldn't be here if he could get away with it. "And I am feeling well. But I am afraid I won't be able to tell you how many fingers you're holding up with your hands on my face." Were they sure it was the Ministry employees that needed to be evaluated? He wasn't a healer by any means, but he was positive a certain someone had escaped a long-term residence ward.

Expecto-Penguin 08-05-2014 12:16 AM

Jasmine came here a little late. He noticed a few people were here before her. As she made her way, she didn't feel so nervous. I mean she was healthy the whole time working here. She hardly got sick. But it was the protocol and every member had to do this. So she shall do it too. She went to the front of the line and looked through the papers to check in. "Alright where I am...?" she asked skimming through all the names. Merlin this might take a while.

Magical Soul 08-05-2014 01:02 AM

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Originally Posted by Ravaora Silverkin (Post 11646134)
......

............

Restlessness. Ravaora racked her brain for the disease known for this and suddenly gave a faint gasp as she made her way over to the wandering soul. "Your condition. You need to be checked now." Poor thing. Did he even know?? Her heart went out to this one. Why would he pace the way he did unless he was going out of his mind? It was all perfectly clear.

"You are crumbling under a great weight but it's alright." They were here to help.

If the woman wasn't intensely looking at him with sparkly eyes as if he was about to fall off a cliff, he wouldn't have guessed she was addressing him. Was the gasp really necessary, too? He looked at her dumbly, which was achieved with difficulty because prosecutors didn't look dumb at all, and froze in his wandering. "Uh." Crumbling? "I'm-- I'm quite fine, actually, ma'am. I think. Is it my eyes, I haven't slept very well yesterday but I think-- am I sick?" Okay, she may or may not have increased his buried paranoia a tad.

Those were supposed to be professionals, right? The kind that could detect diseases the second they laid eyes on a person and all that jazz. Well, consider him very, very paranoid right about now. Vic headed towards the lady to do whatever to check in. BEFORE HE "CRUMBLED".

sarahlooo 08-05-2014 01:48 AM

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Originally Posted by Govoni (Post 11646188)
Making sure they weren't being overheard, Anthony plopped down into a seat.

"As you can see.....they're insane." He listened carefully, trying to gauge where THAT woman was at the precise moment. The shrieking would've difficult to NOT hear, of course. So, he didn't need to strain too hard. No, no...Still dealing with others. Anthony could hear it now.

"Here's what we're going to do...I'm going to check your vitals. Then, I'm going to ask you a bunch of random things, jot your answers, give an analysis...and you'll be on your way." No, the questions weren't going to be the least bit serious. No, he wasn't going to give a real diagnosis. No, a single care was still not being given on this day.

Slipping on a pair of latex surgical gloves, he pulled his wand and gave an apologetic look.

January caught glimpses of the other nurses and was slightly glad that she was not in with any of them. She tried to block out the noise of the others, too. However, once Anthony started talking, she wasn't sure how comforted she felt with him, either. He sounded like he was going to BS the whole thing and let her be on her way, but she had gone into this thinking it was going to be a real medical exam...

"Where did you go to school for this?" she asked curiously, eyeing his latex gloves momentarily. He didn't sound very professional. And that look on his face didn't exactly comfort her either.

Govoni 08-05-2014 02:32 AM

SPOILER!!: January!
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Originally Posted by sarahlooo (Post 11646329)
January caught glimpses of the other nurses and was slightly glad that she was not in with any of them. She tried to block out the noise of the others, too. However, once Anthony started talking, she wasn't sure how comforted she felt with him, either. He sounded like he was going to BS the whole thing and let her be on her way, but she had gone into this thinking it was going to be a real medical exam...

"Where did you go to school for this?" she asked curiously, eyeing his latex gloves momentarily. He didn't sound very professional. And that look on his face didn't exactly comfort her either.


Anthony, who had actively decided NOT TO give a single care today, began by checking vitals. No, he supposed he didn't sound very professional at the moment...but one would have that when they were at the absolute end of their rope.

Merlin, and the evals had just begun.

"I attended University in Greece." Anthony didn't need to be secretive about his previous studies and work history...if she was concerned about his credentials. It sounded that way. Finishing up the vitals check, Anthony pulled her file and wrote a few things down. Oh, that was another massive invasion of privacy. These records...

"I completed my Healer training at St. Mungo's."............and that was enough of that. Anthony didn't like the reminder. Especially after THIS. "Your blood pressure is a little high." Just so she was aware. It wasn't alarmingly high...but high enough that it could've been greatly exaggerated by any one of the other Healers.

After writing a few more things down, he removed the gloves and took a seat. "Are you comfortable?"

Grrr..Meow 08-05-2014 02:33 AM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Govoni (Post 11646188)
The SA Department Head had been perfectly fine, considering he was going to fake these evaluations.......That was...until one of THEM just HAD to rear their unnecessary heads IN THIS SPACE. Anthony eyeballed the St. Mungo's Healer with barely concealed disdain.

It looks could crucio...


Making sure they weren't being overheard, Anthony plopped down into a seat.

"As you can see.....they're insane." He listened carefully, trying to gauge where THAT woman was at the precise moment. The shrieking would've difficult to NOT hear, of course. So, he didn't need to strain too hard. No, no...Still dealing with others. Anthony could hear it now.

"Here's what we're going to do...I'm going to check your vitals. Then, I'm going to ask you a bunch of random things, jot your answers, give an analysis...and you'll be on your way." No, the questions weren't going to be the least bit serious. No, he wasn't going to give a real diagnosis. No, a single care was still not being given on this day.

Slipping on a pair of latex surgical gloves, he pulled his wand and gave an apologetic look.


Stepping back out into the makeshift waiting area, Anthony gestured to Jose Mora. Merlin, he would attempt to prevent as much humiliation as he could.

There was an obligation to do so, considering the role he was being forced to play in this madness.

"Please hurry before you are spotted..."...by that crazed woman.


Anthony's eyes snapped to attention as Aron entered the tech lounge. He was still too frustrated and angry to appreciated the man's face. What was this? When had his job gotten THIS stressful? Oh, yes! Anthony properly recalled now...Two days ago.

The glare he doused the St. Mungo's Healer with was unapologetic.

Shifting it between the St. Mungo's person and his fellow Department Head, he snatched a seat, hoping to properly display his displeasure. There was literally nothing he could do...since the DHs were priority. They'd insist on seeing Mr. Ashburry-Hawthorne themselves.

Damnit.

Looking up from his chair he heard the man talking about hurrying up and it looked like he was talking to him. "Me?" he asked but before he could answer he was out of his chair and he moved his way to him. "where would you like me to go?" saying as he finally reached him.

Ravaora Silverkin 08-05-2014 02:56 AM

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Originally Posted by Ringo (Post 11646253)
Poor dear? Ronnie glanced up, puzzled. She quickly glanced around herself to see if the woman had been talking to someone behind her but it seemed like there was not many people near she could have been talking to. Turning her attention back to the lady at the table, she studied her. "I'm afraid I don't understand?" she said, cocking her head slightly. "What must be awful?"

hfdsgashgfireaf

Didn't understand?? SHE WAS LOSING BRAIN FUNCTION!!! Oh deaaar, oh dear oh dear oh dear. "It will all be explained in a minute, if you'd just follow me into the examination room we can get you checked and sorted before your brain dilapidates further." All said in a ridiculously slow voice to be sure the woman comprehended. Did she mention she was an expert at this? This one had no need to worry.

"Please step this way." She said, gesturing to the room on the side. Then they could get down to business.

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Originally Posted by Zoe (Post 11646257)

Out of the blue, a woman healer then came by and started touching foreheads ... and then his face. This wasn't part of the examination, right? Why were her hands still holding onto his face? Should she have let go by now? And what was she going on about a dictionary for?

Tancred just stared. Everything was going to be alright? Oookay then. "Yes, I have an appointment," he told her. He wouldn't be here if he could get away with it. "And I am feeling well. But I am afraid I won't be able to tell you how many fingers you're holding up with your hands on my face." Were they sure it was the Ministry employees that needed to be evaluated? He wasn't a healer by any means, but he was positive a certain someone had escaped a long-term residence ward.

Thank Merlin he had an appointment. Even if she hadn't noticed him he would still get himself checked and now she would personally see to it because this was alarming. The man had no idea just how worried he now had Ravaora but she was good at what she did. Her eyes widened at the confession he couldn't tell her how many fingers she had up. "Poor sight, it's an early sign of O.O.P.S--not to worry we can get you a seeing crup now I insist you come with you before we have to remove your eyes and replace them with sanitized gulf balls." She'd been told it hurt but some people were just so whiny.

Finally she dropped her hands and gestured to the examination room. "Death is no joking matter and you've been playing dangerously with it. This way." She led the way to the room and waited on the inside. Why wasn't he moving faster?? Impaired movement as well???? WHAAAAAT?????

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Originally Posted by Expecto-Penguin (Post 11646268)
Jasmine came here a little late. He noticed a few people were here before her. As she made her way, she didn't feel so nervous. I mean she was healthy the whole time working here. She hardly got sick. But it was the protocol and every member had to do this. So she shall do it too. She went to the front of the line and looked through the papers to check in. "Alright where I am...?" she asked skimming through all the names. Merlin this might take a while.

It didn't take long for Ravaora to see this one was lost. Looking but not truly SEEING. That would explain why she was flipping through the book as if she'd lost her shadow in the pages--had she? There was a disease with that one written all over it. As she approached, she cleared her throat so as not to alarm the young woman then cause mass panic within the room and have everyone throwing desks and chairs. Those were horrible times. "No need to check the book. I'd rather you come with me right now. This clearly can't wait." And what was numerical order anyway when you were tending to the DYING??

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Originally Posted by Magical Soul (Post 11646295)
If the woman wasn't intensely looking at him with sparkly eyes as if he was about to fall off a cliff, he wouldn't have guessed she was addressing him. Was the gasp really necessary, too? He looked at her dumbly, which was achieved with difficulty because prosecutors didn't look dumb at all, and froze in his wandering. "Uh." Crumbling? "I'm-- I'm quite fine, actually, ma'am. I think. Is it my eyes, I haven't slept very well yesterday but I think-- am I sick?" Okay, she may or may not have increased his buried paranoia a tad.

Those were supposed to be professionals, right? The kind that could detect diseases the second they laid eyes on a person and all that jazz. Well, consider him very, very paranoid right about now. Vic headed towards the lady to do whatever to check in. BEFORE HE "CRUMBLED".

Just LOOK how confused the man was. He wasn't all that here in the head. Off on another planet perhaps? Venturing off with the dead while his hollow body remained to look haggard and unkempt. Surely there was still hope for him but just how much? And just listened to the way he went off on that tangent, rambling--did he say lack of sleep? He eyes grew wider than possible by this point. "YOU ARE RIDDLED WITH DISEASE, HOW ARE YOU STILL LIVING???" Forgive the shock but SIR.

He was coming toward her, sick as he was and Ravaora put on a brave face. If this was the day she caught a contagious disease while trying to help the masses then so be it.

The Healer reached out, grabbed him by the shirt and proceeded to pull him into the exam room. No wait for the dying; they may not be here long.

lemon 08-05-2014 03:06 AM

This lounge was an unfamiliar place to Sherman, seeing as he'd had no reason to come here before and couldn't bother the trouble with his wheelchair. He was a bit late, what with having to navigate new territory with his rolling seat and whatnot. But surely it wouldn't matter?

He wasn't actually sure what all the ruckus was about, just that it was mandatory. And that meant show up or he'd get in trouble. Somehow.

So there he was. His turn now?

sweetpinkpixie 08-05-2014 03:32 AM

Anthony in here toooooooo
 
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Originally Posted by Ravaora Silverkin (Post 11646176)
Another that wasn't using actual words? Just how many of them would they see today...and the way he clutched his parchment. It was like he was expecting an apocalypse at any second. The tension was real. His muscles must be so over worked, this constant living in fear.....Oh? A Department Head at that?? Ravaora glided over to the man. "You do actually. Running the madness you can't be all that right in the head yourself. No worries we'll take really good care of you."

Her eyes drifted to his clenched parchment again. "You need to let go...let it allllll out and come with me."

Yes, this way, as she led him off to the examination room.

............................

Did she...just infer that he was crazy? Anthony was getting smoldering looks right now. His eyes narrowed to practically slits before he slowly turned his head towards the woman. Out of all the honking daffodils he had ever met, this one was by far the worst offender.

And now he had regretted asking. He could wait. Really. Or leave and never come back.

"............let what go?" There was something he very much wanted to let go right now, but it went against his morals.
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Originally Posted by lemon (Post 11646389)
This lounge was an unfamiliar place to Sherman, seeing as he'd had no reason to come here before and couldn't bother the trouble with his wheelchair. He was a bit late, what with having to navigate new territory with his rolling seat and whatnot. But surely it wouldn't matter?

He wasn't actually sure what all the ruckus was about, just that it was mandatory. And that meant show up or he'd get in trouble. Somehow.

So there he was. His turn now?

Oh for the love of gardenia. RUN SHERMAN. Only the old man couldn't really do that so it was more like ROLL SHERMAN.

"Actually, this gentleman and myself have our appointments set with Mr. Cresswell."

Magical Soul 08-05-2014 03:47 AM

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Originally Posted by Ravaora Silverkin (Post 11646382)
Just LOOK how confused the man was. He wasn't all that here in the head. Off on another planet perhaps? Venturing off with the dead while his hollow body remained to look haggard and unkempt. Surely there was still hope for him but just how much? And just listened to the way he went off on that tangent, rambling--did he say lack of sleep? He eyes grew wider than possible by this point. "YOU ARE RIDDLED WITH DISEASE, HOW ARE YOU STILL LIVING???" Forgive the shock but SIR.

He was coming toward her, sick as he was and Ravaora put on a brave face. If this was the day she caught a contagious disease while trying to help the masses then so be it.

The Healer reached out, grabbed him by the shirt and proceeded to pull him into the exam room. No wait for the dying; they may not be here long.

WINCE.

Was the shouting really necessary? Vic looked shocked, if anything, at the woman who didn't seem to appreciate the fact that he was getting closer to her. Well, TOUGH life, ma'am, it was her job to get close and cozy with sick people, no? "Whoa whoa." he said, freeing his shirt from her grip and giving her an uncertain smile, but still followed her to what he assumed would be the exam room. He was having second thoughts about her professionalism, though. Look at the way she grabbed his shirt and was pulling him with her. Not to mention that shouting from before.

... maybe, she was the sick one?? St. Mungo's mental section was missing a patient? Oh he ought to check on this once he got this over with. "I mean, aside from that, I'm really fine." He insisted, trying to get her to talk more.

sarahlooo 08-05-2014 03:52 AM

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Originally Posted by Govoni (Post 11646365)
Anthony, who had actively decided NOT TO give a single care today, began by checking vitals. No, he supposed he didn't sound very professional at the moment...but one would have that when they were at the absolute end of their rope.

Merlin, and the evals had just begun.

"I attended University in Greece." Anthony didn't need to be secretive about his previous studies and work history...if she was concerned about his credentials. It sounded that way. Finishing up the vitals check, Anthony pulled her file and wrote a few things down. Oh, that was another massive invasion of privacy. These records...

"I completed my Healer training at St. Mungo's."............and that was enough of that. Anthony didn't like the reminder. Especially after THIS. "Your blood pressure is a little high." Just so she was aware. It wasn't alarmingly high...but high enough that it could've been greatly exaggerated by any one of the other Healers.

After writing a few more things down, he removed the gloves and took a seat. "Are you comfortable?"

January let him do his thing, patiently being evaluated, doing whatever she needed to to let him work. University in Greece. Greece generally had good schools. "Wizarding University?" she asked, looking for a specification. She raised an eyebrow when he mention that he finished his healer training at St. Mungo's. "Hm. Different class than the lot of them out there, I'm assuming." Because he didn't really seem like he was on the crazy train like the rest of them.

High blood pressure? "Oh?" That wasn't too alarming. Everyone had high blood pressure.

"Enough," she responded to his question simply. No one was ever too comfortable during a medical exam, but she wasn't complaining.

nanyjj 08-05-2014 06:00 AM

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Originally Posted by Ravaora Silverkin (Post 11646134)
It was somewhat the surprize to be told the Minister had consented to the checks being done on the same done but in such a LOVELY way. People could be dying. People could be trying to kill others. The world was a dangerous place and they the Healers were tasked with making it just a little safer. After those other experiments, Ravaora was a little antsy about what they would find amongst this lot but whatever it was, they would get to the bottom of it and CORRECT THEM SO THEY COULD BE UPSTANDING CITIZENS ONCE MORE. Such a noble cause.

Glancing from the door she stood by, she spotted a man. Just look at the way he was standing, the way he distanced himself from everyone else. That was the beginning of the madness. The separation, the refusal to mingle. He could have a rare rabies disease but trying to keep it to himself. Such a brave man. It was just too much. "Good day Sir." Ravaora stopped at a distance incase it was air bourne.

"May I ask what level you are from and what appointment you hold." If he didn't have an appointment she would still fit him in because RABIES.

Lawrence was getting impatient at the long wait. People were filing into the room and that meant that he would either have to wait a long time or the Healer would be late for his appointment. Then he noticed someone looking at him. For an unusually long time.

Was she a healer? No wonder most of the department heads were not happy about the health check business. Healers appeared to be weirdos, and even though Lawrence hated to use the word 'weirdo', he just had to. "Good day to you too," he greeted the lady. The ministry advisor maintained the distance, incase she was - well.

"I'm from this level. Er, minister's office." Not the muggle technology centre. "I believe I have an appointment for a quarter past eleven? The name's Lawrence Lee." He said. Now, he did not have all day, so..

Hera 08-05-2014 12:17 PM

Curiosity killed the cat, and roadkill was ever so interesting, so naturally she had to have a look.

Emily was aware of her appointment time, and had initially opted to ignore it - this was something which required very little skill and next to no need for patience. It would have been only too easy. But considering this was an initiative the whole Ministry was to undertake, and because Gavin had always complained about her diet, and Zeke about her sleeping habits, it seemed only fitting to prove them both wrong and get a clean bill of health.

The Department Head arrived in the technology lounge, observing those gathered there. With her hands in her jacket pockets, and a casual stance, Emily offered the nearest Healer-looking figure a faint smile and announced herself. "Emily Browne, Level Two, I'm scheduled for an appointment in ten." So get on with it. Wow her.

There was noise, and there were familiar faces, neither of which she particularly cared for at the minute. Not when there was work to be done, and this was an inconvenience she could have done without.

Maybe she should have skipped it. Was it too late to leave?

Lislchen 08-05-2014 12:32 PM

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Originally Posted by Ravaora Silverkin (Post 11646176)
That was the most precious thing; the woman could still smile. There was hope for her yet. This place had not taken its full toll and Ravaora would see to it that she and everyone else got the medical attention they were in desperate need of. Where were the Ministry Healers? Lost, clearly lost. It must have been the memory loss. They would need checking too but for now she would focus on saving this life if she could.

The Healer scooped the book off the table and flipped through it. "Ah yes, you're right here, please come with me and we'll have you checked. Not to worry, you're in the best care. Dying is not on our agenda." HAVE NO FEAR.

She gestured to the next room then headed off herself. While she waited on the inside, she began reviewing case files though she was sure she already knew what was wrong with this one.

Alysson nodded again while her gaze dropped to the book the other woman was holding. "So how long are you here for then?" She asked politely, trying to make smalltalk. And she wanted to see if she talked like that slowly all the time. Ah good, yes, but she DID in fact have an appointment. Or so the book said. Good-

.......excuse me what?!

"I don't believe I'm dying." She gave the Healer a strange look, automatically following her into the adjacent room. Was this check-up really about not DYING? Was anyone sick? Was there some kind of contagious disease going around the Ministry? What had she missed? Why had no one told her?

Holmesian Feline 08-05-2014 01:08 PM

Health Evals?

Simon had seen the department notice...gotten his appointment time at his desk as expected but it was still not on his mind to go. He wasn't one for healers, having only ever gone near one when badly injured from quidditch or the job and the latter was mostly because as security he tended to go near anyone in the ministry. And okay, when he was looked at after being possessed by a pirate ghost for a better part of a school term.

Maybe that was the cause of the reluctance.

Because otherwise he was fine and had nothing to hide. Or rather nothing to find wrong with him. Still...he had noticed others in the department heading in the direction of the technology center and debated, finally leaving to head up there when it was time. With minutes to spare. And his gait casual as he walked to the desk, not revealing any lingering suspicions that typically dwelled in MLE employees.

"Simon Bennett..." he stated simply, giving his name as he waited to be checked in.

ArianaBlack 08-05-2014 04:32 PM

Health evaluations.

What. Was this like a... regular thing? They had never done health evaluations at Witch Weekly. So this was strange. Beyond strange. Maybe this was just as normal part of being employed in the ministry. She'd have to ask about that later, but for now the brunette made her way towards the room she was directed to. Luckily, it wasn't that far from her cubicle. Merlin forbid she had to walk up anymore stairs with these heels.

Of course, she did love the heels. Especially the little clunk clunk noises she made- which only grew as she neared the area.

Clunk... Clunk... Clunk... Clunk... Clunk.

As she stood around and waited for her turn, she took out her latest Witch Weekly issue out of her designer handbag and began reading.

Ew. She wore THOSE shoes with THAT hat? Disgusting.

Ravaora Silverkin 08-05-2014 07:43 PM

SPOILER!!: Mr. Wheelchair and his defender
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Originally Posted by lemon (Post 11646389)
This lounge was an unfamiliar place to Sherman, seeing as he'd had no reason to come here before and couldn't bother the trouble with his wheelchair. He was a bit late, what with having to navigate new territory with his rolling seat and whatnot. But surely it wouldn't matter?

He wasn't actually sure what all the ruckus was about, just that it was mandatory. And that meant show up or he'd get in trouble. Somehow.

So there he was. His turn now?

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Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie (Post 11646453)

............................

Did she...just infer that he was crazy? Anthony was getting smoldering looks right now. His eyes narrowed to practically slits before he slowly turned his head towards the woman. Out of all the honking daffodils he had ever met, this one was by far the worst offender.

And now he had regretted asking. He could wait. Really. Or leave and never come back.

"............let what go?" There was something he very much wanted to let go right now, but it went against his morals.

Oh for the love of gardenia. RUN SHERMAN. Only the old man couldn't really do that so it was more like ROLL SHERMAN.

"Actually, this gentleman and myself have our appointments set with Mr. Cresswell."



Was he playing dumb? In denial? Unsure what she meant? Perhaps Ravaora would have to speak as slowly to him as she did a few patience that had earlier appointments. How wide spread was this epidemic and which one were they spreading?? So fascinating yet tragic. The bodies would begin piling up if she didn't get to work. "The stress, Love. Get rid of aaaalll that anxiety. Feel your muscles loosening." And on that note, why was he not following?

Hmm, clearly it was a cerebral malfunction. He truly wasn't processing a thing she said, was he. Parasites in the brain, most likely or the stress eating away at the neurons--

HANG ON!! "No no no." Ravaora clutched tightly to the handles of the elderly man's wheelchair. "This one is gravely ill, knocking on death's door and will be seeing no one but ME. How long has he been unable to walk?" She turned to old man and spoke exaggeratedly slow once more. "It. Is. Alright. SIR." In case he was hard of hearing too. "We'll get you walking again in NO TIME." No walking meant a muscular problem obviously brought on from a lack of exercise and poor diet. They'd get this one up and about in no time. Ravaora began wheeling him toward the room, no time for protests. "And I suggest you come too unless you want to drop dead." Unless he diiiiiiiiid. DID HE???? Clearly OOPS struck again.

SPOILER!!: Vic
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Originally Posted by Magical Soul (Post 11646466)
WINCE.

Was the shouting really necessary? Vic looked shocked, if anything, at the woman who didn't seem to appreciate the fact that he was getting closer to her. Well, TOUGH life, ma'am, it was her job to get close and cozy with sick people, no? "Whoa whoa." he said, freeing his shirt from her grip and giving her an uncertain smile, but still followed her to what he assumed would be the exam room. He was having second thoughts about her professionalism, though. Look at the way she grabbed his shirt and was pulling him with her. Not to mention that shouting from before.

... maybe, she was the sick one?? St. Mungo's mental section was missing a patient? Oh he ought to check on this once he got this over with. "I mean, aside from that, I'm really fine." He insisted, trying to get her to talk more.



Was that an involuntary tick? Was it? Ravaora noticed the wincing and knew immediately that this man's nervous system was failing. Pretty soon he'd be in a wheelchair too or carted off to St. Mungo's if they caught it quickly enough. This was even more serious than she thought--no, than she DARED to imagine.

"Repetitive speech with the use of 'whoa' twice." Had he already forgotten he'd uttered it? An advanced stage of the disease. Merlin's beard help them all if he got into the wider public. His sudden draw back had her eyeing him even more seriously. "Afraid of contact as well...." She muttered, drawing on little ideas here and there as to what would definitively be the cause of his melt down.

"And rambling." She noted as they got into the room. Offering explanations where there need not be any. The dark circles under his eyes as well......"How well are you sleeping?" And while she asked she reached for the closet thing on her table and hurled it at him. Just like that. Throwing missiles.

SPOILER!!: Mr. Lee
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Originally Posted by nanyjj (Post 11646506)
Lawrence was getting impatient at the long wait. People were filing into the room and that meant that he would either have to wait a long time or the Healer would be late for his appointment. Then he noticed someone looking at him. For an unusually long time.

Was she a healer? No wonder most of the department heads were not happy about the health check business. Healers appeared to be weirdos, and even though Lawrence hated to use the word 'weirdo', he just had to. "Good day to you too," he greeted the lady. The ministry advisor maintained the distance, incase she was - well.

"I'm from this level. Er, minister's office." Not the muggle technology centre. "I believe I have an appointment for a quarter past eleven? The name's Lawrence Lee." He said. Now, he did not have all day, so..



Minister's Office, Level 1, central point of the chaos she was willing to bet. That was where decrees came from, such a STRESSFUL job it was and it would break most people, in fact, it had broken this man right here. His internal self was long shattered but he did not know. What a shame in life this was.

"Yes, I'll be seeing you right now. Please step into the room. Have no fear, we've seen worse cases than your own. In no time we should have you fixed, just have to pinpoint what's wrong first."

Because something was wrong, did he know? DID HE KNOW HE WAS DYING???

SPOILER!!: Emily
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Originally Posted by Hera (Post 11646561)
Curiosity killed the cat, and roadkill was ever so interesting, so naturally she had to have a look.

Emily was aware of her appointment time, and had initially opted to ignore it - this was something which required very little skill and next to no need for patience. It would have been only too easy. But considering this was an initiative the whole Ministry was to undertake, and because Gavin had always complained about her diet, and Zeke about her sleeping habits, it seemed only fitting to prove them both wrong and get a clean bill of health.

The Department Head arrived in the technology lounge, observing those gathered there. With her hands in her jacket pockets, and a casual stance, Emily offered the nearest Healer-looking figure a faint smile and announced herself. "Emily Browne, Level Two, I'm scheduled for an appointment in ten." So get on with it. Wow her.

There was noise, and there were familiar faces, neither of which she particularly cared for at the minute. Not when there was work to be done, and this was an inconvenience she could have done without.

Maybe she should have skipped it. Was it too late to leave?



Such. Short. Sentences.

Ravaora walked right up to this one, giving her a once over. Short sentences could only mean 10 things and one by one she would figure out what! Could be anything from too much sugar to a brain degenerating disease that was slowly ruining speech function. Tut tut, the woman might find it a little harder to fulfil her tasks if she could hardly give directions. "Emily Browne, yes? Department Head? Those have priority, step right this way Ma'am." Toward the room where your fate would be sealed.

She had caught her looking around earlier as well. Possibly feeling trapped, like the walls were closing in--or a fear of people, yes! It made sense! The short sentences too in an effort to be done with it. This woman had been scarred. It was heart breakingly tragic at the very least and the healer took the woman's hands in hers. "We will help you get through this. I promise you we're the best at what we do. You will be a new woman." Now chop chop the reformation needed to begin and it couldn't without a diagnosis!

SPOILER!!: Alysson
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Originally Posted by Lislchen (Post 11646564)
Alysson nodded again while her gaze dropped to the book the other woman was holding. "So how long are you here for then?" She asked politely, trying to make smalltalk. And she wanted to see if she talked like that slowly all the time. Ah good, yes, but she DID in fact have an appointment. Or so the book said. Good-

.......excuse me what?!

"I don't believe I'm dying." She gave the Healer a strange look, automatically following her into the adjacent room. Was this check-up really about not DYING? Was anyone sick? Was there some kind of contagious disease going around the Ministry? What had she missed? Why had no one told her?



Why was she looking at her like that? With those craaaazy eyes. It was setting in, wasn't it? Perhaps this one would need restraints while they got the evaluations done...just in case. "We will be here all day." Ravaora commented idly as she began patting at the woman's cheeks. "And will continue to be here until you are all healed and reformed." She sighed heavily, lowering her hands again. "It's just as I thought. Your face is changing colour. We'll need to prescribe you something for it." True. It was all red now. Would she need a mirror?

The healer reached for the clipboard across from her and began scribbling. "Denial as well..." She muttered as she scribbled. "But yes, I like your enthusiasm. You will not die so long as we are here! Now tell me, how have you been feeling lately? Stressed? Over worked? Under paid? Unfulfilled? Hmmmmm?" Leaning closer she pulled an eyelid down to check. It wasn't green. Huh. That ruled that out.

SPOILER!!: Simon
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Originally Posted by Holmesian Feline (Post 11646572)
Health Evals?

Simon had seen the department notice...gotten his appointment time at his desk as expected but it was still not on his mind to go. He wasn't one for healers, having only ever gone near one when badly injured from quidditch or the job and the latter was mostly because as security he tended to go near anyone in the ministry. And okay, when he was looked at after being possessed by a pirate ghost for a better part of a school term.

Maybe that was the cause of the reluctance.

Because otherwise he was fine and had nothing to hide. Or rather nothing to find wrong with him. Still...he had noticed others in the department heading in the direction of the technology center and debated, finally leaving to head up there when it was time. With minutes to spare. And his gait casual as he walked to the desk, not revealing any lingering suspicions that typically dwelled in MLE employees.

"Simon Bennett..." he stated simply, giving his name as he waited to be checked in.



The nonchalance on this one was a telling sign, oh yes it was. He didn't understand the grave nature of this situation. He wasn't comprehending or perhaps he simply didn't know what was going on. The man had said his name, he knew that much but the healer had her doubts.

"I do believe you have an appointment yes, please come with me and we can have you sorted out." And poked and prodded and anything else she saw fit.

The examination room was all hers.

SPOILER!!: Tiffany
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Originally Posted by ArianaBlack (Post 11646619)
Health evaluations.

What. Was this like a... regular thing? They had never done health evaluations at Witch Weekly. So this was strange. Beyond strange. Maybe this was just as normal part of being employed in the ministry. She'd have to ask about that later, but for now the brunette made her way towards the room she was directed to. Luckily, it wasn't that far from her cubicle. Merlin forbid she had to walk up anymore stairs with these heels.

Of course, she did love the heels. Especially the little clunk clunk noises she made- which only grew as she neared the area.

Clunk... Clunk... Clunk... Clunk... Clunk.

As she stood around and waited for her turn, she took out her latest Witch Weekly issue out of her designer handbag and began reading.

Ew. She wore THOSE shoes with THAT hat? Disgusting.



STARE.

Was this one stress reading?

Ravaora had seen that condition before. The woman was scared before her wits, terrified of what she would find out today and for that reason she was choosing to read. But what was it? What could possibly make people so utterly terrified that they would revert to witch weekly of all things??? Terrible thing this was and she would have to act fast.

"I'm afraid the situation is worst than your reading will be able to handle." She tsked as if disappointedly in life and all of this woman's choices. "Nothing to be done about that now though. You'll have to come with me and we'll see what we can find--pray to merlin we've caught it in time."

Lislchen 08-05-2014 08:15 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Ravaora Silverkin (Post 11646729)
Why was she looking at her like that? With those craaaazy eyes. It was setting in, wasn't it? Perhaps this one would need restraints while they got the evaluations done...just in case. "We will be here all day." Ravaora commented idly as she began patting at the woman's cheeks. "And will continue to be here until you are all healed and reformed." She sighed heavily, lowering her hands again. "It's just as I thought. Your face is changing colour. We'll need to prescribe you something for it." True. It was all red now. Would she need a mirror?

The healer reached for the clipboard across from her and began scribbling. "Denial as well..." She muttered as she scribbled. "But yes, I like your enthusiasm. You will not die so long as we are here! Now tell me, how have you been feeling lately? Stressed? Over worked? Under paid? Unfulfilled? Hmmmmm?" Leaning closer she pulled an eyelid down to check. It wasn't green. Huh. That ruled that out.

Oh...oh....oh....okay the examination had started apparently.

Alysson tried to keep as still as possible while the Healer slapped her patted her cheeks. All day. Well, at least they were only here for a day. That sounded reasonable. The next thing the woman said, however, didn't sound reasonable at all. Healed and reformed?? Turning her head slightly, Alysson reached up to rub her cheeks. That had hurt a little. It certainly hadn't been comfortable.

PRESCRIBE HER SOMETHING??????

"I don't feel sick." Her face had fallen and when she glanced back to the Healer, there was a rather helpless look on her face. "What's wrong with my face?" She looked around, clearly in search for a mirror. What color was it? Why? What did that mean? What was going on?

"Alright?" She was still looking for a mirror. Alysson forced herself to focus on the Healer again though. Questions. She should answer those. So she could get better. "No." She shook her head. "Everything's alright." More or less.

TakemetotheBurrow 08-05-2014 08:22 PM

Harmony simply didn't see what the other Department Heads were up in arms about. Surely they cared about the health of their employees and as a woman who could see auras, the red head could vouch for the fact that many of the people in this building were stressed out. Poor dears. If only her love of laughter yoga and fresh hummus was shared by all. It did wonders for her health!

Sauntering into the technology lounge, the creature-crazy woman looked around and smiled. She then approached the table and cleared her throat.

"Helloooo! Department Head Harmony Skylark reporting for an examination!"

Holmesian Feline 08-05-2014 08:38 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Ravaora Silverkin (Post 11646729)
The nonchalance on this one was a telling sign, oh yes it was. He didn't understand the grave nature of this situation. He wasn't comprehending or perhaps he simply didn't know what was going on. The man had said his name, he knew that much but the healer had her doubts.

"I do believe you have an appointment yes, please come with me and we can have you sorted out." And poked and prodded and anything else she saw fit.

The examination room was all hers.

Good...so he wasn't down here for no apparent reason only to find he didn't actually have an appointment. Not that Simon would have minded it getting lost, it would have been a perfect excuse to bow out of it altogether. Get back to actually working and doing his job. But alas, he was stuck with an appointment. Well the sooner he got this over with the sooner he could return to his rounds or paperwork, or anything else that crossed his path.

"Very well," he said, moving to follow her into the examination room. He would obey... for now.

Govoni 08-05-2014 09:03 PM

SPOILER!!: January!
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Originally Posted by sarahlooo (Post 11646469)
January let him do his thing, patiently being evaluated, doing whatever she needed to to let him work. University in Greece. Greece generally had good schools. "Wizarding University?" she asked, looking for a specification. She raised an eyebrow when he mention that he finished his healer training at St. Mungo's. "Hm. Different class than the lot of them out there, I'm assuming." Because he didn't really seem like he was on the crazy train like the rest of them.

High blood pressure? "Oh?" That wasn't too alarming. Everyone had high blood pressure.

"Enough," she responded to his question simply. No one was ever too comfortable during a medical exam, but she wasn't complaining.


"Yes, Wizarding University." Writing down a few more general things (to appear like he was actually doing his job), Anthony smiled. "Clearly getting out was smart, yes? I think someone slipped something into the water."......It probably wasn't the smartest thing to do, making those types of comments.....but Merlin, if it wasn't true enough.

The liquid courage was running it's course.

"As I mentioned before, I'll simply be asking a series of questions."...to reiterate the general timeline of the evaluation. No, the DH had absolutely no idea what Silverkin was going to be asking or what she was going to do, even...but this was how he was preferring to roll.

"How's your diet? Your sleep pattern? Do you get enough hours in the night to feel properly rested the next morning? Do you consume adult beverages?"

...Just to name a few. All the while, Anthony glanced between her opened file and her face, trying to appear more serious than he had been before. Ms. Pennifold didn't need to know they were clearly UNDER ATTACK here.

SPOILER!!: Jose!
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Originally Posted by Grrr..Meow (Post 11646366)
Looking up from his chair he heard the man talking about hurrying up and it looked like he was talking to him. "Me?" he asked but before he could answer he was out of his chair and he moved his way to him. "where would you like me to go?" saying as he finally reached him.


"Just follow me back. Let's be quick...." Seriously, Mr. Mora didn't want to be subjected to that; mentally waving a hand in the Silverkin woman's direction.

"Make yourself comfortable. We'll begin shortly..." Merlin, did she have to be so LOUD?!

SPOILER!!: Aron, Serman, and the St. Mungo's Nutter!
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Originally Posted by lemon (Post 11646389)
This lounge was an unfamiliar place to Sherman, seeing as he'd had no reason to come here before and couldn't bother the trouble with his wheelchair. He was a bit late, what with having to navigate new territory with his rolling seat and whatnot. But surely it wouldn't matter?

He wasn't actually sure what all the ruckus was about, just that it was mandatory. And that meant show up or he'd get in trouble. Somehow.

So there he was. His turn now?

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Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie (Post 11646453)

............................

Did she...just infer that he was crazy? Anthony was getting smoldering looks right now. His eyes narrowed to practically slits before he slowly turned his head towards the woman. Out of all the honking daffodils he had ever met, this one was by far the worst offender.

And now he had regretted asking. He could wait. Really. Or leave and never come back.

"............let what go?" There was something he very much wanted to let go right now, but it went against his morals.

Oh for the love of gardenia. RUN SHERMAN. Only the old man couldn't really do that so it was more like ROLL SHERMAN.

"Actually, this gentleman and myself have our appointments set with Mr. Cresswell."

[QUOTE=Ravaora Silverkin;11646729]
SPOILER!!: Mr. Wheelchair and his defender




Was he playing dumb? In denial? Unsure what she meant? Perhaps Ravaora would have to speak as slowly to him as she did a few patience that had earlier appointments. How wide spread was this epidemic and which one were they spreading?? So fascinating yet tragic. The bodies would begin piling up if she didn't get to work. "The stress, Love. Get rid of aaaalll that anxiety. Feel your muscles loosening." And on that note, why was he not following?

Hmm, clearly it was a cerebral malfunction. He truly wasn't processing a thing she said, was he. Parasites in the brain, most likely or the stress eating away at the neurons--

HANG ON!! "No no no." Ravaora clutched tightly to the handles of the elderly man's wheelchair. "This one is gravely ill, knocking on death's door and will be seeing no one but ME. How long has he been unable to walk?" She turned to old man and spoke exaggeratedly slow once more. "It. Is. Alright. SIR." In case he was hard of hearing too. "We'll get you walking again in NO TIME." No walking meant a muscular problem obviously brought on from a lack of exercise and poor diet. They'd get this one up and about in no time. Ravaora began wheeling him toward the room, no time for protests. "And I suggest you come too unless you want to drop dead." Unless he diiiiiiiiid. DID HE???? Clearly OOPS struck again.

Anthony violently cringed at the St. Mungo's Healer's....everything, actually. He was cringing at everything. Merlin, help them all.

He'd been in the process of approaching Mr. Serman Clark, a man that was rather well known around the Ministry...but that woman, and he used the term loosely, had struck again.

It was ENDLESSLY frustrating...having NO SAY in the going-ons of his own area of interest. Anything health related fell to him and HIS team....AND ARON. She was...He didn't....And Emily...

"I believe I need a break."...because violence. He wanted to perform violence.

Ringo 08-05-2014 09:27 PM

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Originally Posted by Ravaora Silverkin (Post 11646382)
hfdsgashgfireaf

Didn't understand?? SHE WAS LOSING BRAIN FUNCTION!!! Oh deaaar, oh dear oh dear oh dear. "It will all be explained in a minute, if you'd just follow me into the examination room we can get you checked and sorted before your brain dilapidates further." All said in a ridiculously slow voice to be sure the woman comprehended. Did she mention she was an expert at this? This one had no need to worry.

"Please step this way." She said, gesturing to the room on the side. Then they could get down to business.

Ronnie blinked. Before her brain dilapidated even further?! What was that supposed to mean? Ronnie felt completely fine, though...did she not look it? She took another glance at the woman once more, wondering what in Merlin's beard was up. Ah, oh well. She ought to follow her to find out, yeah?

Still extremely puzzled, the red head followed her into the examination room. She thought this would be a simple examination but now that the woman was all concerned for her, Ronnie felt it would be worse now and she wasn't looking forward to this whole thing.

ArianaBlack 08-05-2014 10:32 PM

SPOILER!!: Ravaora Silverkin
Quote:

Originally Posted by Ravaora Silverkin (Post 11646729)
STARE.

Was this one stress reading?

Ravaora had seen that condition before. The woman was scared before her wits, terrified of what she would find out today and for that reason she was choosing to read. But what was it? What could possibly make people so utterly terrified that they would revert to witch weekly of all things??? Terrible thing this was and she would have to act fast.

"I'm afraid the situation is worst than your reading will be able to handle." She tsked as if disappointedly in life and all of this woman's choices. "Nothing to be done about that now though. You'll have to come with me and we'll see what we can find--pray to merlin we've caught it in time."



Tiffany had finally made her ways to the BEST PART, 'which witch wore what'! It was only the most interesting section of the entire magazine- which was saying something because this entire magazine was brillllliant. She'd know.

But then. Of course. They always had to come when she was at her reading peak. Always. The brunette carefully marked the page with a single finger, making sure not to damage the page. Letting out a small sigh, she looked up to see that... Oh. Well this was an unfamiliar face, one of the healer's possibly?

Situation worse than reading can handle. What was this woman talking about? "This situation?" she questioned. No, there was nothing wrong with Tiffany Price, except for the fact that her work robes covered up her most fabulous outfit. But other than that, she was in perfect health and this check was only a routine thing, right? Like there wasn't anything seriously wrong with her... How else would she have gotten the job? Not in poor health that's how. The tsking was also something else. The brunette just raised a single brow as she safely tucked her magazine back into the designer purse as she walked behind the woman.

"Um..This is just a routine checkup, right?" She had nothing to worry about. Just possibly creepy healers who may want to touch her face and ruin her carefully applied makeup. That's it.

MuggleDinosaur 08-05-2014 10:52 PM

Kerri/Anthony. <3
 
Jameson peaked around the corner. Was this the place Cresswell wanted him? Jamie scratched his head. He slide out in the lounge area and blinked at all the people there. Was it a party? IT BETTER BE! Jamie loved parties. He loved dancing at parties. Jamie cocked his head to the side, this was no party but what was it and he was in the right place, yeah? Jameson shrugged and looked around. Soooo, could he take a seat? Jamie had no idea what to do for the first time in a long time. These healers from Mungo's were all up in his grill. Jamie found a free seat and sat down. This was strange. Was he in a muggle doctor's office? Mhm.

Magical Soul 08-05-2014 11:04 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Ravaora Silverkin (Post 11646729)

Was that an involuntary tick? Was it? Ravaora noticed the wincing and knew immediately that this man's nervous system was failing. Pretty soon he'd be in a wheelchair too or carted off to St. Mungo's if they caught it quickly enough. This was even more serious than she thought--no, than she DARED to imagine.

"Repetitive speech with the use of 'whoa' twice." Had he already forgotten he'd uttered it? An advanced stage of the disease. Merlin's beard help them all if he got into the wider public. His sudden draw back had her eyeing him even more seriously. "Afraid of contact as well...." She muttered, drawing on little ideas here and there as to what would definitively be the cause of his melt down.

"And rambling." She noted as they got into the room. Offering explanations where there need not be any. The dark circles under his eyes as well......"How well are you sleeping?" And while she asked she reached for the closet thing on her table and hurled it at him. Just like that. Throwing missiles.

Oh that was it. Vic threw his arms up in the air as the lady continued to take every freaking flutter of his eyelids as a symptom! Definitely not professional. And now he was trapped in an exam room with her-- WHOA! A THING FLYING HIS WAY! Vic ducked. And stayed crouched there with the widest his eyes could ever go.

"What in Merlin's fluffy slippers are you doing?" He felt where his wand was inside his jacket and kept his hand there in case the lady had any other funny ideas. She was definitely going back to the mental section in St. Mungo's. He just needed to summon security without setting her off. Vic glanced around him, a can of some kind of powder would do. He just needed to write a S.O.S message.

MudInMyBlood 08-05-2014 11:45 PM

When Ainsley checked the noticeboard at work, she had to do a double take. Since when did they need to have a health screening at work? She wasn't one to complain though. She managed to get herself to a stopping point, and she click clacked her way over to the lounge that was noted.

As she walked in, she saw that it seemed to be busy. Merlin... she had piles of paperwork that she needed to go through. The last thing she needed was to fall behind because of some silly health screening. Her blood pressure would not be a good thing to test right now.

Did appointments even matter? Because they sure did seem busy in here. Ainsley was a very organized person, and what they had going on right now was starting to give her anxiety.

Expecto-Penguin 08-06-2014 12:46 AM

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Originally Posted by Ravaora Silverkin (Post 11646382)
It didn't take long for Ravaora to see this one was lost. Looking but not truly SEEING. That would explain why she was flipping through the book as if she'd lost her shadow in the pages--had she? There was a disease with that one written all over it. As she approached, she cleared her throat so as not to alarm the young woman then cause mass panic within the room and have everyone throwing desks and chairs. Those were horrible times. "No need to check the book. I'd rather you come with me right now. This clearly can't wait." And what was numerical order anyway when you were tending to the DYING??

As Jasmine was looking through the list, as she looked up she noticed a women was coming towards her. Good thing she looked up, she would have scared her. "Hello..." she greeted but then she was asked to come with her right now. She gave her a perplexed look and followed her. She wasn't sick or anything. She hope she didn't give off a bad impression.

Wandastian Epitaph 08-06-2014 01:20 AM

SPOILER!!: Govoni
[QUOTE=Govoni;11646780]
"Yes, Wizarding University." Writing down a few more general things (to appear like he was actually doing his job), Anthony smiled. "Clearly getting out was smart, yes? I think someone slipped something into the water."......It probably wasn't the smartest thing to do, making those types of comments.....but Merlin, if it wasn't true enough.

The liquid courage was running it's course.

"As I mentioned before, I'll simply be asking a series of questions."...to reiterate the general timeline of the evaluation. No, the DH had absolutely no idea what Silverkin was going to be asking or what she was going to do, even...but this was how he was preferring to roll.

"How's your diet? Your sleep pattern? Do you get enough hours in the night to feel properly rested the next morning? Do you consume adult beverages?"

...Just to name a few. All the while, Anthony glanced between her opened file and her face, trying to appear more serious than he had been before. Ms. Pennifold didn't need to know they were clearly UNDER ATTACK here.


"Just follow me back. Let's be quick...." Seriously, Mr. Mora didn't want to be subjected to that; mentally waving a hand in the Silverkin woman's direction.

"Make yourself comfortable. We'll begin shortly..." Merlin, did she have to be so LOUD?!

SPOILER!!: Aron, Serman, and the St. Mungo's Nutter!

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Originally Posted by Ravaora Silverkin (Post 11646729)
SPOILER!!: Mr. Wheelchair and his defender




Was he playing dumb? In denial? Unsure what she meant? Perhaps Ravaora would have to speak as slowly to him as she did a few patience that had earlier appointments. How wide spread was this epidemic and which one were they spreading?? So fascinating yet tragic. The bodies would begin piling up if she didn't get to work. "The stress, Love. Get rid of aaaalll that anxiety. Feel your muscles loosening." And on that note, why was he not following?

Hmm, clearly it was a cerebral malfunction. He truly wasn't processing a thing she said, was he. Parasites in the brain, most likely or the stress eating away at the neurons--

HANG ON!! "No no no." Ravaora clutched tightly to the handles of the elderly man's wheelchair. "This one is gravely ill, knocking on death's door and will be seeing no one but ME. How long has he been unable to walk?" She turned to old man and spoke exaggeratedly slow once more. "It. Is. Alright. SIR." In case he was hard of hearing too. "We'll get you walking again in NO TIME." No walking meant a muscular problem obviously brought on from a lack of exercise and poor diet. They'd get this one up and about in no time. Ravaora began wheeling him toward the room, no time for protests. "And I suggest you come too unless you want to drop dead." Unless he diiiiiiiiid. DID HE???? Clearly OOPS struck again.

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Originally Posted by Ravaora Silverkin (Post 11646729)
Anthony violently cringed at the St. Mungo's Healer's....everything, actually. He was cringing at everything. Merlin, help them all.

He'd been in the process of approaching Mr. Serman Clark, a man that was rather well known around the Ministry...but that woman, and he used the term loosely, had struck again.

It was ENDLESSLY frustrating...having NO SAY in the going-ons of his own area of interest. Anything health related fell to him and HIS team....AND ARON. She was...He didn't....And Emily...

"I believe I need a break."...because violence. He wanted to perform violence.


"Unfortunately, Healer Cresswell, a break is simply not feasible at the current time." Wandastian had materialized in the technology lounge, a gigantic notepad in hand. What exactly was on said notepad would remain a mystery, as he proceeded towards his St. Mungo's coworker.

SPOILER!!: DinosaursOnASpaceship
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Originally Posted by DinosaursOnASpaceship (Post 11646820)
Jameson peaked around the corner. Was this the place Cresswell wanted him? Jamie scratched his head. He slide out in the lounge area and blinked at all the people there. Was it a party? IT BETTER BE! Jamie loved parties. He loved dancing at parties. Jamie cocked his head to the side, this was no party but what was it and he was in the right place, yeah? Jameson shrugged and looked around. Soooo, could he take a seat? Jamie had no idea what to do for the first time in a long time. These healers from Mungo's were all up in his grill. Jamie found a free seat and sat down. This was strange. Was he in a muggle doctor's office? Mhm.


"Healer Carmichael! How lovely to see you found your way!"...and not disappearing into whichever break room or relaxation room...All these unnecessary break rooms, to have a private moment with your lady friend.

Ordinarily, human interaction and relationships went way over his head, but the manner in which Ms. Smith had grasped the young Healer's hand spoke volumes to Wandy.

Relationships in the workplace were generally frowned upon at St. Mungo's...

SPOILER!!: TakemetotheBurrow
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Originally Posted by TakemetotheBurrow (Post 11646757)
Harmony simply didn't see what the other Department Heads were up in arms about. Surely they cared about the health of their employees and as a woman who could see auras, the red head could vouch for the fact that many of the people in this building were stressed out. Poor dears. If only her love of laughter yoga and fresh hummus was shared by all. It did wonders for her health!

Sauntering into the technology lounge, the creature-crazy woman looked around and smiled. She then approached the table and cleared her throat.

"Helloooo! Department Head Harmony Skylark reporting for an examination!"


Oh, one of the women he'd wanted to see! How lovely! Simply marvelous!

"Department Head Skylark, when you have a moment, I'd like to meet with you in your office. Privately." There was an itinerary forming in his mind and on his notepad. Fortunately, he had high hopes for Ms. Skylark and her very zen aura.

She exuded the calm. Wandy hoped she'd be of service because of it.

SPOILER!!: PhoenixStar
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Originally Posted by PhoenixStar (Post 11646855)
When Ainsley checked the noticeboard at work, she had to do a double take. Since when did they need to have a health screening at work? She wasn't one to complain though. She managed to get herself to a stopping point, and she click clacked her way over to the lounge that was noted.

As she walked in, she saw that it seemed to be busy. Merlin... she had piles of paperwork that she needed to go through. The last thing she needed was to fall behind because of some silly health screening. Her blood pressure would not be a good thing to test right now.

Did appointments even matter? Because they sure did seem busy in here. Ainsley was a very organized person, and what they had going on right now was starting to give her anxiety.


He'd been about to poke the lovely Ms. Ravaora when a young woman appeared for her examination. Oh, it pleased Wandastian greatly that the Ministry population had chosen to treat these checks with the seriousness they deserved.

There was HOPE yet! THEY COULD BE SAVED.

...Especially this desperately anxious woman. He could SEE the CRAZED LOOK IN HER EYE. She was about to have an episode. How DANGEROUS?! "Ma'am, please!" He pulled a potion from his robes pocket quickly, examining the pale purple contents. "This will calm you down. Take it immediately."

Save LIVES. Save YOURSELF.

SPOILER!!: Ravaora Silverkin
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Originally Posted by Ravaora Silverkin (Post 11646729)
SPOILER!!: Mr. Wheelchair and his defender




Was he playing dumb? In denial? Unsure what she meant? Perhaps Ravaora would have to speak as slowly to him as she did a few patience that had earlier appointments. How wide spread was this epidemic and which one were they spreading?? So fascinating yet tragic. The bodies would begin piling up if she didn't get to work. "The stress, Love. Get rid of aaaalll that anxiety. Feel your muscles loosening." And on that note, why was he not following?

Hmm, clearly it was a cerebral malfunction. He truly wasn't processing a thing she said, was he. Parasites in the brain, most likely or the stress eating away at the neurons--

HANG ON!! "No no no." Ravaora clutched tightly to the handles of the elderly man's wheelchair. "This one is gravely ill, knocking on death's door and will be seeing no one but ME. How long has he been unable to walk?" She turned to old man and spoke exaggeratedly slow once more. "It. Is. Alright. SIR." In case he was hard of hearing too. "We'll get you walking again in NO TIME." No walking meant a muscular problem obviously brought on from a lack of exercise and poor diet. They'd get this one up and about in no time. Ravaora began wheeling him toward the room, no time for protests. "And I suggest you come too unless you want to drop dead." Unless he diiiiiiiiid. DID HE???? Clearly OOPS struck again.



Was that an involuntary tick? Was it? Ravaora noticed the wincing and knew immediately that this man's nervous system was failing. Pretty soon he'd be in a wheelchair too or carted off to St. Mungo's if they caught it quickly enough. This was even more serious than she thought--no, than she DARED to imagine.

"Repetitive speech with the use of 'whoa' twice." Had he already forgotten he'd uttered it? An advanced stage of the disease. Merlin's beard help them all if he got into the wider public. His sudden draw back had her eyeing him even more seriously. "Afraid of contact as well...." She muttered, drawing on little ideas here and there as to what would definitively be the cause of his melt down.

"And rambling." She noted as they got into the room. Offering explanations where there need not be any. The dark circles under his eyes as well......"How well are you sleeping?" And while she asked she reached for the closet thing on her table and hurled it at him. Just like that. Throwing missiles.



Minister's Office, Level 1, central point of the chaos she was willing to bet. That was where decrees came from, such a STRESSFUL job it was and it would break most people, in fact, it had broken this man right here. His internal self was long shattered but he did not know. What a shame in life this was.

"Yes, I'll be seeing you right now. Please step into the room. Have no fear, we've seen worse cases than your own. In no time we should have you fixed, just have to pinpoint what's wrong first."

Because something was wrong, did he know? DID HE KNOW HE WAS DYING???



Such. Short. Sentences.

Ravaora walked right up to this one, giving her a once over. Short sentences could only mean 10 things and one by one she would figure out what! Could be anything from too much sugar to a brain degenerating disease that was slowly ruining speech function. Tut tut, the woman might find it a little harder to fulfil her tasks if she could hardly give directions. "Emily Browne, yes? Department Head? Those have priority, step right this way Ma'am." Toward the room where your fate would be sealed.

She had caught her looking around earlier as well. Possibly feeling trapped, like the walls were closing in--or a fear of people, yes! It made sense! The short sentences too in an effort to be done with it. This woman had been scarred. It was heart breakingly tragic at the very least and the healer took the woman's hands in hers. "We will help you get through this. I promise you we're the best at what we do. You will be a new woman." Now chop chop the reformation needed to begin and it couldn't without a diagnosis!



Why was she looking at her like that? With those craaaazy eyes. It was setting in, wasn't it? Perhaps this one would need restraints while they got the evaluations done...just in case. "We will be here all day." Ravaora commented idly as she began patting at the woman's cheeks. "And will continue to be here until you are all healed and reformed." She sighed heavily, lowering her hands again. "It's just as I thought. Your face is changing colour. We'll need to prescribe you something for it." True. It was all red now. Would she need a mirror?

The healer reached for the clipboard across from her and began scribbling. "Denial as well..." She muttered as she scribbled. "But yes, I like your enthusiasm. You will not die so long as we are here! Now tell me, how have you been feeling lately? Stressed? Over worked? Under paid? Unfulfilled? Hmmmmm?" Leaning closer she pulled an eyelid down to check. It wasn't green. Huh. That ruled that out.



The nonchalance on this one was a telling sign, oh yes it was. He didn't understand the grave nature of this situation. He wasn't comprehending or perhaps he simply didn't know what was going on. The man had said his name, he knew that much but the healer had her doubts.

"I do believe you have an appointment yes, please come with me and we can have you sorted out." And poked and prodded and anything else she saw fit.

The examination room was all hers.



STARE.

Was this one stress reading?

Ravaora had seen that condition before. The woman was scared before her wits, terrified of what she would find out today and for that reason she was choosing to read. But what was it? What could possibly make people so utterly terrified that they would revert to witch weekly of all things??? Terrible thing this was and she would have to act fast.

"I'm afraid the situation is worst than your reading will be able to handle." She tsked as if disappointedly in life and all of this woman's choices. "Nothing to be done about that now though. You'll have to come with me and we'll see what we can find--pray to merlin we've caught it in time."


"Ravaora, when you have a moment..." The lovely Ms. Silverkin was doing a wonderful job with these Ministry workers. Her influence and dedicated was a TRUE inspiration.

Perhaps he'd suggest a raise...

Hera 08-06-2014 01:26 AM

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Originally Posted by Ravaora Silverkin (Post 11646729)


Such. Short. Sentences.

Ravaora walked right up to this one, giving her a once over. Short sentences could only mean 10 things and one by one she would figure out what! Could be anything from too much sugar to a brain degenerating disease that was slowly ruining speech function. Tut tut, the woman might find it a little harder to fulfil her tasks if she could hardly give directions. "Emily Browne, yes? Department Head? Those have priority, step right this way Ma'am." Toward the room where your fate would be sealed.

She had caught her looking around earlier as well. Possibly feeling trapped, like the walls were closing in--or a fear of people, yes! It made sense! The short sentences too in an effort to be done with it. This woman had been scarred. It was heart breakingly tragic at the very least and the healer took the woman's hands in hers. "We will help you get through this. I promise you we're the best at what we do. You will be a new woman." Now chop chop the reformation needed to begin and it couldn't without a diagnosis!

And look at that, people knew who she was... and seemed to care. "Correct," she replied simply, following the short haired woman. With red red red lips. Red lips were unfathomably annoying, but it wasn't her place to say anything, so she would ignore it, her distaste masked in an expression of boredom. "Will this take long? I have a department to run," she mused as she stepped into the room she was escorted to. Go figure, while she visited level one frequently, the technology lab and this area in general, remained a mystery to her.

It was only as the woman took her hands in hers that Emily suddenly realised what she had done. She had willingly - more or less - subjected herself to an evaluation of her health, conducted by a nutjob. Excellent work Browne, you sure know how to find them. "I assure you I don't need your help, no renewal necessary." She pulled her hands out of the woman's grasp, all touchy feely as she was. Disgusting. Just... get this over with. Stick her with whatever, and she'd jump through their obstacles, play mind games too if it came to that, but for Circe's sake, get on with it. "Do you need me to sit?" Stand? What?

PhoenixRising 08-06-2014 01:35 AM

SPOILER!!: Ravaora & Tancred
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Originally Posted by Ravaora Silverkin (Post 11646176)
Oh oh OH?????

Now she was feeling her own temperature too? Could she have been just as suspicious as to what it was she had? Must have been. Circe help them all, but she didn't have a fever so less to worry about. The Healer did pick up on the tone and in response leaned reeeeeeally close to the woman who was withdrawn--it must have been trauma!!!!!! Was she traumatized?? No doubt from the recent events within the Ministry.

"I'm afraid this can't wait. No time for silly questions." What was it to her what was in her palm, hmmmmmmm? "You'll have to come with me so we can get you examined and back into tip top working shape...otherwise we might have to have you institutionalized for the crazies."

Suspicious people were crazy. Fact.

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Originally Posted by Zoe (Post 11646257)
So the woman thought that all of this was a conspiracy, eh? The theory sounded a bit odd to Tancred, but he had heard and seen stranger things before. He shrugged at her and replied, "I don't know. This whole health evaluation thing does seem odd. But what would be the point of using it as a distraction while someone searched through the whole Ministry? I mean, wouldn't it be easier to just send us all home for the day?" If something fishy was going on though, he would bet it had to do with Mysteries.

He was about to say that this evaluation stuff was probably not that big of a deal. Probably just a random check-up to make sure everyone was healthy. After all, the two of them looked healthy enough to be in a working environment. However, the same couldn't be said for everyone else in the Ministry.

Out of the blue, a woman healer then came by and started touching foreheads ... and then his face. This wasn't part of the examination, right? Why were her hands still holding onto his face? Should she have let go by now? And what was she going on about a dictionary for?

Tancred just stared. Everything was going to be alright? Oookay then. "Yes, I have an appointment," he told her. He wouldn't be here if he could get away with it. "And I am feeling well. But I am afraid I won't be able to tell you how many fingers you're holding up with your hands on my face." Were they sure it was the Ministry employees that needed to be evaluated? He wasn't a healer by any means, but he was positive a certain someone had escaped a long-term residence ward.



WHAT even was all that about? Alex couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at this woman, something no doubt she would probably pick up on and accuse her of having some other disorder. Did she just call her crazy? She smiled at that. Honestly, did the woman fail to see that she was already working in an institution where crazy was a job requirement. She did find herself leaning back though when the 'healer' leaned in waaaaayyyyyy close to her. Personal space. Professionalism. Honestly.

She gave an apologetic smile towards her floormate though when he replied back about it being easier to send them all home for the day. Did he not see though? Sending them all home for the day without reason would be cause for suspicion. BUT if they sent them all to St Mungos for 'care' well there wouldn't be anything they could do about it. Nonetheless she gave her floormate a 'we'll talk later' look, as she turned obediently toward the 'healer' and followed her into the examination room.

"Sorry to interrupt your examination process, but I am in working shape and haven't had any issues." So she was healthy, really.



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Originally Posted by lemon (Post 11646389)
This lounge was an unfamiliar place to Sherman, seeing as he'd had no reason to come here before and couldn't bother the trouble with his wheelchair. He was a bit late, what with having to navigate new territory with his rolling seat and whatnot. But surely it wouldn't matter?

He wasn't actually sure what all the ruckus was about, just that it was mandatory. And that meant show up or he'd get in trouble. Somehow.

So there he was. His turn now?

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Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie (Post 11646453)

Oh for the love of gardenia. RUN SHERMAN. Only the old man couldn't really do that so it was more like ROLL SHERMAN.

"Actually, this gentleman and myself have our appointments set with Mr. Cresswell."

On her way into the examination room she did catch sight of an old co-worker of hers from when she worked down in Department of Mysteries. Oh, Sherman, she didn't know he was still working here! Alex made a mental note to catch up with him soon - after the health evaluation, that is. Him and Evelyn too.

Cassirin 08-06-2014 02:32 AM

This was terrible and awful and stupid, and Genevieve Branxton was having none of it. If her Boss Lady hadn't made it mandatory, she wouldn't have darkened the doorway of this particular... place. It was a weird place, actually, and she would normally have enjoyed exploring it.

Unless exploration was mandatory, in which case, Genevieve was cross. Super cross.

So her name went in the book and then she took up the whole couch for herself. No sharing.

lemon 08-06-2014 02:37 AM

Text Cut: What... is.. this?
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Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie (Post 11646453)
Oh for the love of gardenia. RUN SHERMAN. Only the old man couldn't really do that so it was more like ROLL SHERMAN.

"Actually, this gentleman and myself have our appointments set with Mr. Cresswell."

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Originally Posted by Ravaora Silverkin (Post 11646729)
Was he playing dumb? In denial? Unsure what she meant? Perhaps Ravaora would have to speak as slowly to him as she did a few patience that had earlier appointments. How wide spread was this epidemic and which one were they spreading?? So fascinating yet tragic. The bodies would begin piling up if she didn't get to work. "The stress, Love. Get rid of aaaalll that anxiety. Feel your muscles loosening." And on that note, why was he not following?

Hmm, clearly it was a cerebral malfunction. He truly wasn't processing a thing she said, was he. Parasites in the brain, most likely or the stress eating away at the neurons--

HANG ON!! "No no no." Ravaora clutched tightly to the handles of the elderly man's wheelchair. "This one is gravely ill, knocking on death's door and will be seeing no one but ME. How long has he been unable to walk?" She turned to old man and spoke exaggeratedly slow once more. "It. Is. Alright. SIR." In case he was hard of hearing too. "We'll get you walking again in NO TIME." No walking meant a muscular problem obviously brought on from a lack of exercise and poor diet. They'd get this one up and about in no time. Ravaora began wheeling him toward the room, no time for protests. "And I suggest you come too unless you want to drop dead." Unless he diiiiiiiiid. DID HE???? Clearly OOPS struck again.


Oh, there was his boss! Hi boss! Sherman perked up and WAVED.

Wait... Mr. Cresswell? Another Department Head? But he hadn't even worn his GOOD tie today.

The elderly man's attention had been completely focused on his superior, and he'd not even noticed that the healer lady had been observing him until she grabbed onto the handles of his seat. Um..... why was she....? Gravely ill? Death's door? Err.... what was...?

"Where am I going?" Where was she TAKING him? Sherman's eyes widened to the size of saucers. "I... I can walk, ma'am! With a cane! I... I have a cane!" It was right there, sticking out of the compartment that held it in the back of his wheelchair.

Was this woman sane? Aron. SAVE him. Merlin.

Grrr..Meow 08-06-2014 02:39 AM

Anthony
 
SPOILER!!: Anthony
[QUOTE=Govoni;11646780]
"Yes, Wizarding University." Writing down a few more general things (to appear like he was actually doing his job), Anthony smiled. "Clearly getting out was smart, yes? I think someone slipped something into the water."......It probably wasn't the smartest thing to do, making those types of comments.....but Merlin, if it wasn't true enough.

The liquid courage was running it's course.

"As I mentioned before, I'll simply be asking a series of questions."...to reiterate the general timeline of the evaluation. No, the DH had absolutely no idea what Silverkin was going to be asking or what she was going to do, even...but this was how he was preferring to roll.

"How's your diet? Your sleep pattern? Do you get enough hours in the night to feel properly rested the next morning? Do you consume adult beverages?"

...Just to name a few. All the while, Anthony glanced between her opened file and her face, trying to appear more serious than he had been before. Ms. Pennifold didn't need to know they were clearly UNDER ATTACK here.


"Just follow me back. Let's be quick...." Seriously, Mr. Mora didn't want to be subjected to that; mentally waving a hand in the Silverkin woman's direction.

"Make yourself comfortable. We'll begin shortly..." Merlin, did she have to be so LOUD?!

SPOILER!!: Aron, Serman, and the St. Mungo's Nutter!

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Originally Posted by Ravaora Silverkin (Post 11646729)
SPOILER!!: Mr. Wheelchair and his defender




Was he playing dumb? In denial? Unsure what she meant? Perhaps Ravaora would have to speak as slowly to him as she did a few patience that had earlier appointments. How wide spread was this epidemic and which one were they spreading?? So fascinating yet tragic. The bodies would begin piling up if she didn't get to work. "The stress, Love. Get rid of aaaalll that anxiety. Feel your muscles loosening." And on that note, why was he not following?

Hmm, clearly it was a cerebral malfunction. He truly wasn't processing a thing she said, was he. Parasites in the brain, most likely or the stress eating away at the neurons--

HANG ON!! "No no no." Ravaora clutched tightly to the handles of the elderly man's wheelchair. "This one is gravely ill, knocking on death's door and will be seeing no one but ME. How long has he been unable to walk?" She turned to old man and spoke exaggeratedly slow once more. "It. Is. Alright. SIR." In case he was hard of hearing too. "We'll get you walking again in NO TIME." No walking meant a muscular problem obviously brought on from a lack of exercise and poor diet. They'd get this one up and about in no time. Ravaora began wheeling him toward the room, no time for protests. "And I suggest you come too unless you want to drop dead." Unless he diiiiiiiiid. DID HE???? Clearly OOPS struck again.

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Originally Posted by Ravaora Silverkin (Post 11646729)
Anthony violently cringed at the St. Mungo's Healer's....everything, actually. He was cringing at everything. Merlin, help them all.

He'd been in the process of approaching Mr. Serman Clark, a man that was rather well known around the Ministry...but that woman, and he used the term loosely, had struck again.

It was ENDLESSLY frustrating...having NO SAY in the going-ons of his own area of interest. Anything health related fell to him and HIS team....AND ARON. She was...He didn't....And Emily...

"I believe I need a break."...because violence. He wanted to perform violence.



"oh sure thing" he followed the man right away as he took a seat and got comfortable. "so how does this all work?" he asked the man, wondering if they would just be starting right away or was there something else that he needed to do before they started.

Loranys Lilyfield 08-06-2014 02:57 AM

Stretcher carrying Mr. Hottie McHotter (BanaBatGirl) floating behind her, Loranys FRANTICALLY kicked open the door to the technology lounge with her heels and let out a shrill banshee shriek for her bestest friend in the WHOLE WIDE WORLD.

"RAVAORA! Ravaora I need your assistance at ONCE. This is an emergency! This man is suffering from O.O.P.S, pruritusism, zuccherotosis, AND loquentes ieiuniumtis!"

And let's not even get started on his nutrition and choice of pet.

Hey Ju 08-06-2014 03:07 AM

...............Good Merlin. Why? Why???

Derek hadn't been ill in ages, but he was almost feeling sick that very moment as he approached the Technology Lounge, because he knew there will be millions of people there. That was bad news... his face probably had the slightest shade of green. Merlin, help him.

He entered the area and yep, he had been right. Millions of people. Ugh..... he felt nauseated simply because he was standing there. He tried his best to go unnoticed by the majority of people there. Uh... did he need to let anyone know he was there for the appointment, though? He hoped not. Although it'd be worse if people yelled his name across the room and everybody turned around to stare at him as he walked towards the room. Oh, Merlin, who had come up with this terrible idea?

The lab technician pretty much dragged himself up to the book in the centre and checked if his name was on it. It was. He could take a seat then, right? A woman came in screaming right before he could move, though, and Derek basically jumped out of his skin.

Merlin, this was horrible.

BanaBatGirl 08-06-2014 03:47 AM

SPOILER!!: The Crazy Loranys
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Originally Posted by Loranys Lilyfield (Post 11646946)
Frowning playfully at him when he selected his name for her of choice (it's alright there baby boo. She knows you are just afraid of commitment) she gently pushed him back so he could lie down on the stretcher.

"OOOOOOOOOH MY MEEEEEEEEERLIN. You have a SERIOUS case of loquentes ieiuniumtis as well," she lamented. She quickly pulled some gauze from her kit and tied it around his head to cover his mouth and prevent further rambling. Poor dear had NO clue how poorly he was handling his stress levels. He was just SO lucky she was here for him. ALWAYS here for him. "Now don't you worry about a THING," she assured as she began strapping him down to the stretcher. It was too dangerous for him to be able to move. "I am taking you to the Technology Lounge and insisting that your examination be moved up. You just lay there and look handsome. Nyahahahahahaha."

With another flick of her wand, she levitated the stretcher and began walking backwards out of the food court. She tripped up on a chair and table here and there, which made the stretcher suddenly drop a few inches, but she would neeeeeeeever let him fall.

She would have to speak with her colleagues about whether or not a crup was a suitable companion for a man suffering from SO many things. All in due time, of course.

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Originally Posted by Loranys Lilyfield (Post 11646951)
Stretcher carrying Mr. Hottie McHotter (BanaBatGirl) floating behind her, Loranys FRANTICALLY kicked open the door to the technology lounge with her heels and let out a shrill banshee shriek for her bestest friend in the WHOLE WIDE WORLD.

"RAVAORA! Ravaora I need your assistance at ONCE. This is an emergency! This man is suffering from O.O.P.S, pruritusism, zuccherotosis, AND loquentes ieiuniumtis!"

And let's not even get started on his nutrition and choice of pet.



For the LOVE of CIRCE......! William had NOT just been STRAPPED DOWN and SILENCED by this woman! Wasn't she here to save his life, not PREVENT AIR from getting to his nose and mouth!!!

He was really starting to panic now, with all these additional diagnoses and the "Healer" screaming for a Ravanora. What was that even?! Some kind of potion?!! WAS SHE GOING TO KILL HIM?!!! WAS SHE ONE OF THOSE "Death Angel" HEALERS?!?!?!!!!!!!

"Haaaaaaaallllllllllllllllllllllllllpppppppppppppp pppppppppp," William did his best to moan from the stretcher. Somebody, anybody! He could barely even turn his head to see who all was IN this technology center!!!!

MudInMyBlood 08-06-2014 04:18 AM

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Originally Posted by Wandastian Epitaph (Post 11646901)


He'd been about to poke the lovely Ms. Ravaora when a young woman appeared for her examination. Oh, it pleased Wandastian greatly that the Ministry population had chosen to treat these checks with the seriousness they deserved.

There was HOPE yet! THEY COULD BE SAVED.

...Especially this desperately anxious woman. He could SEE the CRAZED LOOK IN HER EYE. She was about to have an episode. How DANGEROUS?! "Ma'am, please!" He pulled a potion from his robes pocket quickly, examining the pale purple contents. "This will calm you down. Take it immediately."

Save LIVES. Save YOURSELF.

Who exactly was this man talking to? Ainsley looked around to see if somebody was waiting on a potion. When nobody stepped up to claim the bottle, she realized that it was meant for her. She just stared at the man for a moment. "How very sweet of you."But how did he know that she needed to calm down? Normally Ainsley was super laid back and didn't cause any waves, but the stress of her job was getting to her lately. "And this is what exactly, my dear?" Her eye started to twitch.

She wasn't up for just blindly taking something. What if she was allergic to an ingredient? Shouldn't there be some kind of screening before you went and gave random people potions? Ainsley was skeptical. The blonde thought this whole health screen was fishy.

sweetpinkpixie 08-06-2014 05:11 AM

too much going on *___* *just focused on you two*
 
SPOILER!!: Sherman and..........you -_____-
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Originally Posted by Ravaora Silverkin (Post 11646729)
SPOILER!!: Mr. Wheelchair and his defender




Was he playing dumb? In denial? Unsure what she meant? Perhaps Ravaora would have to speak as slowly to him as she did a few patience that had earlier appointments. How wide spread was this epidemic and which one were they spreading?? So fascinating yet tragic. The bodies would begin piling up if she didn't get to work. "The stress, Love. Get rid of aaaalll that anxiety. Feel your muscles loosening." And on that note, why was he not following?

Hmm, clearly it was a cerebral malfunction. He truly wasn't processing a thing she said, was he. Parasites in the brain, most likely or the stress eating away at the neurons--

HANG ON!! "No no no." Ravaora clutched tightly to the handles of the elderly man's wheelchair. "This one is gravely ill, knocking on death's door and will be seeing no one but ME. How long has he been unable to walk?" She turned to old man and spoke exaggeratedly slow once more. "It. Is. Alright. SIR." In case he was hard of hearing too. "We'll get you walking again in NO TIME." No walking meant a muscular problem obviously brought on from a lack of exercise and poor diet. They'd get this one up and about in no time. Ravaora began wheeling him toward the room, no time for protests. "And I suggest you come too unless you want to drop dead." Unless he diiiiiiiiid. DID HE???? Clearly OOPS struck again.



Was that an involuntary tick? Was it? Ravaora noticed the wincing and knew immediately that this man's nervous system was failing. Pretty soon he'd be in a wheelchair too or carted off to St. Mungo's if they caught it quickly enough. This was even more serious than she thought--no, than she DARED to imagine.

"Repetitive speech with the use of 'whoa' twice." Had he already forgotten he'd uttered it? An advanced stage of the disease. Merlin's beard help them all if he got into the wider public. His sudden draw back had her eyeing him even more seriously. "Afraid of contact as well...." She muttered, drawing on little ideas here and there as to what would definitively be the cause of his melt down.

"And rambling." She noted as they got into the room. Offering explanations where there need not be any. The dark circles under his eyes as well......"How well are you sleeping?" And while she asked she reached for the closet thing on her table and hurled it at him. Just like that. Throwing missiles.



Minister's Office, Level 1, central point of the chaos she was willing to bet. That was where decrees came from, such a STRESSFUL job it was and it would break most people, in fact, it had broken this man right here. His internal self was long shattered but he did not know. What a shame in life this was.

"Yes, I'll be seeing you right now. Please step into the room. Have no fear, we've seen worse cases than your own. In no time we should have you fixed, just have to pinpoint what's wrong first."

Because something was wrong, did he know? DID HE KNOW HE WAS DYING???



Such. Short. Sentences.

Ravaora walked right up to this one, giving her a once over. Short sentences could only mean 10 things and one by one she would figure out what! Could be anything from too much sugar to a brain degenerating disease that was slowly ruining speech function. Tut tut, the woman might find it a little harder to fulfil her tasks if she could hardly give directions. "Emily Browne, yes? Department Head? Those have priority, step right this way Ma'am." Toward the room where your fate would be sealed.

She had caught her looking around earlier as well. Possibly feeling trapped, like the walls were closing in--or a fear of people, yes! It made sense! The short sentences too in an effort to be done with it. This woman had been scarred. It was heart breakingly tragic at the very least and the healer took the woman's hands in hers. "We will help you get through this. I promise you we're the best at what we do. You will be a new woman." Now chop chop the reformation needed to begin and it couldn't without a diagnosis!



Why was she looking at her like that? With those craaaazy eyes. It was setting in, wasn't it? Perhaps this one would need restraints while they got the evaluations done...just in case. "We will be here all day." Ravaora commented idly as she began patting at the woman's cheeks. "And will continue to be here until you are all healed and reformed." She sighed heavily, lowering her hands again. "It's just as I thought. Your face is changing colour. We'll need to prescribe you something for it." True. It was all red now. Would she need a mirror?

The healer reached for the clipboard across from her and began scribbling. "Denial as well..." She muttered as she scribbled. "But yes, I like your enthusiasm. You will not die so long as we are here! Now tell me, how have you been feeling lately? Stressed? Over worked? Under paid? Unfulfilled? Hmmmmm?" Leaning closer she pulled an eyelid down to check. It wasn't green. Huh. That ruled that out.



The nonchalance on this one was a telling sign, oh yes it was. He didn't understand the grave nature of this situation. He wasn't comprehending or perhaps he simply didn't know what was going on. The man had said his name, he knew that much but the healer had her doubts.

"I do believe you have an appointment yes, please come with me and we can have you sorted out." And poked and prodded and anything else she saw fit.

The examination room was all hers.



STARE.

Was this one stress reading?

Ravaora had seen that condition before. The woman was scared before her wits, terrified of what she would find out today and for that reason she was choosing to read. But what was it? What could possibly make people so utterly terrified that they would revert to witch weekly of all things??? Terrible thing this was and she would have to act fast.

"I'm afraid the situation is worst than your reading will be able to handle." She tsked as if disappointedly in life and all of this woman's choices. "Nothing to be done about that now though. You'll have to come with me and we'll see what we can find--pray to merlin we've caught it in time."

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Originally Posted by lemon (Post 11646938)
Text Cut: What... is.. this?



Oh, there was his boss! Hi boss! Sherman perked up and WAVED.

Wait... Mr. Cresswell? Another Department Head? But he hadn't even worn his GOOD tie today.

The elderly man's attention had been completely focused on his superior, and he'd not even noticed that the healer lady had been observing him until she grabbed onto the handles of his seat. Um..... why was she....? Gravely ill? Death's door? Err.... what was...?

"Where am I going?" Where was she TAKING him? Sherman's eyes widened to the size of saucers. "I... I can walk, ma'am! With a cane! I... I have a cane!" It was right there, sticking out of the compartment that held it in the back of his wheelchair.

Was this woman sane? Aron. SAVE him. Merlin.


...................................right.

Was SHE aware that SHE was raising his stress levels? But he really didn't have time to think about himself as the woman had her sights set on poor Sherman and promising him to make miracles happen.

Surely someone like Sherman had...his own personal Healer for all this...

He moved to go between his employee and the woman, but she had already swiftly moved in herself and was already wheeling Sherman away. He could have tried to snatch the man back, but he didn't want this to turn into a game of Sherman tug-o-war. Instead he stood beside the old man and put a hand on his shoulder as he walked along side. "Don't worry Sherman, I'll, er, do my best to make sure she doesn't do something terrible to you..."

Ravaora Silverkin 08-06-2014 05:56 AM

*apologizes for lameness* Browser closed first time around T_T
 
SPOILER!!: Alysson
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Originally Posted by Lislchen (Post 11646750)
Oh...oh....oh....okay the examination had started apparently.

Alysson tried to keep as still as possible while the Healer slapped her patted her cheeks. All day. Well, at least they were only here for a day. That sounded reasonable. The next thing the woman said, however, didn't sound reasonable at all. Healed and reformed?? Turning her head slightly, Alysson reached up to rub her cheeks. That had hurt a little. It certainly hadn't been comfortable.

PRESCRIBE HER SOMETHING??????

"I don't feel sick." Her face had fallen and when she glanced back to the Healer, there was a rather helpless look on her face. "What's wrong with my face?" She looked around, clearly in search for a mirror. What color was it? Why? What did that mean? What was going on?

"Alright?" She was still looking for a mirror. Alysson forced herself to focus on the Healer again though. Questions. She should answer those. So she could get better. "No." She shook her head. "Everything's alright." More or less.



Oh dear sweet Merlin, Circe above, was the woman scratching?? She was! The way her hand moved across her cheek like that surely couldn't have been coincidence! Ravaora wracked her mind, trying to remember if this was contagious but of course it couldn't be or she would have been scratching too by now. The healer wagged her finger in reprimand. "Don't scratch it, Love, you'll only infect the area further." Then they would be in some serious trouble. Didn't want that, right?

She noted the disoriented look of the woman, like she was looking for something but there was nothing to be sought in this room. Sigh. It truly was setting in, wasn't it-- hdsfkvjf and that rambling she was doing!! Nevermind it had only been one question, it was one question too many!!!

"There is nothing wrong with your face that we cannot fix." Such a trooper she was, denying the inevitable in the face of death. It was almost sad. Tragic really. "But things are most certainly not alright. You have acute Pruritusism, confudosis and the beginnings of what can only be classified as Loquentes Ieiuniumtis categorized by scratching, disorientation and rambling respectively--NOT TO WORRY, we've seen worse cases." Ravaora reached for her clipboard and made a few jottings then thwacked a blue sticky post it on her forward followed by a purple. "There, now you can begin receiving the adequate help you need." Weren't colours FUN? "Any questions before you go?"

SPOILER!!: Simon
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Originally Posted by Holmesian Feline (Post 11646765)
Good...so he wasn't down here for no apparent reason only to find he didn't actually have an appointment. Not that Simon would have minded it getting lost, it would have been a perfect excuse to bow out of it altogether. Get back to actually working and doing his job. But alas, he was stuck with an appointment. Well the sooner he got this over with the sooner he could return to his rounds or paperwork, or anything else that crossed his path.

"Very well," he said, moving to follow her into the examination room. He would obey... for now.



The nonchalance was going nowhere with this one and she noticed it clung to his outer person even as he made his way behind her into the examination room. With a flick of her wand the door slammed shut forever at which point she gave him a once over. Still, this nonchalance...he might have been one of her most serious cases but he had no idea. Ravaora took a device and pressed it to his neck. "Normal heart rate..." Her hand smacked lightly against his cheek next. "Rough texture..."

Oh yes, she saw, she saw very clearly and it was no wonder she hadn't picked it up earlier. The Healer circled him once, given him another once over before, "How do you feel about clowns?--I need you to tell me a joke, Sir." Yes, got on it. Make her laugh, prove her wrong.

Or perhaps prove her right, there was an injection for everything afterall.

SPOILER!!: Anthony
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Originally Posted by Govoni (Post 11646780)

Anthony violently cringed at the St. Mungo's Healer's....everything, actually. He was cringing at everything. Merlin, help them all.

He'd been in the process of approaching Mr. Serman Clark, a man that was rather well known around the Ministry...but that woman, and he used the term loosely, had struck again.

It was ENDLESSLY frustrating...having NO SAY in the going-ons of his own area of interest. Anything health related fell to him and HIS team....AND ARON. She was...He didn't....And Emily...

"I believe I need a break."...because violence. He wanted to perform violence.



"A break you say? No better break than giving me the chance to get your check up underway. It won't take long and surely you know you can't check yourself." Professionals such as themselves were above that level of thinking so yes Mr. Cresswell, we'd LOVE to have a go at you.

So tense, he seemed and she already had a few conclusions she'd drawn on. Just needed him alone in a room with a couple prodding equipment and the truth would be uncovered in no time.

"Right this way if you will." But really he had no choice.

SPOILER!!: Ronnie
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Originally Posted by Ringo (Post 11646787)
Ronnie blinked. Before her brain dilapidated even further?! What was that supposed to mean? Ronnie felt completely fine, though...did she not look it? She took another glance at the woman once more, wondering what in Merlin's beard was up. Ah, oh well. She ought to follow her to find out, yeah?

Still extremely puzzled, the red head followed her into the examination room. She thought this would be a simple examination but now that the woman was all concerned for her, Ronnie felt it would be worse now and she wasn't looking forward to this whole thing.



And here the confused look persisted. If the young woman kept this up, Ravaora wouldn't need an entire check up to tell her what was wrong. This poor POOR dear. Still so young. She bet she hadn't had the opportunity to live her life to the fullest yet she was already losing brain function. What a cruel world they lived in inside this graveyard in disguise. That's all this place really was.

Better start out simple, speak slow enough so her brain could keep up. "Can you tell me what year the Mole People invaded New York City?" With the confused, you always needed to know how aware they were of current affairs. Perhaps the damage was not nearly as extensive. "And who is the current Minister for Magic....in Czechoslovakia?" Hmmmmm?

While she questioned, she prodded lightly at her arms, her face, her stomach. Just checking for nervous system responses, don't mind us.

SPOILER!!: Tiffany
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Originally Posted by ArianaBlack (Post 11646802)

Tiffany had finally made her ways to the BEST PART, 'which witch wore what'! It was only the most interesting section of the entire magazine- which was saying something because this entire magazine was brillllliant. She'd know.

But then. Of course. They always had to come when she was at her reading peak. Always. The brunette carefully marked the page with a single finger, making sure not to damage the page. Letting out a small sigh, she looked up to see that... Oh. Well this was an unfamiliar face, one of the healer's possibly?

Situation worse than reading can handle. What was this woman talking about? "This situation?" she questioned. No, there was nothing wrong with Tiffany Price, except for the fact that her work robes covered up her most fabulous outfit. But other than that, she was in perfect health and this check was only a routine thing, right? Like there wasn't anything seriously wrong with her... How else would she have gotten the job? Not in poor health that's how. The tsking was also something else. The brunette just raised a single brow as she safely tucked her magazine back into the designer purse as she walked behind the woman.

"Um..This is just a routine checkup, right?" She had nothing to worry about. Just possibly creepy healers who may want to touch her face and ruin her carefully applied makeup. That's it.



Did no one else SEE how slowly she put away her reading material?? Her motor function was decreasing. How tragic! Never to walk the lonely road again because she wouldn't be walking. Despite the decrease happening in the arms, everyone knew the legs would ultimately be the first to go. Perhaps one day while in those heels....those heels. "Why do you wear those?" Important question.

Ah but here they had another confused one as well. Asking an abundance of questions, rambling on as she did as if she couldn't help herself. The processes in her mind must have been going too fast!! DEFINITELY COULDN'T WAIT, NOPE, THIS ONE WAS A TICKING TIME BOMB.

"This situation, yes." Ravaora explained as she led her into the room. "You must first understand how serious this is. How long have you been rambling? Childhood? New found habit? Why do you think you do it?" Would her brain process all those? Perhaps she should have slowed down. Mid questioning she reached forward and flicked the woman in the head once....twice...thrice...what was the reaction time here?

SPOILER!!: Vic
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Originally Posted by Magical Soul (Post 11646823)
Oh that was it. Vic threw his arms up in the air as the lady continued to take every freaking flutter of his eyelids as a symptom! Definitely not professional. And now he was trapped in an exam room with her-- WHOA! A THING FLYING HIS WAY! Vic ducked. And stayed crouched there with the widest his eyes could ever go.

"What in Merlin's fluffy slippers are you doing?" He felt where his wand was inside his jacket and kept his hand there in case the lady had any other funny ideas. She was definitely going back to the mental section in St. Mungo's. He just needed to summon security without setting her off. Vic glanced around him, a can of some kind of powder would do. He just needed to write a S.O.S message.



Eeeeekkkkkkkk!!!!

Such rapid and uncontrolled limb motion!! Ravaora watched with a wide eyed fascination as the man's frustration built. Quick tempered. Easily irritated. Obviously stressed and in need of sedation--those reflexes........"You must be on edge." She started slowly as she made a slow advance toward him, syringe posed in hand. So tense this one. It was obvious what he had and becoming obvious of a second symptom as well. "Here, let me help you. This job can be so stressful." Sloooooowly drawing closer, syringe with green liquid inside that would make him HAPPY for a loooong time. "Come now Mr. Grumpykins."

WHOOOAAAA sound the alarm! He was BABBLING rubbish! "MERLIN DIDN'T HAVE FLUFFY SLIPPERS SIR!!!" See why this needle in hand was necessary? If he wasn't careful the one with yellow would be next.


SPOILER!!: Jasmine
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Originally Posted by Expecto-Penguin (Post 11646889)
As Jasmine was looking through the list, as she looked up she noticed a women was coming towards her. Good thing she looked up, she would have scared her. "Hello..." she greeted but then she was asked to come with her right now. She gave her a perplexed look and followed her. She wasn't sick or anything. She hope she didn't give off a bad impression.



Could she find the door? Would she have to lead the way? Because she would you know. Ravaora was here to HELP and if people within the Ministry were starting to lose their sight one was expected to be extra helpful. Not much of a talker she noted as well. Closing the door behind her she looked to the hesitant young woman--that was it, wasn't it?? The hesitancy, the uncertainty....Merlin why didn't she see this sooner. "How long have you been working here?" It could already be too late but she still had to TRY.

SPOILER!!: Wandastian
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Originally Posted by Wandastian Epitaph (Post 11646901)

"Ravaora, when you have a moment..." The lovely Ms. Silverkin was doing a wonderful job with these Ministry workers. Her influence and dedicated was a TRUE inspiration.

Perhaps he'd suggest a raise...



Just as she'd gotten through with another of the dying she heard her name above the hum and buzz of the room. Oh, Wandastian! The Healer smiled, making her way over. "I thought you'd be offering your assistance to those on the lower levels." Was it that they didn't trust the Healers at the Ministry? Absolutely.

"I like to think I've made excellent progress up here." As proven by all the people who now knew for a fact they were dying. They were most welcome. She was here to help.

SPOILER!!: Emily
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Originally Posted by Hera (Post 11646903)
And look at that, people knew who she was... and seemed to care. "Correct," she replied simply, following the short haired woman. With red red red lips. Red lips were unfathomably annoying, but it wasn't her place to say anything, so she would ignore it, her distaste masked in an expression of boredom. "Will this take long? I have a department to run," she mused as she stepped into the room she was escorted to. Go figure, while she visited level one frequently, the technology lab and this area in general, remained a mystery to her.

It was only as the woman took her hands in hers that Emily suddenly realised what she had done. She had willingly - more or less - subjected herself to an evaluation of her health, conducted by a nutjob. Excellent work Browne, you sure know how to find them. "I assure you I don't need your help, no renewal necessary." She pulled her hands out of the woman's grasp, all touchy feely as she was. Disgusting. Just... get this over with. Stick her with whatever, and she'd jump through their obstacles, play mind games too if it came to that, but for Circe's sake, get on with it. "Do you need me to sit?" Stand? What?



The short responses only continued despite Ravaora's BEST efforts to stir up a riveting conversation between the two. Such a shame it was, it seemed her speech function really was being run down to nothing. There might have been a shot for that...or a potion but they were hardly prepared for a case such as hers.

Aaaand she was a none toucher. "Fear of contact." She noted with a scribble to her board as she entered the room. While they were on this, for someone that didn't say much in any one go, she spoke a lot....rambled even...went off on tangents. Ravaora was lucky to keep up!!! Yessss, quite alarming to say the least. "Would you prefer to sit? Weak in the knees? How long has this problem persisted?" But by all means the woman could sit. It would make the injection go by easier if it came to that. Just a thought.

"How often do you come in contact with people?" Or did she run for the hills the moment it was initiated. Could be anything. Anything so just in case Ravaora began preparing a syringe. "This has been known to cure even the most dead of men." She promised, giving the needle a light flick. If your legs didn't want to wake, they obviously needed a waker upper.

"So, tell me, do you eat at the food court here?"

SPOILER!!: Alex
[QUOTE=PhoenixRising;11646913]
WHAT even was all that about? Alex couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at this woman, something no doubt she would probably pick up on and accuse her of having some other disorder. Did she just call her crazy? She smiled at that. Honestly, did the woman fail to see that she was already working in an institution where crazy was a job requirement. She did find herself leaning back though when the 'healer' leaned in waaaaayyyyyy close to her. Personal space. Professionalism. Honestly.

She gave an apologetic smile towards her floormate though when he replied back about it being easier to send them all home for the day. Did he not see though? Sending them all home for the day without reason would be cause for suspicion. BUT if they sent them all to St Mungos for 'care' well there wouldn't be anything they could do about it. Nonetheless she gave her floormate a 'we'll talk later' look, as she turned obediently toward the 'healer' and followed her into the examination room.

"Sorry to interrupt your examination process, but I am in working shape and haven't had any issues." So she was healthy, really.


Ravaora's radar was aaaallll over this one. The way she kept eyeing her, all the leaning away she was doing. Telling signs indeed and the moment she got back into the examination room she was taking notes. "Would you consider yourself suspicious of most things and most people? Hmmmm? Suspicious of me? Of this needle?" No worries, we won't be using it on you....unless of course...the woman became uncooperative, then they would run into some problems.

Interruption indeed. The Healer glanced up from the syringe and toward Miss Pushy. "Rambling as well....." Scribble scribble scribble. So much to discover with this one and so little time before she had to save yet another from dying. A Healer's work was never done, now was it?

"Would you say you get enough sleep in?"

SPOILER!!: Vivi
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Originally Posted by Cassirin (Post 11646936)
This was terrible and awful and stupid, and Genevieve Branxton was having none of it. If her Boss Lady hadn't made it mandatory, she wouldn't have darkened the doorway of this particular... place. It was a weird place, actually, and she would normally have enjoyed exploring it.

Unless exploration was mandatory, in which case, Genevieve was cross. Super cross.

So her name went in the book and then she took up the whole couch for herself. No sharing.



Wasn't this one a doll? Literally, such nice blonde hair and those cheek bones. Half plastic she was. Not safe for the environment at all--AND NOT SHARING. Why? That was the most important question as Ravaora walked over to the couch. If she had to guess, the young woman was a conspiracy theorist with the idea everyone in this room was infected and she was next. "You don't have to worry. I'm on YOUR side." The Healer whispered loudly, her hands cupped around her mouth and her tone slow as if the girl were either hard of hearing or hard of understanding. Had to get the message out.

"I'll need you to come with me. I can save you from the death chamber if you hurry." Otherwise Ravaora would dutifully turn out for the funeral. Once you met someone you couldn't just NOT attend, it was rude. [b]"Do you need a hand getting up?

Ah hah! Trick question! Bet she never saw that one coming.

SPOILER!!: *can feel the love*
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Originally Posted by lemon (Post 11646938)
Text Cut: What... is.. this?



Oh, there was his boss! Hi boss! Sherman perked up and WAVED.

Wait... Mr. Cresswell? Another Department Head? But he hadn't even worn his GOOD tie today.

The elderly man's attention had been completely focused on his superior, and he'd not even noticed that the healer lady had been observing him until she grabbed onto the handles of his seat. Um..... why was she....? Gravely ill? Death's door? Err.... what was...?

"Where am I going?" Where was she TAKING him? Sherman's eyes widened to the size of saucers. "I... I can walk, ma'am! With a cane! I... I have a cane!" It was right there, sticking out of the compartment that held it in the back of his wheelchair.

Was this woman sane? Aron. SAVE him. Merlin.

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Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie (Post 11646989)
SPOILER!!: Sherman and..........you -_____-


...................................right.

Was SHE aware that SHE was raising his stress levels? But he really didn't have time to think about himself as the woman had her sights set on poor Sherman and promising him to make miracles happen.

Surely someone like Sherman had...his own personal Healer for all this...

He moved to go between his employee and the woman, but she had already swiftly moved in herself and was already wheeling Sherman away. He could have tried to snatch the man back, but he didn't want this to turn into a game of Sherman tug-o-war. Instead he stood beside the old man and put a hand on his shoulder as he walked along side. "Don't worry Sherman, I'll, er, do my best to make sure she doesn't do something terrible to you..."



These two Protested FAR too much. Honestly, how did they expect her to do her job? She couldn't save lives if the lives were clinging to the reaper and telling her she may be excused and Ravaora would be damned if she let these two slip through her well manicured fingers. It simply wouldn't be happening on her watch...that...she left back in her office. Huh. Wow. Bad omen right there.

Once inside she turned first to the rambler. "You talk a lot, like A LOT. Classic sign Sweetheart but I know what to do in such a case." Without warning she stuck something in his ear, "Say 'ahhhhhh'" Walking around his chair, she skilfully ignored the walking cane the old man had been on about. If he used the cane, it wouldn't be HER bloody miracle now would it? "This stuttering, have you always had it? How do you feel about dying? Don't you think my job is important?" Sometimes...it was nice to feel appreciated while you worked.

Which brought her to the next one. Mr. Hero Complex. "You don't like being alone do you? It's why you INSISTED on coming in with Mr. Clarke here--it's okay, no need to explain. I understand. You've got deeply routed trust issues stemming from all the horrors you've seen in this place."

Her heart went out to him, with every beat she could feel his anguish and was right her with the sedating syringe once he took a seat because those arms, those muscle, rawr. Had to get a feel before he was a goner, you know?

SPOILER!!: Derek
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Originally Posted by Hey Ju (Post 11646955)
...............Good Merlin. Why? Why???

Derek hadn't been ill in ages, but he was almost feeling sick that very moment as he approached the Technology Lounge, because he knew there will be millions of people there. That was bad news... his face probably had the slightest shade of green. Merlin, help him.

He entered the area and yep, he had been right. Millions of people. Ugh..... he felt nauseated simply because he was standing there. He tried his best to go unnoticed by the majority of people there. Uh... did he need to let anyone know he was there for the appointment, though? He hoped not. Although it'd be worse if people yelled his name across the room and everybody turned around to stare at him as he walked towards the room. Oh, Merlin, who had come up with this terrible idea?

The lab technician pretty much dragged himself up to the book in the centre and checked if his name was on it. It was. He could take a seat then, right? A woman came in screaming right before he could move, though, and Derek basically jumped out of his skin.

Merlin, this was horrible.



Oh wow! This one was changing colour without her having smacked him first!!

!!!

!!!!!

How exciting!!--Yet tragic, so so tragic. Was he another lost soul come for the little help he may receive? She knew the type well, she'd seen enough of them since the morning began. if you asked her, he looked nothing but uneasy, even more so after yelling happened somewhere in the room. Wait...she knew that look.

"MERLIN'S GREAT GROGGY BEARD HE'S HAVING A HEART ATTACK!!" Nooooooo!!! Ravaora rushed over to the man and tackled him to the floor. "Not to worry Sir, I know exactly what to do." She began pumping at his chest aggressively, like they did in those muggle movies where every second counted.

"You will LIVE dammit!!"

SPOILER!!: Healer Bestie and Mr. Hottie McHotter
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Originally Posted by Loranys Lilyfield (Post 11646951)
Stretcher carrying Mr. Hottie McHotter (BanaBatGirl) floating behind her, Loranys FRANTICALLY kicked open the door to the technology lounge with her heels and let out a shrill banshee shriek for her bestest friend in the WHOLE WIDE WORLD.

"RAVAORA! Ravaora I need your assistance at ONCE. This is an emergency! This man is suffering from O.O.P.S, pruritusism, zuccherotosis, AND loquentes ieiuniumtis!"

And let's not even get started on his nutrition and choice of pet.

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Originally Posted by BanaBatGirl (Post 11646967)
SPOILER!!: The Crazy Loranys




For the LOVE of CIRCE......! William had NOT just been STRAPPED DOWN and SILENCED by this woman! Wasn't she here to save his life, not PREVENT AIR from getting to his nose and mouth!!!

He was really starting to panic now, with all these additional diagnoses and the "Healer" screaming for a Ravanora. What was that even?! Some kind of potion?!! WAS SHE GOING TO KILL HIM?!!! WAS SHE ONE OF THOSE "Death Angel" HEALERS?!?!?!!!!!!!

"Haaaaaaaallllllllllllllllllllllllllpppppppppppppp pppppppppp," William did his best to moan from the stretcher. Somebody, anybody! He could barely even turn his head to see who all was IN this technology center!!!!



Hold the snitch! That shrill screeching!!! Loranys!! Ravaora whipped around at the sudden call to action and practically FLEW over to her bestfriend and the patie---"Hopping hippogriffs!!!" The Healer's eyes were WIDE as she leaned forward with all the care in the medical world. Just look at him. Hardly able to move, the poor dear. His motor skills must have been going too. She'd seen a few like that since morning. This place got more tragic by the hour.

"So many.....so.....many....." DISEASES. She turned to Loranys. "Have you told him he's dying as yet?" Because that was HER job best friend or not. Eyes still wide, she turned to the obviously disoriented--or delusional if he was asking for help when help was RIGHT HERE--man. Ravaora placed her hand to his face and sighed deeply. "If it's the last thing I do. You will LIVE! Living is what we DO, OKAY??"

She just needed to get him to the room and he would be properly taken care of, him and all his lovely muscle. Oh yes, this one was nice, he would have to live for sure. "Do you mind giving a watch for me?" She asked as she prepared to leave. No time to waste!

DaniDiNardo 08-06-2014 06:56 AM

*finally joins the madhouse*
 
He. Didn't. Want to. Be here.

How obvious was this? Couldn't they tell from the look on his face? The better question was, didn't that Mr. Epitaph know when his Healers were not wanted nor were the needed? Health checks, it was a joke and a rather non-amusing one at that. As the Senior Underscretary had tried to explain, there was nothing wrong with the employees working within the Ministry, no matter what reports they got from elsewhere.

With the deepest scowl set in place and his hands buried deep into the pockets of his pants, the man made his entrance. Like everyone else, he had an appointment, and he'd shown up on time so he wouldn't be forced to mingle.

"Gavin Isaacs, Senior Undersecretary." Let's hurry this thing along, shall we? There was a madwoman tackling someone to the ground and another with Williamson. Poor bloke. Just one of those better you than me scenarios in truth. Personal space, he would stay over here and keep his.

Loranys Lilyfield 08-06-2014 07:19 AM

SPOILER!!: my future husband & bestie
Quote:

Originally Posted by BanaBatGirl (Post 11646967)


For the LOVE of CIRCE......! William had NOT just been STRAPPED DOWN and SILENCED by this woman! Wasn't she here to save his life, not PREVENT AIR from getting to his nose and mouth!!!

He was really starting to panic now, with all these additional diagnoses and the "Healer" screaming for a Ravanora. What was that even?! Some kind of potion?!! WAS SHE GOING TO KILL HIM?!!! WAS SHE ONE OF THOSE "Death Angel" HEALERS?!?!?!!!!!!!

"Haaaaaaaallllllllllllllllllllllllllpppppppppppppp pppppppppp," William did his best to moan from the stretcher. Somebody, anybody! He could barely even turn his head to see who all was IN this technology center!!!!

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Originally Posted by Ravaora Silverkin (Post 11647002)
Hold the snitch! That shrill screeching!!! Loranys!! Ravaora whipped around at the sudden call to action and practically FLEW over to her bestfriend and the patie---"Hopping hippogriffs!!!" The Healer's eyes were WIDE as she leaned forward with all the care in the medical world. Just look at him. Hardly able to move, the poor dear. His motor skills must have been going too. She'd seen a few like that since morning. This place got more tragic by the hour.

"So many.....so.....many....." DISEASES. She turned to Loranys. "Have you told him he's dying as yet?" Because that was HER job best friend or not. Eyes still wide, she turned to the obviously disoriented--or delusional if he was asking for help when help was RIGHT HERE--man. Ravaora placed her hand to his face and sighed deeply. "If it's the last thing I do. You will LIVE! Living is what we DO, OKAY??"

She just needed to get him to the room and he would be properly taken care of, him and all his lovely muscle. Oh yes, this one was nice, he would have to live for sure. "Do you mind giving a watch for me?" She asked as she prepared to leave. No time to waste!


Leaping leprechauns! Did Ravaora hear that? DID she hear the way he was continuing to ramble despite the gentle care she had already bestowed upon him? Oh sweet Merlin he was getting WORSE. He might not even make it to their wedding day!

"Ooooooooooooooooooh my Meeeeeeeeeeeerlin, you fear that as well?" she gasped, both hands over her chest and hair looking especially frizzy. Only, unlike her bestie, Loranys had a better bedside manner and didn't outright tell her patients they were dying. "Oh PLEASE, you have to, you just have to. I know this is AWFULLY unprofessional...but I just KNOW. You know? YOU KNOW!" And of course her bestie would KNOW what she was talking about. "I am sure I brought some of my potions for the more extreme cases along with us. Use whatever you think is necessary."

HEAL HIM!

"I need to go to the other examination point, but DON'T hesitate to contact me if things take a turn for the worst!"

Because she would totally be able to find someone to perform the wedding ceremony before he passed. Then she could be Mirs Loranys Lobelia McHotter.
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Originally Posted by DaniDiNardo (Post 11647009)
He. Didn't. Want to. Be here.

How obvious was this? Couldn't they tell from the look on his face? The better question was, didn't that Mr. Epitaph know when his Healers were not wanted nor were the needed? Health checks, it was a joke and a rather non-amusing one at that. As the Senior Underscretary had tried to explain, there was nothing wrong with the employees working within the Ministry, no matter what reports they got from elsewhere.

With the deepest scowl set in place and his hands buried deep into the pockets of his pants, the man made his entrance. Like everyone else, he had an appointment, and he'd shown up on time so he wouldn't be forced to mingle.

"Gavin Isaacs, Senior Undersecretary." Let's hurry this thing along, shall we? There was a madwoman tackling someone to the ground and another with Williamson. Poor bloke. Just one of those better you than me scenarios in truth. Personal space, he would stay over here and keep his.

She was just about to clip clop her way out of the room when Heart Throb McGav entered. She could TOTALLY afford a few more minutes here. Besides, she would need a backup in case Hottie McHotter didn't make it out.

"Ooooooooooh, right THIS way, Mr. Undersecretary," she giggled as she avoiding a flirtatious slip-up of his title, but only just barely. She swiftly, but carefully, slipped her arm under his so she could escort him to the designated area. "Just a few nyahaha routine checks and questions and you will be all set."

She had already taken note of the way he had been trying to isolated himself. Not a good sign, not at all. It could only mean ONE thing.

"Tell me, what have you had to eat today?" Oh dear future husband number two.

ArianaBlack 08-06-2014 07:34 AM

SPOILER!!: Ravaroa Skilverkin aka the reason for my tragic death bc XD
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Originally Posted by Ravaora Silverkin (Post 11647002)
Did no one else SEE how slowly she put away her reading material?? Her motor function was decreasing. How tragic! Never to walk the lonely road again because she wouldn't be walking. Despite the decrease happening in the arms, everyone knew the legs would ultimately be the first to go. Perhaps one day while in those heels....those heels. "Why do you wear those?" Important question.

Ah but here they had another confused one as well. Asking an abundance of questions, rambling on as she did as if she couldn't help herself. The processes in her mind must have been going too fast!! DEFINITELY COULDN'T WAIT, NOPE, THIS ONE WAS A TICKING TIME BOMB.

"This situation, yes." Ravaora explained as she led her into the room. "You must first understand how serious this is. How long have you been rambling? Childhood? New found habit? Why do you think you do it?" Would her brain process all those? Perhaps she should have slowed down. Mid questioning she reached forward and flicked the woman in the head once....twice...thrice...what was the reaction time here?



The brunette watched the healer carefully... She was a healer, right?

Anyways, why does she where them? At first, the younger woman raised an inquisitive brow, but then carefully followed the woman's stare to her feet. Her heels!? FINALLY someone noticed. "Don't you just looooooove them?!?!" Of course they weren't even in stock yet. She knew some people who knew some people who knew people, who had connections. "I know they're not practical and they do make my feet ache a bit, but beauty is pain, right?" She also added a dramatic wink here because it was like THE rule of feminism.

........ -_____-

This situation?? But she hadn't even answered properly. What was this- so to speak- situation? Could someone please let her in on this much? How serious this is? "Um... You are, like, qualified for this, right?" Because uh she didn't need some random person evaluating her. Even if it was just a routine checkup, which again wasn't really answered. Just as she opened her mouth to answer-- she abruptly moved back and looked at the woman for a moment in complete shock. What. The. Heck.

FLICKING?! First off that was her PRECIOUS FACE, HELLOOOO. "Uhm, ex-cuh-use me? What was that for??" They weren't soft flicks either, honey. Tiffany slowly raised her hand up to touch the spot on her head. Was it bleeding? Had the woman left a hideous mark?

nanyjj 08-06-2014 08:18 AM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Ravaora Silverkin (Post 11646729)
Minister's Office, Level 1, central point of the chaos she was willing to bet. That was where decrees came from, such a STRESSFUL job it was and it would break most people, in fact, it had broken this man right here. His internal self was long shattered but he did not know. What a shame in life this was.

"Yes, I'll be seeing you right now. Please step into the room. Have no fear, we've seen worse cases than your own. In no time we should have you fixed, just have to pinpoint what's wrong first."

Because something was wrong, did he know? DID HE KNOW HE WAS DYING???

Great. Lawrence found that he was actually hoping that the appointment was not confirmed or cancelled so that he could go back to work. But that was a mere hope, because the healer said that she would see him right now. He did not need to check his watch to know that it was not exactly a quarter past eleven, but no one could be as perfect as him.

Lawrence inhaled deeply, but before he exhaled he heard about - worse cases than his? Have him fixed? Pinpoint what's wrong? Merlin. He stood where he was for a moment. These people were crazy, and it seemed that the other employees felt the same. But what could he do? It was best to do as he was told.

"Fine," he said. Not enjoying this situation at all, he followed the healer into the other room. He remained standing, his green eyes wandering around as he took in his surroundings. Lawrence was muttering "I love my job, I love my job.." over and over again in his brain. "What do you want me to do?" He asked.

That noisy clock on the wall was being annoying. Why was everything here so crazy?

Hey Ju 08-06-2014 04:17 PM

Oh, apparently he has some sort of phobia?? I didn't know that! *mwahahas*
 
Text Cut: Ravaora Silverkin, oh my GOSH xD
Quote:

Originally Posted by Ravaora Silverkin (Post 11647002)


Oh wow! This one was changing colour without her having smacked him first!!

!!!

!!!!!

How exciting!!--Yet tragic, so so tragic. Was he another lost soul come for the little help he may receive? She knew the type well, she'd seen enough of them since the morning began. if you asked her, he looked nothing but uneasy, even more so after yelling happened somewhere in the room. Wait...she knew that look.

"MERLIN'S GREAT GROGGY BEARD HE'S HAVING A HEART ATTACK!!" Nooooooo!!! Ravaora rushed over to the man and tackled him to the floor. "Not to worry Sir, I know exactly what to do." She began pumping at his chest aggressively, like they did in those muggle movies where every second counted.

"You will LIVE dammit!!"



Derek didn't have much time to understand all the craziness that was going on when suddenly one of the Healers came over to him and

TACKLED HIM TO THE GROUND. "AAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!!!" Derek fell onto his back and felt rather dizzy for hitting his head on the floor. Before he could do anything, the woman was pumping at his chest and MERLIN, SHE WAS GOING TO KILL HIM. "O-- OW!" The man didn't mean to be that loud, or make any noise at all, but it was IMPOSSIBLE because that Healer was about to break his ribs! "S-s-top!" Merlin, he couldn't even pronounce words anymore. And he was still dizzy and now going out of breath because-

WAS THAT EVEN RIGHT?? HE WAS ALIVE, FOR MERLIN'S SAKE. That thing was meant to be done to people whose hearts had-- AAHH, HE COULDN'T BREATHE PROPERLY ANYMORE!

HEALERS WERE THE WORST THINGS ON EARTH, HE HAD ALWAYS KNOWN IT.

Shanners 08-06-2014 04:59 PM

*eyes all the crazy here*
 
If this thing got a definition in her head it would be stupid. She'd thought of pretending she was actually ill and unable to make it but then realised that that was the worst of ideas. Eliora had made darn sure she'd had a drink and eaten something before she even came to her appointment so she didn't get snippy and snappy with people and possibly die in the process.

But if they thought she was giving a pee sample, OH HELL THEY WERE GOING TO BE PUNCHED SO HARD THEIR ANCESTORS WOULD FEEL IT. She had THINGS to be doing. LISTS TO BE EDITING. She had decided last week that tomorrow would be the day that she put her male ranking list up around the whole Ministry (yes THE WHOLE MINISTRY) and now she'd been thrown off her plans because she was going to be driven insane by Healer drawl. The boring kind.

She was perfect, thank you very much.

Princess Aurora Eliora was in perfect health.

And she definitely thought the males around here were FIIIIIIIIIINE. (Fine specimen, that was)

Zoe 08-06-2014 05:49 PM

Text Cut: Crazy lady healers & Willy
Quote:

Originally Posted by Ravaora Silverkin (Post 11646382)
Thank Merlin he had an appointment. Even if she hadn't noticed him he would still get himself checked and now she would personally see to it because this was alarming. The man had no idea just how worried he now had Ravaora but she was good at what she did. Her eyes widened at the confession he couldn't tell her how many fingers she had up. "Poor sight, it's an early sign of O.O.P.S--not to worry we can get you a seeing crup now I insist you come with you before we have to remove your eyes and replace them with sanitized gulf balls." She'd been told it hurt but some people were just so whiny.

Finally she dropped her hands and gestured to the examination room. "Death is no joking matter and you've been playing dangerously with it. This way." She led the way to the room and waited on the inside. Why wasn't he moving faster?? Impaired movement as well???? WHAAAAAT?????

Quote:

Originally Posted by Loranys Lilyfield (Post 11646951)
Stretcher carrying Mr. Hottie McHotter (BanaBatGirl) floating behind her, Loranys FRANTICALLY kicked open the door to the technology lounge with her heels and let out a shrill banshee shriek for her bestest friend in the WHOLE WIDE WORLD.

"RAVAORA! Ravaora I need your assistance at ONCE. This is an emergency! This man is suffering from O.O.P.S, pruritusism, zuccherotosis, AND loquentes ieiuniumtis!"

And let's not even get started on his nutrition and choice of pet.

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Originally Posted by BanaBatGirl (Post 11646967)
For the LOVE of CIRCE......! William had NOT just been STRAPPED DOWN and SILENCED by this woman! Wasn't she here to save his life, not PREVENT AIR from getting to his nose and mouth!!!

He was really starting to panic now, with all these additional diagnoses and the "Healer" screaming for a Ravanora. What was that even?! Some kind of potion?!! WAS SHE GOING TO KILL HIM?!!! WAS SHE ONE OF THOSE "Death Angel" HEALERS?!?!?!!!!!!!

"Haaaaaaaallllllllllllllllllllllllllpppppppppppppp pppppppppp," William did his best to moan from the stretcher. Somebody, anybody! He could barely even turn his head to see who all was IN this technology center!!!!

Quote:

Originally Posted by Ravaora Silverkin (Post 11647002)
Hold the snitch! That shrill screeching!!! Loranys!! Ravaora whipped around at the sudden call to action and practically FLEW over to her bestfriend and the patie---"Hopping hippogriffs!!!" The Healer's eyes were WIDE as she leaned forward with all the care in the medical world. Just look at him. Hardly able to move, the poor dear. His motor skills must have been going too. She'd seen a few like that since morning. This place got more tragic by the hour.

"So many.....so.....many....." DISEASES. She turned to Loranys. "Have you told him he's dying as yet?" Because that was HER job best friend or not. Eyes still wide, she turned to the obviously disoriented--or delusional if he was asking for help when help was RIGHT HERE--man. Ravaora placed her hand to his face and sighed deeply. "If it's the last thing I do. You will LIVE! Living is what we DO, OKAY??"

She just needed to get him to the room and he would be properly taken care of, him and all his lovely muscle. Oh yes, this one was nice, he would have to live for sure. "Do you mind giving a watch for me?" She asked as she prepared to leave. No time to waste!

Quote:

Originally Posted by Loranys Lilyfield (Post 11647011)
Leaping leprechauns! Did Ravaora hear that? DID she hear the way he was continuing to ramble despite the gentle care she had already bestowed upon him? Oh sweet Merlin he was getting WORSE. He might not even make it to their wedding day!

"Ooooooooooooooooooh my Meeeeeeeeeeeerlin, you fear that as well?" she gasped, both hands over her chest and hair looking especially frizzy. Only, unlike her bestie, Loranys had a better bedside manner and didn't outright tell her patients they were dying. "Oh PLEASE, you have to, you just have to. I know this is AWFULLY unprofessional...but I just KNOW. You know? YOU KNOW!" And of course her bestie would KNOW what she was talking about. "I am sure I brought some of my potions for the more extreme cases along with us. Use whatever you think is necessary."

HEAL HIM!

"I need to go to the other examination point, but DON'T hesitate to contact me if things take a turn for the worst!"

Because she would totally be able to find someone to perform the wedding ceremony before he passed. Then she could be Mirs Loranys Lobelia McHotter.

He had poor sight? The dragon commissioner continued to stare blankly at her, rather than open his mouth and tell her different. His eyesight was just fine, thank you very much. But a little voice inside his head told him that the odds were not in his favour. The healer would take whatever he said with a grain of salt. She was determined to label him with whatever O.O.P.S. was and ... get him a seeing crup? Remove his eyes? Replace them with sanitized golf balls? WHAT?!

"I want a second opinion," Tancred told her, right after she finally let go of his face and started going on about how he had been playing with death. Working with dragons was dangerous, but death wasn't a guarantee. And he could see just fine! "Preferably from a Ministry healer."

There was no way he was going to follow her. Even if someone paid him a large amount of galleons, he would never in a million years follow the healer. Tancred was determined to keep her as far away from his eyes as he possibly could. In fact, he was about to turn around and leave the technology centre. But then he saw a very familiar face be brought in on a stretcher.

"Merlin's beard!" he exclaimed, dashing over to his friend. "What the bloody hell have they done to you, Willy?" The man was his usual self earlier this morning, and now he was in a stretcher with two healers acting like he was on the verge of death. Rubbish.

When the one healer wandered off, he gave his friend a 'don't worry' look. He was going to get the both of them out of this nuthouse. Somehow.

DaniDiNardo 08-06-2014 06:11 PM

SPOILER!!: *mellow*
Quote:

Originally Posted by Loranys Lilyfield (Post 11647011)
She was just about to clip clop her way out of the room when Heart Throb McGav entered. She could TOTALLY afford a few more minutes here. Besides, she would need a backup in case Hottie McHotter didn't make it out.

"Ooooooooooh, right THIS way, Mr. Undersecretary," she giggled as she avoiding a flirtatious slip-up of his title, but only just barely. She swiftly, but carefully, slipped her arm under his so she could escort him to the designated area. "Just a few nyahaha routine checks and questions and you will be all set."

She had already taken note of the way he had been trying to isolated himself. Not a good sign, not at all. It could only mean ONE thing.

"Tell me, what have you had to eat today?" Oh dear future husband number two.



Blink.

He should have been specific. He wasn't here to see anyone that didn't already work here. The last thing he needed was a false diagnosis. An employee had gotten back to the level as he was leaving...muttering something about dying. Who was dying? Certainly not Gavi--

O_O

fjbgvkiegfifdbgrdyi. Touching. Touching, she was touching. Her hand, his hand, same space, skin rubbing........................................... .................................................. ...............................

Someone. Get. Her. OFF. Immediately preceeding her actions Gavin began tugging against her hold. "Let me go. Get off. I can walk on my own. Touching. No. Kindly remove your hand." She was TOO close for comfort and he didn't like the look in her eye any more than that other one that had poor William on a stretcher. Was she still holding on?? "Coffee. I've had coffee and a croissant." LET GO!

kayquilz 08-06-2014 07:55 PM

Ember wanted to save Derek. So. Here we go. Derek and The crazy healer!
 
SPOILER!!: umyeahderek<3
Quote:

Originally Posted by Hey Ju (Post 11647092)

Derek didn't have much time to understand all the craziness that was going on when suddenly one of the Healers came over to him and

TACKLED HIM TO THE GROUND. "AAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!!!" Derek fell onto his back and felt rather dizzy for hitting his head on the floor. Before he could do anything, the woman was pumping at his chest and MERLIN, SHE WAS GOING TO KILL HIM. "O-- OW!" The man didn't mean to be that loud, or make any noise at all, but it was IMPOSSIBLE because that Healer was about to break his ribs! "S-s-top!" Merlin, he couldn't even pronounce words anymore. And he was still dizzy and now going out of breath because-

WAS THAT EVEN RIGHT?? HE WAS ALIVE, FOR MERLIN'S SAKE. That thing was meant to be done to people whose hearts had-- AAHH, HE COULDN'T BREATHE PROPERLY ANYMORE!

HEALERS WERE THE WORST THINGS ON EARTH, HE HAD ALWAYS KNOWN IT.



Ember had heard muuuuuch commotion from the tech lounge--and, she had been right. Good for her Pufffffer senses--or hearing--whichever, because she gazed upon the scene with wiiiiiide lavender eyes. AND DEREK. OH MY GOSH. DEREK.

Her best friend! Well, maybe not bessssst but she considered him her FIRST friend at the ministry! OH NO! Ember lunged forward--hissing madly at the STUPID HEALER KILLING DEREK GOSH. "You--YOU are giving him a heart attack!" the former badger shouted, VERY snappily for someone usually so calm. 'YOU'RE GOING TO BREAK HIS RIBS STOPPPPPPIT!" she stomped her foot and didn't DARE touch the killer healer, but she just flailed her arms around and triiiiiiied her best to get her OFF of Derek!

MERLIN'S SOGGY SOCKS THESE HEALERS WERE INSANE! They belonged in their own psych ward, they did! She did what she thought she HAD to do, which was reeaaaach deep into her bag, pull out a bag of CINNIMON GOLDFISH, and opened it, pOURING THE LOT ON THE HEALER'S HEAD! HAA! Take that! THey didn't like sweets?! ENJOY THE HAIR FULL OF GOLDFISH!

Maybe she'd save Derek. And properly do CPR. Maybe.

Edward Penguin 08-06-2014 07:59 PM

Edward wandered up to Level 1. He felt like he wanted a hot pocket. He liked hot pockets. He was whistling as he rounded the doorway and headed in. He was thinking about the microwave and reading the heating instructions when he bumped into a table. He looked up hurriedly, ready to apologize when he noticed something kind of odd. It looked like a waiting room. He turned around and was ready to leave...

Talikins 08-06-2014 08:33 PM

*joins in*
 
People were enough to make Erin feel slightly uneasy and cautious, but doctors..they were a whole lot worse. Again it wasn't a phobia of them, it was just the awkwardness and the jump off her comfort zone when it came to examining and health checks. They'd want to feel your forehead then see your throat, then this, then that and it was all just far from anything relaxing.

Yet work was work and she'd do it for that because her work was her passion. It was that, that had the brunette enter the newly transformed technology center. She was aghast at how different it looked and just slightly more anxious than before too.

This was going to be like a usual doctor visit by the looks of it...or was it? Would it be worse or better?

...She was hoping for the latter.

Holmesian Feline 08-06-2014 08:34 PM

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Originally Posted by Ravaora Silverkin (Post 11647002)
The nonchalance was going nowhere with this one and she noticed it clung to his outer person even as he made his way behind her into the examination room. With a flick of her wand the door slammed shut forever at which point she gave him a once over. Still, this nonchalance...he might have been one of her most serious cases but he had no idea. Ravaora took a device and pressed it to his neck. "Normal heart rate..." Her hand smacked lightly against his cheek next. "Rough texture..."

Oh yes, she saw, she saw very clearly and it was no wonder she hadn't picked it up earlier. The Healer circled him once, given him another once over before, "How do you feel about clowns?--I need you to tell me a joke, Sir." Yes, got on it. Make her laugh, prove her wrong.

Or perhaps prove her right, there was an injection for everything afterall.

The door shut behind him with a slam, making him well aware of the closed-off feeling he now had. Simon just hoped that it didn't lean towards the bad like one being surrounded by an enemy. As an auror he was sensative to his surroundings in case of trouble. Like the device pressed to his neck, thankfully explained as something to measure blood pressure by the healer's own comment. At the smack, his own hand raised somewhat in reaction on instinct, lowering as she commented on his skin texture. Not like he gave too much attention to his skin, especially on his face, other then his usual shave.

It was as the healer circled him that his hackles were inwardly elevated, feeling somewhat like prey being inspected. And the question...Clowns? "Um...they're okay." Simon had nothing against them. Not that he dealt with them often. As for the joke, the auror looked slightly confused. "Hmm...what kind of joke would you like?" he asked, trying to think of one to give in answer to her request. Maybe something he remembered from a conversation with Josh.

"How about...Why is a snitch called a snitch?"

Lislchen 08-06-2014 09:20 PM

lolol I wish we were on the same TL as Loranys and her hubby. XD
 
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Originally Posted by Ravaora Silverkin (Post 11647002)
Oh dear sweet Merlin, Circe above, was the woman scratching?? She was! The way her hand moved across her cheek like that surely couldn't have been coincidence! Ravaora wracked her mind, trying to remember if this was contagious but of course it couldn't be or she would have been scratching too by now. The healer wagged her finger in reprimand. "Don't scratch it, Love, you'll only infect the area further." Then they would be in some serious trouble. Didn't want that, right?

She noted the disoriented look of the woman, like she was looking for something but there was nothing to be sought in this room. Sigh. It truly was setting in, wasn't it-- hdsfkvjf and that rambling she was doing!! Nevermind it had only been one question, it was one question too many!!!

"There is nothing wrong with your face that we cannot fix." Such a trooper she was, denying the inevitable in the face of death. It was almost sad. Tragic really. "But things are most certainly not alright. You have acute Pruritusism, confudosis and the beginnings of what can only be classified as Loquentes Ieiuniumtis categorized by scratching, disorientation and rambling respectively--NOT TO WORRY, we've seen worse cases." Ravaora reached for her clipboard and made a few jottings then thwacked a blue sticky post it on her forward followed by a purple. "There, now you can begin receiving the adequate help you need." Weren't colours FUN? "Any questions before you go?"

...

Had she just...had that woman just wagged her finger at her? Alysson wasn't a child. Though she didn't have much time to be taken aback by that, seeing as the next things she said made her forget everything else. INFECT. "I'm not scratching it. It just felt a bit...warm after you touched it." So she'd wanted to make sure her cheek was still okay. Was there something on it??? "I'm sorry, do you maybe have a mirror I could borrow?" Because she couldn't find one and was starting to get REALLY worried about her face.

And apparently there WAS something wrong with it. It was fixable though. Apparently.

"..."

Alysson just stared. And tried to stay calm. But having somebody tell you that you had a number of illnesses just made you feel anxious. No matter if you didn't feel ill before. If an authority figure tells you you're ill you're ill. Period. Not that she wasn't still questioning the woman's judgement. "Are you sure?" She tilted her head slightly, trying to sneak a peek at the clipboard without the Healer noticing.

Wait...she could leave? "How do you suggest we treat...this?" Was she supposed to take potions? Could she maybe ask another healer for a second opinion first?

Govoni 08-06-2014 10:46 PM

SPOILER!!: Sherman!
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Originally Posted by lemon (Post 11646938)
Text Cut: What... is.. this?



Oh, there was his boss! Hi boss! Sherman perked up and WAVED.

Wait... Mr. Cresswell? Another Department Head? But he hadn't even worn his GOOD tie today.

The elderly man's attention had been completely focused on his superior, and he'd not even noticed that the healer lady had been observing him until she grabbed onto the handles of his seat. Um..... why was she....? Gravely ill? Death's door? Err.... what was...?

"Where am I going?" Where was she TAKING him? Sherman's eyes widened to the size of saucers. "I... I can walk, ma'am! With a cane! I... I have a cane!" It was right there, sticking out of the compartment that held it in the back of his wheelchair.

Was this woman sane? Aron. SAVE him. Merlin.


Anthony was rather fed up. Could you TELL he was fed up? Because MERLIN, he WAS FED UP!

Prepared to do battle with this woman, again...the term was used loosely, the Department Head stalked forward, pulling his wand. If they wanted to make something of it, they could take it up with the Minister himself. Mr. Sherman Clark suffered from old age. Not....whatever they'd said.

Merlin, they didn't even sound like legit illnesses.

...but they were already disappearing into a room. He took a moment...and a few breathes to compose himself. It was true. These Healers had the ability to drive one to insanity.

SPOILER!!: Jose!
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Originally Posted by Grrr..Meow (Post 11646940)
"oh sure thing" he followed the man right away as he took a seat and got comfortable. "so how does this all work?" he asked the man, wondering if they would just be starting right away or was there something else that he needed to do before they started.


"It's going to be very straight forward. I'm going to do some vital checks...and then you'll be free to go." Nope, he wasn't subjecting people to whatever else. He had started to...but no. Not now. Too fed up. The Department Head wanted to be DONE here so he could attend to other business on his level. There were contracts he'd been meant to work on today.

There was simply NO TIME for this ridiculousness.

Anthony went ahead and slipped on some latex gloves. "Just get comfortable, Mr. Mora. I'll be quick."...and he could make up things for his file. That was Anthony's current level of caring. Zero.

SPOILER!!: Nutter #2
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Originally Posted by Loranys Lilyfield (Post 11646951)
Stretcher carrying Mr. Hottie McHotter (BanaBatGirl) floating behind her, Loranys FRANTICALLY kicked open the door to the technology lounge with her heels and let out a shrill banshee shriek for her bestest friend in the WHOLE WIDE WORLD.

"RAVAORA! Ravaora I need your assistance at ONCE. This is an emergency! This man is suffering from O.O.P.S, pruritusism, zuccherotosis, AND loquentes ieiuniumtis!"

And let's not even get started on his nutrition and choice of pet.


WHY was there ANOTHER St. Mungo's person down here? WHY?

Merlin, the screeching...

SPOILER!!: Nutter #3
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Originally Posted by Wandastian Epitaph (Post 11646901)
"Unfortunately, Healer Cresswell, a break is simply not feasible at the current time." Wandastian had materialized in the technology lounge, a gigantic notepad in hand. What exactly was on said notepad would remain a mystery, as he proceeded towards his St. Mungo's coworker.


SPOILER!!: Nutter #1
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Originally Posted by Ravaora Silverkin (Post 11647002)
"A break you say? No better break than giving me the chance to get your check up underway. It won't take long and surely you know you can't check yourself." Professionals such as themselves were above that level of thinking so yes Mr. Cresswell, we'd LOVE to have a go at you.

So tense, he seemed and she already had a few conclusions she'd drawn on. Just needed him alone in a room with a couple prodding equipment and the truth would be uncovered in no time.

"Right this way if you will." But really he had no choice.


Wait, what?!

"Excuse me, but I respectfully decline." He'd been in this same room with THAT woman for hours now. He had no doubts she was certifiable...and tackling people, hitting them in the head...Ahem. NOT for him, thank you very much!

Yes, Anthony refused to die that way. There was still so much to see...

"I'll just get back to work..." Yep...just going to get right on that...

SPOILER!!: Eliora!
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Originally Posted by Shanners (Post 11647100)
If this thing got a definition in her head it would be stupid. She'd thought of pretending she was actually ill and unable to make it but then realised that that was the worst of ideas. Eliora had made darn sure she'd had a drink and eaten something before she even came to her appointment so she didn't get snippy and snappy with people and possibly die in the process.

But if they thought she was giving a pee sample, OH HELL THEY WERE GOING TO BE PUNCHED SO HARD THEIR ANCESTORS WOULD FEEL IT. She had THINGS to be doing. LISTS TO BE EDITING. She had decided last week that tomorrow would be the day that she put her male ranking list up around the whole Ministry (yes THE WHOLE MINISTRY) and now she'd been thrown off her plans because she was going to be driven insane by Healer drawl. The boring kind.

She was perfect, thank you very much.

Princess Aurora Eliora was in perfect health.

And she definitely thought the males around here were FIIIIIIIIIINE. (Fine specimen, that was)


"Name and department?" Quickly...before you get snatched up by Nutter #1 and Nutter #2 over there.

...and WHY was that Epitaph guy down here? What was the purpose of THREE St. Mungo's Healers in one place? Was Bradley okay?

Merlin, could the employees SEE the utter panic in his eyes?!

SPOILER!!: Edward!
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Originally Posted by Edward Penguin (Post 11647156)
Edward wandered up to Level 1. He felt like he wanted a hot pocket. He liked hot pockets. He was whistling as he rounded the doorway and headed in. He was thinking about the microwave and reading the heating instructions when he bumped into a table. He looked up hurriedly, ready to apologize when he noticed something kind of odd. It looked like a waiting room. He turned around and was ready to leave...


NO, no...Get it over with now, mate. No need for them to be tracking you down later.

Anthony got the distinct feeling they would that sort of thing. Their combined crazy felt at about that level.

"Name and department." Hurry.

SPOILER!!: Erin!
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Originally Posted by Talikins (Post 11647166)
People were enough to make Erin feel slightly uneasy and cautious, but doctors..they were a whole lot worse. Again it wasn't a phobia of them, it was just the awkwardness and the jump off her comfort zone when it came to examining and health checks. They'd want to feel your forehead then see your throat, then this, then that and it was all just far from anything relaxing.

Yet work was work and she'd do it for that because her work was her passion. It was that, that had the brunette enter the newly transformed technology center. She was aghast at how different it looked and just slightly more anxious than before too.

This was going to be like a usual doctor visit by the looks of it...or was it? Would it be worse or better?

...She was hoping for the latter.


...and Merlin, did one that actually LOOKED an anxious mess have to show up? This was what they wanted! To make the Ministry look incapable and incompetent.

Maybe. Anthony didn't generally speak Nutter.

"Relax. Name and department."...but QUICKLY, please. Please, before you're SEEN.

Cassirin 08-06-2014 10:50 PM

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Originally Posted by Ravaora Silverkin (Post 11647002)
Wasn't this one a doll? Literally, such nice blonde hair and those cheek bones. Half plastic she was. Not safe for the environment at all--AND NOT SHARING. Why? That was the most important question as Ravaora walked over to the couch. If she had to guess, the young woman was a conspiracy theorist with the idea everyone in this room was infected and she was next. "You don't have to worry. I'm on YOUR side." The Healer whispered loudly, her hands cupped around her mouth and her tone slow as if the girl were either hard of hearing or hard of understanding. Had to get the message out.

"I'll need you to come with me. I can save you from the death chamber if you hurry." Otherwise Ravaora would dutifully turn out for the funeral. Once you met someone you couldn't just NOT attend, it was rude. [b]"Do you need a hand getting up?

Ah hah! Trick question! Bet she never saw that one coming.

Genevieve watched the Healer person approach, rising half out of her reclined position languidly when the woman was close enough to speak to her. Might as well be polite, even if she was in perfect physical condition. Healthy as an ox. Sound as... a brick wall, really. Very sound.

"I'm on your side," Genevieve agreed with a careful nod. Whatever side, she was on it. Anything not to get that big old needle that poor Vic had been forced to face. "But... I can hear just fine." Enunciated slowly back, in case the old dear was confused.

And since she was instructed to do so, she bounced to her feet and stretched like a cat. "Death chamber? Never been there. D'you suppose they serve tea?" She'd rather like a spot of tea if she was going to die soon.

BanaBatGirl 08-06-2014 11:58 PM

*wishes Alysson were on this timeline too* XD
 
SPOILER!!: Two Crazies & One Sane Commissioner
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Originally Posted by Ravaora Silverkin (Post 11647002)
Hold the snitch! That shrill screeching!!! Loranys!! Ravaora whipped around at the sudden call to action and practically FLEW over to her bestfriend and the patie---"Hopping hippogriffs!!!" The Healer's eyes were WIDE as she leaned forward with all the care in the medical world. Just look at him. Hardly able to move, the poor dear. His motor skills must have been going too. She'd seen a few like that since morning. This place got more tragic by the hour.

"So many.....so.....many....." DISEASES. She turned to Loranys. "Have you told him he's dying as yet?" Because that was HER job best friend or not. Eyes still wide, she turned to the obviously disoriented--or delusional if he was asking for help when help was RIGHT HERE--man. Ravaora placed her hand to his face and sighed deeply. "If it's the last thing I do. You will LIVE! Living is what we DO, OKAY??"

She just needed to get him to the room and he would be properly taken care of, him and all his lovely muscle. Oh yes, this one was nice, he would have to live for sure. "Do you mind giving a watch for me?" She asked as she prepared to leave. No time to waste!

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Originally Posted by Loranys Lilyfield (Post 11647011)
Leaping leprechauns! Did Ravaora hear that? DID she hear the way he was continuing to ramble despite the gentle care she had already bestowed upon him? Oh sweet Merlin he was getting WORSE. He might not even make it to their wedding day!

"Ooooooooooooooooooh my Meeeeeeeeeeeerlin, you fear that as well?" she gasped, both hands over her chest and hair looking especially frizzy. Only, unlike her bestie, Loranys had a better bedside manner and didn't outright tell her patients they were dying. "Oh PLEASE, you have to, you just have to. I know this is AWFULLY unprofessional...but I just KNOW. You know? YOU KNOW!" And of course her bestie would KNOW what she was talking about. "I am sure I brought some of my potions for the more extreme cases along with us. Use whatever you think is necessary."

HEAL HIM!

"I need to go to the other examination point, but DON'T hesitate to contact me if things take a turn for the worst!"

Because she would totally be able to find someone to perform the wedding ceremony before he passed. Then she could be Mirs Loranys Lobelia McHotter.

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Originally Posted by Zoe (Post 11647107)
"Merlin's beard!" he exclaimed, dashing over to his friend. "What the bloody hell have they done to you, Willy?" The man was his usual self earlier this morning, and now he was in a stretcher with two healers acting like he was on the verge of death. Rubbish.

When the one healer wandered off, he gave his friend a 'don't worry' look. He was going to get the both of them out of this nuthouse. Somehow.



Oh for the love of--- THERE WERE MORE OF THEM?!?! MORE nutters like Lorcrazyeyes?!!!

William couldn't help the loud groan that escaped his lips now. There were TWO insane "Healer" women conspiring against him now! And he STILL couldn't breathe properly through all the gauze around his head now. SOMEBODY. HELP. HIM. PLEASE. He didn't need to be STRAPPED DOWN. If he were really dying, then what were the straps for, huh? Weak and dying people didn't fight back!

Willy's fingers started to twitch for his wand. Maybe if he bent his wrist juuuust right, he could trigger the wrist holster....

WAIT! A glint of light in this dark, dark tunnel! Tancred was here! Willy looked up at his friend and coworker through wide, but OBVIOUSLY ALERT AND FINE brown eyes. The pleading look in his eyes said it all, honestly, but Willy accentuated his need to get out of here with some rattling of the straps around him and more muffled groans:

"Mhmhmffor BROOWNISFFWWCJOHKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!"

Translation: She caught me eating a brownie!!!!!!

Shanners 08-07-2014 01:00 AM

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Originally Posted by Govoni (Post 11647203)

"Name and department?" Quickly...before you get snatched up by Nutter #1 and Nutter #2 over there.

...and WHY was that Epitaph guy down here? What was the purpose of THREE St. Mungo's Healers in one place? Was Bradley okay?

Merlin, could the employees SEE the utter panic in his eyes?!

.... Okay. So he was going on the list.

She was definitely expanding it past her own department. Sorry to Rusty-with-the-behind and Boss-pirate-fairy-bore. They just probably wouldn't be on top much longer. Twisting some hair around her finger, Eliora managed her best smile in this time of crisis. (Crisis being that this was more boring than watching paint dry. Was there wet paint around here anywherE? Please?) "Eliora Dodderidge. Accidents and Catastrophes." 25. Single parent to a little princess and a dog.

Perfectly perfect.

Attracted to naps, coffee, good food, attractive males and anything Titanic related.

"Is this going to take long?" She had a nap scheduled.

Deezerz 08-07-2014 01:42 AM

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Originally Posted by Ravaora Silverkin (Post 11646176)
As it turned out, he didn't know. He was blissfully unaware and it had the woman wibbling. It was the WORST when you didn't know you were dying. No plans to be made, no people to say your goodbyes to. The shame. "No one if we can help it. I'm sure it hasn't progressed too far--in fact we can fit you in right this instant if you follow me."

Ravaora reached for both his hands and took them in hers then gazed deep into his eyes. "I promise, you will live to see tomorrow. We are good at what we do."

Then just as quickly, she dropped his hands and headed for the room. "Follow me please."

Why was she doing that lip thing? Kennedy side-eyed his surroundings. It wasn't his fault. He didn't do anything to make her cry. Promise. Then he registered her words and he almost cracked a laugh. "You think," he pointed at himself. "No, no, I'm--"

Why was she holding his hands and looking at him like that and saying THAT? "Whoa, whoa, lady!" he said taking a step back. "I'm fine really--wait!" She was already marching away.

Kennedy followed.

"Wait, is this for some life insurance thing?" Was he being scammed here?

hermionesclone 08-07-2014 01:44 AM

*late*
 
Sigh. Evals. SIGH.

The mere thought made Bryce squirm as he made his way towards the Technology Lounge. It wasn't exactly the Healers -- he didn't care much for them -- it was the needles. The thought of being injected with one of those made his skin crawl and if someone was going to pull one out on him, he was running out of he place before they could say 'St. Mungo's'.

So keep those away and they were good. Keep any dummies away too--

............. He had no words. No words for this place. None.

If he didn't know any better, he'd have thought that he had stepped into St Mungo's itself. Hazel eyes took in the room, a mildly incredulous look spreading acros his face. There were going to be scalpels and needles as Merlin knows what other kind of sharp objects you'd normally find in a hospital. No. Just...... no.

"Bryce Howell. Environmental Department Head." Let's get this over and done with? He had things to do and there was a delicious looking doughnut in a box in his bag that had his name on it.

Expecto-Penguin 08-07-2014 02:09 AM

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Originally Posted by Ravaora Silverkin (Post 11647002)
Could she find the door? Would she have to lead the way? Because she would you know. Ravaora was here to HELP and if people within the Ministry were starting to lose their sight one was expected to be extra helpful. Not much of a talker she noted as well. Closing the door behind her she looked to the hesitant young woman--that was it, wasn't it?? The hesitancy, the uncertainty....Merlin why didn't she see this sooner. "How long have you been working here?" It could already be too late but she still had to TRY.

Jasmine was walking with the healer. She was nervous and hoped she was gonna pass this exam. She was normal and in full health. Her palms were sweating with nerves. She didn't want to come off as having a fever or anything. Uh oh...the door closed! Her heart was beating fast and she took a seat. She was fidgeting with her hands. It was something she did when she was nervous and out of place. I mean this stranger was examining her. She had a right to be nervous.

She heard the first question and cleared her throat, "Ermm I have worked here for year...So not that long" She still felt like a newbie after all but she knew around the Environmental department more than everyone else.

Loranys Lilyfield 08-07-2014 02:33 AM

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Originally Posted by DaniDiNardo (Post 11647124)
Blink.

He should have been specific. He wasn't here to see anyone that didn't already work here. The last thing he needed was a false diagnosis. An employee had gotten back to the level as he was leaving...muttering something about dying. Who was dying? Certainly not Gavi--

O_O

fjbgvkiegfifdbgrdyi. Touching. Touching, she was touching. Her hand, his hand, same space, skin rubbing........................................... .................................................. ...............................

Someone. Get. Her. OFF. Immediately preceeding her actions Gavin began tugging against her hold. "Let me go. Get off. I can walk on my own. Touching. No. Kindly remove your hand." She was TOO close for comfort and he didn't like the look in her eye any more than that other one that had poor William on a stretcher. Was she still holding on?? "Coffee. I've had coffee and a croissant." LET GO!

"OOOOOOOOOOOOOH MY MEEEEEEEEEERLIN. YOU POOOOOOOR THING!" she gasped as she continued to guide him towards his destiny with her. He needed a potion for that twitch of his. And just how tense his muscles were. OOOOOOOOH but they WERE niiiiiice. Oh she could just rub her face up against his firm arm all day.

Okay...so maybe just once.

PUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRR.

She hadn't, OF COURSE, forgotten about Hottie McHotter, but she had to be sure he was going to survive before the put all her dirt in one jar with him. Best to spread her dirt into a few jars and then she could have her pick of the litter!

Let's not even get started on his hesitancy for human contact! Oh, that was another potion she would need to administer to him immediately. But she did let go a few moments later. Let go and both hands HIGH up in the air with SPIRIT FINGERS as her jaw dropped to the floor. "COFFEE AND A CROISSANT?!" she shrieked. "Oh no no no, that is FAR from a nutritional meal. No WONDER you are suffering from O.O.P.S. Over HALF the calories in a croissant are from FAT. BUTTER! OH no no NOOOOOOOOo you MUST have one of my Vegan Witch's Brew potions IMMEDIATELY." She instructed as she pulled a bottle off one of the nearby tables, one that was an eerie green colour, removed the stopper, and thrust it at him. "I insist. You need a balanced diet to handle your stress most effectively!"

Ringo 08-07-2014 04:58 AM

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Originally Posted by Ravaora Silverkin
And here the confused look persisted. If the young woman kept this up, Ravaora wouldn't need an entire check up to tell her what was wrong. This poor POOR dear. Still so young. She bet she hadn't had the opportunity to live her life to the fullest yet she was already losing brain function. What a cruel world they lived in inside this graveyard in disguise. That's all this place really was.

Better start out simple, speak slow enough so her brain could keep up. "Can you tell me what year the Mole People invaded New York City?" With the confused, you always needed to know how aware they were of current affairs. Perhaps the damage was not nearly as extensive. "And who is the current Minister for Magic....in Czechoslovakia?" Hmmmmm?

While she questioned, she prodded lightly at her arms, her face, her stomach. Just checking for nervous system responses, don't mind us.
Mole People. New York City. The Minister of Magic in... Czechoslovakia? Ronnie's eyes widened slightly and she looked to the floor, her mind racing for an answer to these questions. Was this a test? Was she really going mad? Should she know the answers to these questio-

But then the woman was poking at her. Her arms, face, and stomach. Which almost made her start giggling, but she forced herself not to. Figuring this was a... normal thing, she let the woman go about poking her while she tried to answer the questions in her head. "I'm afraid I-I don't know." she finally said after a while of racking her brain, which nearly had given her a headache. Merlin's beard, she didn't know this whole thing would cause stress on her! She thought it'd be simple and quick since she knew for a fact she was perfectly fine. But after what this woman was saying and asking her, perhaps Ronnie wasn't fine.

Ravaora Silverkin 08-07-2014 06:12 AM

SPOILER!!: BESTFRIEND EVAH
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Originally Posted by Loranys Lilyfield (Post 11647011)
Leaping leprechauns! Did Ravaora hear that? DID she hear the way he was continuing to ramble despite the gentle care she had already bestowed upon him? Oh sweet Merlin he was getting WORSE. He might not even make it to their wedding day!

"Ooooooooooooooooooh my Meeeeeeeeeeeerlin, you fear that as well?" she gasped, both hands over her chest and hair looking especially frizzy. Only, unlike her bestie, Loranys had a better bedside manner and didn't outright tell her patients they were dying. "Oh PLEASE, you have to, you just have to. I know this is AWFULLY unprofessional...but I just KNOW. You know? YOU KNOW!" And of course her bestie would KNOW what she was talking about. "I am sure I brought some of my potions for the more extreme cases along with us. Use whatever you think is necessary."

HEAL HIM!

"I need to go to the other examination point, but DON'T hesitate to contact me if things take a turn for the worst!"

Because she would totally be able to find someone to perform the wedding ceremony before he passed. Then she could be Mirs Loranys Lobelia McHotter.

She was just about to clip clop her way out of the room when Heart Throb McGav entered. She could TOTALLY afford a few more minutes here. Besides, she would need a backup in case Hottie McHotter didn't make it out.



You know things were nothing but serious when Loranys began yelling and nevermind she was usually loud, things were usually bad. In this world people were dropping dead like flies. Pardon her best friend for actually being able to understand this. "Yes, just look at his eyes and the faint movements. How long has he been paralyzed?" Still not noticing the straps. So complacent, death tended to do that to you.

She would take care of him.

Wait, know? OHHHH!!! KNOW!! "I DO! I DO KNOW! YES! This must be done, fear not Loranys I'll be picking up my gown and taking up the maid of honour spot by the weekend!" SHE KNEW! Knowing was important. What was this unprofessional to which she spoke? True love was happening!

And she brought some potion! "Brilliant! I feared I was running out! Do you KNOW how many people have needed shots??" None that sat still to take them but that wasn't the important part.

SPOILER!!: Tiffany
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Originally Posted by ArianaBlack (Post 11647013)

The brunette watched the healer carefully... She was a healer, right?

Anyways, why does she where them? At first, the younger woman raised an inquisitive brow, but then carefully followed the woman's stare to her feet. Her heels!? FINALLY someone noticed. "Don't you just looooooove them?!?!" Of course they weren't even in stock yet. She knew some people who knew some people who knew people, who had connections. "I know they're not practical and they do make my feet ache a bit, but beauty is pain, right?" She also added a dramatic wink here because it was like THE rule of feminism.

........ -_____-

This situation?? But she hadn't even answered properly. What was this- so to speak- situation? Could someone please let her in on this much? How serious this is? "Um... You are, like, qualified for this, right?" Because uh she didn't need some random person evaluating her. Even if it was just a routine checkup, which again wasn't really answered. Just as she opened her mouth to answer-- she abruptly moved back and looked at the woman for a moment in complete shock. What. The. Heck.

FLICKING?! First off that was her PRECIOUS FACE, HELLOOOO. "Uhm, ex-cuh-use me? What was that for??" They weren't soft flicks either, honey. Tiffany slowly raised her hand up to touch the spot on her head. Was it bleeding? Had the woman left a hideous mark?



OOooOOOOOOoooOo

Easily excitable...."Rambling...." Ravaora noted, taking to her clipboard to get this written down. Don't mind her while she observed, she was only taking notes to make Miss Pryce healthier. "Loquentes Ieiuniumtis, no doubt about it, can't be anything else. The stress, it's obviously caused a bout of verbal diarrhea." Now where did she put that syringe? Open and closed case this one.

But then the questions that spewed out as a result of the condition. These were a different case entirely......ah yes, yesss, she saw it now and it was just as tragic if not a little more deadly. "Trelawnitis as well--tell me, how long ago did you stop trusting people?? You must not lose faith in the word, Love."

Not to mention the slow hand movement. Of course. "Impaired motor skills. It only confirms it." No doubts in this Healer's mind.

SPOILER!!: Lawrence
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Originally Posted by nanyjj (Post 11647017)
Great. Lawrence found that he was actually hoping that the appointment was not confirmed or cancelled so that he could go back to work. But that was a mere hope, because the healer said that she would see him right now. He did not need to check his watch to know that it was not exactly a quarter past eleven, but no one could be as perfect as him.

Lawrence inhaled deeply, but before he exhaled he heard about - worse cases than his? Have him fixed? Pinpoint what's wrong? Merlin. He stood where he was for a moment. These people were crazy, and it seemed that the other employees felt the same. But what could he do? It was best to do as he was told.

"Fine," he said. Not enjoying this situation at all, he followed the healer into the other room. He remained standing, his green eyes wandering around as he took in his surroundings. Lawrence was muttering "I love my job, I love my job.." over and over again in his brain. "What do you want me to do?" He asked.

That noisy clock on the wall was being annoying. Why was everything here so crazy?



Ehhhhhhhhh?? o_O

Ravaora moved as close to the man as she possibly could. That muttering thing he was doing....was it a long term habit or...something contracted once he got here? Stupid question, this was the place of evil. He got it here. That was the only option.

"I need you to tell me the last time you had a vacation. Clearly you're too stressed for your line of work." Could it be? O.O.P.S maybe but she would hold that verdict just a little longer.

SPOILER!!: Derek and Ember
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Originally Posted by Hey Ju (Post 11647092)

Derek didn't have much time to understand all the craziness that was going on when suddenly one of the Healers came over to him and

TACKLED HIM TO THE GROUND. "AAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!!!" Derek fell onto his back and felt rather dizzy for hitting his head on the floor. Before he could do anything, the woman was pumping at his chest and MERLIN, SHE WAS GOING TO KILL HIM. "O-- OW!" The man didn't mean to be that loud, or make any noise at all, but it was IMPOSSIBLE because that Healer was about to break his ribs! "S-s-top!" Merlin, he couldn't even pronounce words anymore. And he was still dizzy and now going out of breath because-

WAS THAT EVEN RIGHT?? HE WAS ALIVE, FOR MERLIN'S SAKE. That thing was meant to be done to people whose hearts had-- AAHH, HE COULDN'T BREATHE PROPERLY ANYMORE!

HEALERS WERE THE WORST THINGS ON EARTH, HE HAD ALWAYS KNOWN IT.

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Originally Posted by kayquilz (Post 11647154)

Ember had heard muuuuuch commotion from the tech lounge--and, she had been right. Good for her Pufffffer senses--or hearing--whichever, because she gazed upon the scene with wiiiiiide lavender eyes. AND DEREK. OH MY GOSH. DEREK.

Her best friend! Well, maybe not bessssst but she considered him her FIRST friend at the ministry! OH NO! Ember lunged forward--hissing madly at the STUPID HEALER KILLING DEREK GOSH. "You--YOU are giving him a heart attack!" the former badger shouted, VERY snappily for someone usually so calm. 'YOU'RE GOING TO BREAK HIS RIBS STOPPPPPPIT!" she stomped her foot and didn't DARE touch the killer healer, but she just flailed her arms around and triiiiiiied her best to get her OFF of Derek!

MERLIN'S SOGGY SOCKS THESE HEALERS WERE INSANE! They belonged in their own psych ward, they did! She did what she thought she HAD to do, which was reeaaaach deep into her bag, pull out a bag of CINNIMON GOLDFISH, and opened it, pOURING THE LOT ON THE HEALER'S HEAD! HAA! Take that! THey didn't like sweets?! ENJOY THE HAIR FULL OF GOLDFISH!

Maybe she'd save Derek. And properly do CPR. Maybe.



GOOD MERLIN he was losing vocal function!! HAD HE LOST THE ABILITY TO SPEAK??? Without ceasing her pumping she looked the overly excited man in the eyes. "Speak to ME! Are you still with me?? You will not DIE?" Not while Ravaora Silverkin was on the case and judging by her current position, she was VERY MUCH on this case and SAVING HIS LIFE.

Just look how excited he was at the prospect of living! Hardly able to utter a word!!

But then the other one happened. "ExcuuuuUuuuUse YOU!" Ravaora slowed her pumping but would NOT stop for this woman. "I AM SAVING HIM AND YOU ARE BEING LOUD AND FRIGHTENING HIM. Take a number and wait to be addressed!!" How was she meant to save lives in this in these conditions.

"I'll need you to slow your breathing, Sir. It's not very comforting and I must concentrate..." Something in her hair, something from the woman who was obviously having a mental breakdown. In one calm, swift motion she jab a syringe into the woman's leg. Only a mild sedative....or had she not diluted that one?

Teehee silly her.

SPOILER!!: Simon
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Originally Posted by Holmesian Feline (Post 11647167)


The door shut behind him with a slam, making him well aware of the closed-off feeling he now had. Simon just hoped that it didn't lean towards the bad like one being surrounded by an enemy. As an auror he was sensative to his surroundings in case of trouble. Like the device pressed to his neck, thankfully explained as something to measure blood pressure by the healer's own comment. At the smack, his own hand raised somewhat in reaction on instinct, lowering as she commented on his skin texture. Not like he gave too much attention to his skin, especially on his face, other then his usual shave.

It was as the healer circled him that his hackles were inwardly elevated, feeling somewhat like prey being inspected. And the question...Clowns? "Um...they're okay." Simon had nothing against them. Not that he dealt with them often. As for the joke, the auror looked slightly confused. "Hmm...what kind of joke would you like?" he asked, trying to think of one to give in answer to her request. Maybe something he remembered from a conversation with Josh.

"How about...Why is a snitch called a snitch?"



That was it? They were just okay? That hardly inspired confidence in the Healer and her tsking said as much. "Limited sense of humour." She muttered. Not liking clowns well PFFFT to you Sir, they probably didn't like you either. It was a tough life for the painted faces amongst them and people like him did nothing to make it better. FOR SHAME.

Her sharp eyes fixed on him. Was he asking questions at a time like this? She asked for a joke, not an interrogation. This one was Law Enforcement. It figured everything was an investigation. "Easily confused...asking questions when asked for jokes...." More muttering to herself really while she continued to jot, but sure, she'd throw him a bone.

"Why is it, Mr. Bennett?" If she wasn't laughing within the next five minutes she was smacking some green sticky notes on this one's head too


SPOILER!!: Alysson
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Originally Posted by Lislchen (Post 11647184)
...

Had she just...had that woman just wagged her finger at her? Alysson wasn't a child. Though she didn't have much time to be taken aback by that, seeing as the next things she said made her forget everything else. INFECT. "I'm not scratching it. It just felt a bit...warm after you touched it." So she'd wanted to make sure her cheek was still okay. Was there something on it??? "I'm sorry, do you maybe have a mirror I could borrow?" Because she couldn't find one and was starting to get REALLY worried about her face.

And apparently there WAS something wrong with it. It was fixable though. Apparently.

"..."

Alysson just stared. And tried to stay calm. But having somebody tell you that you had a number of illnesses just made you feel anxious. No matter if you didn't feel ill before. If an authority figure tells you you're ill you're ill. Period. Not that she wasn't still questioning the woman's judgement. "Are you sure?" She tilted her head slightly, trying to sneak a peek at the clipboard without the Healer noticing.

Wait...she could leave? "How do you suggest we treat...this?" Was she supposed to take potions? Could she maybe ask another healer for a second opinion first?



A mirror? As it so happened, Ravaora DID have a mirror. "Hold that thought." Crossing the room, the rummaged around in her bag for a minute then pulled up a small palm mirror. "You have have a look for yourself." And as casual as anything else in the world she reached over and gave the woman a nice smack to the cheek and a pinch. There, nice and rosie and full of colour again. Here you go, Love.

"Well why wouldn't I be sure? I've seen these signs and symptoms before. Luckily you aren't the worst I've seen and you could certainly be worse but we're here to make sure that never happens." BEEEEAAAMMMM. Merlin, saving lives was such a fulfilling career. She could see herself doing this the rest of her life.

As for suggestions..."That's the best part! Remember the reformation I spoke of earlier? We'll be running several little seminars to get everyone back on the right track. You will need to attend if you want these symptoms brought under control and I can have something prescribed. Now then, please leave so I can save someone else from the greedy clutches of death." ^___^

SPOILER!!: Vivi
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Originally Posted by Cassirin (Post 11647205)
Genevieve watched the Healer person approach, rising half out of her reclined position languidly when the woman was close enough to speak to her. Might as well be polite, even if she was in perfect physical condition. Healthy as an ox. Sound as... a brick wall, really. Very sound.

"I'm on your side," Genevieve agreed with a careful nod. Whatever side, she was on it. Anything not to get that big old needle that poor Vic had been forced to face. "But... I can hear just fine." Enunciated slowly back, in case the old dear was confused.

And since she was instructed to do so, she bounced to her feet and stretched like a cat. "Death chamber? Never been there. D'you suppose they serve tea?" She'd rather like a spot of tea if she was going to die soon.



Could it be? The first cooperative soul all morning?? "Oh myyyyyy, I do like the sound of that." It didn't seem like anyone in this place was on their side, despite how much they were here to HELP SAVE BLOODY LIVES. How hard was it to understand they were all dying?? Surely it wasn't so difficult they couldn't wrap their minds around it.

Only..."Why are you talking like that, Love?" That slow, well enunciated method of speech? Was it possible she suffered the same speech defect as the person who'd swung by earlier? "How long has that condition persisted? I'll need you to come with me." Again, she must have ben speaking too quickly. Gah, Ravaora when will you learn. To atone for her insensitivity she made gesturing motions that surely the young woman would understand.

While she walked she made other little jottings and notes. "Nonsensical speech and a welcoming feel of death..." Mhm. Clearly a whack job. The 10th they'd have all day, yet so cooperative. The Healer feared she wouldn't even need her trusty needle this time around.

SPOILER!!: Tancred and William
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Originally Posted by Zoe (Post 11647107)
He had poor sight? The dragon commissioner continued to stare blankly at her, rather than open his mouth and tell her different. His eyesight was just fine, thank you very much. But a little voice inside his head told him that the odds were not in his favour. The healer would take whatever he said with a grain of salt. She was determined to label him with whatever O.O.P.S. was and ... get him a seeing crup? Remove his eyes? Replace them with sanitized golf balls? WHAT?!

"I want a second opinion," Tancred told her, right after she finally let go of his face and started going on about how he had been playing with death. Working with dragons was dangerous, but death wasn't a guarantee. And he could see just fine! "Preferably from a Ministry healer."

There was no way he was going to follow her. Even if someone paid him a large amount of galleons, he would never in a million years follow the healer. Tancred was determined to keep her as far away from his eyes as he possibly could. In fact, he was about to turn around and leave the technology centre. But then he saw a very familiar face be brought in on a stretcher.

"Merlin's beard!" he exclaimed, dashing over to his friend. "What the bloody hell have they done to you, Willy?" The man was his usual self earlier this morning, and now he was in a stretcher with two healers acting like he was on the verge of death. Rubbish.

When the one healer wandered off, he gave his friend a 'don't worry' look. He was going to get the both of them out of this nuthouse. Somehow.

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Originally Posted by BanaBatGirl (Post 11647221)

Oh for the love of--- THERE WERE MORE OF THEM?!?! MORE nutters like Lorcrazyeyes?!!!

William couldn't help the loud groan that escaped his lips now. There were TWO insane "Healer" women conspiring against him now! And he STILL couldn't breathe properly through all the gauze around his head now. SOMEBODY. HELP. HIM. PLEASE. He didn't need to be STRAPPED DOWN. If he were really dying, then what were the straps for, huh? Weak and dying people didn't fight back!

Willy's fingers started to twitch for his wand. Maybe if he bent his wrist juuuust right, he could trigger the wrist holster....

WAIT! A glint of light in this dark, dark tunnel! Tancred was here! Willy looked up at his friend and coworker through wide, but OBVIOUSLY ALERT AND FINE brown eyes. The pleading look in his eyes said it all, honestly, but Willy accentuated his need to get out of here with some rattling of the straps around him and more muffled groans:

"Mhmhmffor BROOWNISFFWWCJOHKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!"

Translation: She caught me eating a brownie!!!!!!



Honestly she wished this one would stop trying to assure himself that he was fine. Evidently he was not or he would not be needing a seeing crup but NO he wasn't thinking about that, too busy asking for a second opinion. "I have NEVER been more OFFENDED in ALL MY LIFE." She informed him, eyes bright with something...something but what?

"Second opinion--oh...oh oh oh...." OooOoOOoo truthfully she should have seen this coming, Overwhelming Overtiredness Patient Syndrome wasn't the only thing this one was suffering from. His lack of trust made it all so clear. "Trelawnitis. There's no mistaking it. The lack of trust, the denial, everything is there." They had come prepared for such cases as well ah but there he went worrying about another patient in HER care.

"We have this under control. I will not be letting Loranys' husband to be die on my watch, you have nothing to fea--"

Hang on....the incoherent speech...the twitching even if it was to get his wand and all that rattling from side to side that she wouldn't admit was a method os escape. "HE'S HAVING A SEIZURE!! This is all YOUR fault." She flared at the first man. "You frightened him!" Immediately she pulled a syringe from her coat pocket and jabbed him with it.

There. Oh wait. Wait. Hold the snitch. What did that one do again?

SPOILER!!: Kennedy
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Originally Posted by Deezerz (Post 11647263)
Why was she doing that lip thing? Kennedy side-eyed his surroundings. It wasn't his fault. He didn't do anything to make her cry. Promise. Then he registered her words and he almost cracked a laugh. "You think," he pointed at himself. "No, no, I'm--"

Why was she holding his hands and looking at him like that and saying THAT? "Whoa, whoa, lady!" he said taking a step back. "I'm fine really--wait!" She was already marching away.

Kennedy followed.

"Wait, is this for some life insurance thing?" Was he being scammed here?



Disjointed speech. Hmmm. Very curious. Where had she seen this before? Possibly in someone from earlier which meant she clearly had ways of dealing with it and they could get to that the moment they were in the room and the proper exams could begin.

"Limited vocabulary." She commented idly, as if she'd just told him what colour his own hair was. "Obviously comes and goes but for how much longer?" Always that question. How much longer indeed.

Highly suspicious as well. It must have come with the job. The stresses of Law Enforcement could get to anyone and this was much like his companion was crumbling under the weight. "Insurance? Are you being haggard? You've been told before that you're dying, haven't you?" How did one live with SUCH STRAIN??

SPOILER!!: Bryce
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Originally Posted by hermionesclone (Post 11647264)
Sigh. Evals. SIGH.

The mere thought made Bryce squirm as he made his way towards the Technology Lounge. It wasn't exactly the Healers -- he didn't care much for them -- it was the needles. The thought of being injected with one of those made his skin crawl and if someone was going to pull one out on him, he was running out of he place before they could say 'St. Mungo's'.

So keep those away and they were good. Keep any dummies away too--

............. He had no words. No words for this place. None.

If he didn't know any better, he'd have thought that he had stepped into St Mungo's itself. Hazel eyes took in the room, a mildly incredulous look spreading acros his face. There were going to be scalpels and needles as Merlin knows what other kind of sharp objects you'd normally find in a hospital. No. Just...... no.

"Bryce Howell. Environmental Department Head." Let's get this over and done with? He had things to do and there was a delicious looking doughnut in a box in his bag that had his name on it.



Department Head? SHE WAS ON IT!!

"Ravaora Silverkin, Love, I'm here to save your possibly bleak and meaningless life and show you the joy of living once more. If you'd just come with me we can have you checked and injected and released in no time." Granted she didn't know whether or not she'd actually NEED her trusty syringe but heh, that hadn't stopped her today, just ask any of her other patients.

Without waiting for his consent, Ravaora grabbed hold and began tugging. These got priority and his face got him extra priority. Why did the pretty die young??

Not THIS one! Not if she had anything to do about it and him...and that other one...and Loranys' future husband....and the one with a heart attack. The Ministry was a gold mine.

SPOILER!!: Jasmine
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Originally Posted by Expecto-Penguin (Post 11647272)


Jasmine was walking with the healer. She was nervous and hoped she was gonna pass this exam. She was normal and in full health. Her palms were sweating with nerves. She didn't want to come off as having a fever or anything. Uh oh...the door closed! Her heart was beating fast and she took a seat. She was fidgeting with her hands. It was something she did when she was nervous and out of place. I mean this stranger was examining her. She had a right to be nervous.

She heard the first question and cleared her throat, "Ermm I have worked here for year...So not that long" She still felt like a newbie after all but she knew around the Environmental department more than everyone else.



The fidgeting was nothing if not a tell tale sign and Ravaora was already scribbling. "Are you uncomfortable? Is the seat not comfy enough? WHY ARE YOU SCRATCHING?" She was scratching because the Healer said so and the woman didn't have eyes like Ravaora so what would she know.

"A year's a long time. It's AGGGGEEESS and a wonder you haven't dropped dead in the mean time with everything going on." Weren't they all walking miracles? Defying the odds in ways she never thought they would. It was impressive and a little scary to think about as well.

"It must be the nerves. Fear of returning to poor working conditions."

SPOILER!!: Ronnie
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Originally Posted by Ringo (Post 11647320)
Mole People. New York City. The Minister of Magic in... Czechoslovakia? Ronnie's eyes widened slightly and she looked to the floor, her mind racing for an answer to these questions. Was this a test? Was she really going mad? Should she know the answers to these questio-

But then the woman was poking at her. Her arms, face, and stomach. Which almost made her start giggling, but she forced herself not to. Figuring this was a... normal thing, she let the woman go about poking her while she tried to answer the questions in her head. "I'm afraid I-I don't know." she finally said after a while of racking her brain, which nearly had given her a headache. Merlin's beard, she didn't know this whole thing would cause stress on her! She thought it'd be simple and quick since she knew for a fact she was perfectly fine. But after what this woman was saying and asking her, perhaps Ronnie wasn't fine.



What did she MEAN she didn't know??? Ravaora's eyes widened to an astonishing level and the word panic could be seen across her face if someone looked hard enough. "Oh no oh no oh no. Tragic! Worst than even I had imagined. You don't KNOW?? No no no!" She might have been the first confirmed case and what's worse...

No. Reactions.

"Limited to no reaction to stimulus." She commented as her poking and prodding came to an end. Sweet Merlin, this one was messed up in all the ways. Something...needed to be done....

Hey Ju 08-07-2014 07:20 AM

Text Cut: Ravaora Silverkin and Ember, even though he can't tell it's her xP
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Originally Posted by Ravaora Silverkin (Post 11647332)
SPOILER!!: Derek and Ember




GOOD MERLIN he was losing vocal function!! HAD HE LOST THE ABILITY TO SPEAK??? Without ceasing her pumping she looked the overly excited man in the eyes. "Speak to ME! Are you still with me?? You will not DIE?" Not while Ravaora Silverkin was on the case and judging by her current position, she was VERY MUCH on this case and SAVING HIS LIFE.

Just look how excited he was at the prospect of living! Hardly able to utter a word!!

But then the other one happened. "ExcuuuuUuuuUse YOU!" Ravaora slowed her pumping but would NOT stop for this woman. "I AM SAVING HIM AND YOU ARE BEING LOUD AND FRIGHTENING HIM. Take a number and wait to be addressed!!" How was she meant to save lives in this in these conditions.

"I'll need you to slow your breathing, Sir. It's not very comforting and I must concentrate..." Something in her hair, something from the woman who was obviously having a mental breakdown. In one calm, swift motion she jab a syringe into the woman's leg. Only a mild sedative....or had she not diluted that one?

Teehee silly her.



This was not happening, this was not happening, THIS WAS ACTUALLY HAPPENING. MERLIN, WHY HIM??

Derek tried pushing the healer's hands away but she was pumping at his chest with such force - and he was still dizzy and not breathing properly - that he could barely move his arms. Also, awkward position too. But she was KILLING HIM!!

Someone else seemed to be intervening and said something about giving him a heart attack. NO, HE COULDN'T HAVE A HEART ATT-- Merlin, help him, PLEASE HELP HIM. Derek moved his hands randomly and tried to make the healer get away from him, but he was feeling sick again and the woman was way too loud and he couldn't even think that well anymore because THIS WAS JUST HORRIBLE.

The woman told him to slow his breathing. THAT was what he was trying to do since he got there!!!! "CAN'T!" The lab technician yelped in between pumps. They had gotten less aggresive for a moment and he even tried to get up as the healer did something to the other person next to them. Derek didn't exactly see what it was because he was too busy trying to push the woman's hands away from him while sitting up.

He should stop being so bloody dizzy! He should have things under CONTROL, FOR MERLIN'S SAKE. "Don't!" Was all he was able to say as he held his right hand up as if to keep her AWAY from him as he tried to scoot away and catch his breath while trying his best not to PUKE.

nanyjj 08-07-2014 07:22 AM

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Originally Posted by Ravaora Silverkin (Post 11647332)
Ehhhhhhhhh?? o_O

Ravaora moved as close to the man as she possibly could. That muttering thing he was doing....was it a long term habit or...something contracted once he got here? Stupid question, this was the place of evil. He got it here. That was the only option.

"I need you to tell me the last time you had a vacation. Clearly you're too stressed for your line of work." Could it be? O.O.P.S maybe but she would hold that verdict just a little longer.

Lawrence stepped back slightly as the healer moved in closer to him, cutting out the muttering in his mind for a moment. Could she have discovered something already? All he asked was what he was supposed to do. But then he did not know much about Healing or craziness.

"Last Christmas break, I guess," he replied, hearing the question. No need to go into detail, huh? To him resting at home for the weekends counted as a vacation, and he was eager to get back to work, but in case he had a serious case of misunderstanding or something, the twenty-six year old did not mention that.

Hera 08-07-2014 11:29 AM

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Originally Posted by Ravaora Silverkin (Post 11647002)


The short responses only continued despite Ravaora's BEST efforts to stir up a riveting conversation between the two. Such a shame it was, it seemed her speech function really was being run down to nothing. There might have been a shot for that...or a potion but they were hardly prepared for a case such as hers.

Aaaand she was a none toucher. "Fear of contact." She noted with a scribble to her board as she entered the room. While they were on this, for someone that didn't say much in any one go, she spoke a lot....rambled even...went off on tangents. Ravaora was lucky to keep up!!! Yessss, quite alarming to say the least. "Would you prefer to sit? Weak in the knees? How long has this problem persisted?" But by all means the woman could sit. It would make the injection go by easier if it came to that. Just a thought.

"How often do you come in contact with people?" Or did she run for the hills the moment it was initiated. Could be anything. Anything so just in case Ravaora began preparing a syringe. "This has been known to cure even the most dead of men." She promised, giving the needle a light flick. If your legs didn't want to wake, they obviously needed a waker upper.

"So, tell me, do you eat at the food court here?"

Wait... what was that? Did she just say fear of contact? ..... Her? A fear of contact? HA! That was laughable. "Incorrect," she stated at the woman, one brow raised questioningly. "I do not have a fear of contact, I merely have a dislike for your contact... you're a stranger with erratic behaviour." Seriously, what was this? A circus sideshow? It was more ridiculous than she first thought, and people wondered why she never liked Healers much. Bunch of hypochondriacs they were. Potions for this, serums for that, injections for this, balms for that... no thanks, she was fine without.

And as for the sitting thing. Circe help her. "I was merely inquiring which would be more suitable for you to do your work, I'm fine standing, prefer to be on my feet actually." So no, no weakness in the knees, no problems and certainly zero persistence with problems. The only problem she had on a frequent basis, was stupid people and time wasters, and this woman appeared to be both.

"Frequently, with my employees, with other officials and delegates, the public too..." did that satisfy her question? She did not have a fear of contact thing, yes? YES? All clear now?! Emily's hazel eyes observed the syringe and the fluid in it. Eeerr... no formal examination and the woman was already going to treat her like a pin cushion? Nu uh. Not happening. "I don't require curing, and any attempt to stick me with that substance without a proper examination, testing and explanation of a diagnosis with evidence will be met with force." Either her wand or her first, it really didn't matter which - both would end in the same way. The Healer in Mungo's herself, and her leaving this level and never looking back.

Questions about the food court? Really? This was zombie virus thing related, wasn't it? A delayed response by health enthusiasts that have no idea what they're doing and seem to be hell bent on creating more issues than there really are. Excellent. Nothing wrong with this scenario, at all.
"Seldom, I prefer to source my food from elsewhere... though on the odd occasion I do indulge in their cheesecake."

Fira 08-07-2014 02:43 PM

*joins in*
 
Health evaluations?

Was this a joke? Seriously, who was in the desperate need of a health check? Josh Carter believed he was perfectly healthy. Thank you. But apparently he had to make it to this appointment. This man knew one thing; he didn't like hospitals and he didn't like healers or doctors. Not that he had something against them personally. He just didn't like the progress of examination and the...clean, overly hygienic interior of a hospital which always had annoying colours around and an odd smell coming with it.

And it didn't take much time for the auror to realise that this place totally looked like a hospital once he walked in.

There were people around...naturally. But what was he supposed to do now? Moreover...what were those healers looking for? Whatever they were going to do to him, Josh hoped they would just not dare touch his scars. Especially the one over his eye.

*ahem*

"Hello?"

Edward Penguin 08-07-2014 03:08 PM

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Originally Posted by Anthony (the rather odd chap asking personal details)
NO, no...Get it over with now, mate. No need for them to be tracking you down later.

Anthony got the distinct feeling they would that sort of thing. Their combined crazy felt at about that level.

"Name and department." Hurry.

Edward had almost made it to the door when some chap addressed him and told him something about getting it over with. And then he asked about his name and department. Since when did it require identifying oneself to use the microwave? Was it some sort of subversive device being used to communicate with the world outside? He certainly would not divulge himself, especially since he was an Unmentionable.

I say, I really just wanted to heat up my snack. It's no big deal. I'll just come back later, when it's not so crowded. I don't know what this lot is about, but I've got work to do.

sarahlooo 08-07-2014 04:50 PM

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Originally Posted by Govoni (Post 11646780)

"Yes, Wizarding University." Writing down a few more general things (to appear like he was actually doing his job), Anthony smiled. "Clearly getting out was smart, yes? I think someone slipped something into the water."......It probably wasn't the smartest thing to do, making those types of comments.....but Merlin, if it wasn't true enough.

The liquid courage was running it's course.

"As I mentioned before, I'll simply be asking a series of questions."...to reiterate the general timeline of the evaluation. No, the DH had absolutely no idea what Silverkin was going to be asking or what she was going to do, even...but this was how he was preferring to roll.

"How's your diet? Your sleep pattern? Do you get enough hours in the night to feel properly rested the next morning? Do you consume adult beverages?"

...Just to name a few. All the while, Anthony glanced between her opened file and her face, trying to appear more serious than he had been before. Ms. Pennifold didn't need to know they were clearly UNDER ATTACK here.

Wizarding university, good. January nodded, pleased that Anthony wasn't yelling and screaming like the rest of them were, so yes, it was good that he got out when he did. There was obviously something wrong with them. Maybe THEY were the ones who needed to be checked out.

And so the questions began. "My diet is good. I cook all my own food, lots of chicken and vegetables. I get about... seven hours of sleep each night." Unless Vic was over. They usually spent the evening chatting and other things. Adult beverages? "The occasional glass of wine or champagne with dinner. A few times a week." Fairly normal, she assumed.

DaniDiNardo 08-07-2014 05:05 PM

SPOILER!!: Face rubbing XD
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Originally Posted by Loranys Lilyfield (Post 11647280)
"OOOOOOOOOOOOOH MY MEEEEEEEEEERLIN. YOU POOOOOOOR THING!" she gasped as she continued to guide him towards his destiny with her. He needed a potion for that twitch of his. And just how tense his muscles were. OOOOOOOOH but they WERE niiiiiice. Oh she could just rub her face up against his firm arm all day.

Okay...so maybe just once.

PUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRR.

She hadn't, OF COURSE, forgotten about Hottie McHotter, but she had to be sure he was going to survive before the put all her dirt in one jar with him. Best to spread her dirt into a few jars and then she could have her pick of the litter!

Let's not even get started on his hesitancy for human contact! Oh, that was another potion she would need to administer to him immediately. But she did let go a few moments later. Let go and both hands HIGH up in the air with SPIRIT FINGERS as her jaw dropped to the floor. "COFFEE AND A CROISSANT?!" she shrieked. "Oh no no no, that is FAR from a nutritional meal. No WONDER you are suffering from O.O.P.S. Over HALF the calories in a croissant are from FAT. BUTTER! OH no no NOOOOOOOOo you MUST have one of my Vegan Witch's Brew potions IMMEDIATELY." She instructed as she pulled a bottle off one of the nearby tables, one that was an eerie green colour, removed the stopper, and thrust it at him. "I insist. You need a balanced diet to handle your stress most effectively!"



>___<

Sweet Circe, someone tell him the woman did not just...her face...smeared all over his arm like that. hjsfkGFsabvskCd. How in Merlin's beard was this legal? Decree, yes, he would write one the moment he got back to his office. While within Ministry walls everyone MUST maintain a 3 foot distance from each other unless explicitly told otherwise. Someone get her off, PLEASE.

Wasn't long before he broke out into a cold sweat, his nerves twitching further. Even his fingers were in on the twitching game. Gavin hadn't felt his skin crawling like this in the LONGEST time and suddenly it was all coming back to him.

"It's-perfectly-nutritious." His voice was tight in his throat as he spoke, leaving his tone sounding strained. Breath Gavin, just focus on the breathing. That became a little more difficult as she thrust a potion at him. A hand clamped over his mouth and he watched the contents spill. "Are you bloody mad?! Do you even know what that does?" You did not thrust unexplained viles at an ex-potioneer. "Get that thing away from me, you haven't found a thing wrong with me and even if you DID I can make my OWN brew." With that--and yes his hand still firmly clamped over his mouth--Gavin jerked free of her hold.

"I believe I'm done here. Thank you for wasting my time." Just had to get through this sea of people. Merlin more touching. He could never win. The thought had him standing there. How would he make this work.

Magical Soul 08-07-2014 06:06 PM

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Originally Posted by Ravaora Silverkin (Post 11647002)

Eeeeekkkkkkkk!!!!

Such rapid and uncontrolled limb motion!! Ravaora watched with a wide eyed fascination as the man's frustration built. Quick tempered. Easily irritated. Obviously stressed and in need of sedation--those reflexes........"You must be on edge." She started slowly as she made a slow advance toward him, syringe posed in hand. So tense this one. It was obvious what he had and becoming obvious of a second symptom as well. "Here, let me help you. This job can be so stressful." Sloooooowly drawing closer, syringe with green liquid inside that would make him HAPPY for a loooong time. "Come now Mr. Grumpykins."

WHOOOAAAA sound the alarm! He was BABBLING rubbish! "MERLIN DIDN'T HAVE FLUFFY SLIPPERS SIR!!!" See why this needle in hand was necessary? If he wasn't careful the one with yellow would be next.

On edge? ON edge? on EDGE? "I will have you know, miss, I've been keeping my nerves at bay in court for fifteen years, I am never on edge." Except now. Crouching down on the floor trying to find what was left of his prosecutor!dignity.

And she had a syringe in hand. A SYRINGE. What was this, the fastest, silliest, least professional exam in the history of exams? No. She was not getting anywhere near him with that needle. Vic stood up, his hand pressed against his wand in case he needed to succumb to extreme measures with this mental case. "Only my sister's allowed to call me Grumpykins. It's copyrighted. I can sue you." With every step the woman took, he'd take an equal backward one. And for good measure, he started pushing whatever tables and things between them to keep her away from him, even the stretcher.

Did he even have to answer that? "No sense of humor or sarcasm, I believe the left side of your brain is significantly damage." He started giving her some of her own medicine. "You're screeching, this is an overreaction for a joke. Someone should sit you down and see what lies deep down beyond your collected Healer face." WHERE WAS SECURITY DANGIT.

Lislchen 08-07-2014 06:33 PM

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Originally Posted by Ravaora Silverkin (Post 11647332)
A mirror? As it so happened, Ravaora DID have a mirror. "Hold that thought." Crossing the room, the rummaged around in her bag for a minute then pulled up a small palm mirror. "You have have a look for yourself." And as casual as anything else in the world she reached over and gave the woman a nice smack to the cheek and a pinch. There, nice and rosie and full of colour again. Here you go, Love.

"Well why wouldn't I be sure? I've seen these signs and symptoms before. Luckily you aren't the worst I've seen and you could certainly be worse but we're here to make sure that never happens." BEEEEAAAMMMM. Merlin, saving lives was such a fulfilling career. She could see herself doing this the rest of her life.

As for suggestions..."That's the best part! Remember the reformation I spoke of earlier? We'll be running several little seminars to get everyone back on the right track. You will need to attend if you want these symptoms brought under control and I can have something prescribed. Now then, please leave so I can save someone else from the greedy clutches of death." ^___^

Oh good. The Healer had a mirror. So Alysson could see for herself. She leaned forward slightly, tilting her head to the side so she could get a good look at her cheek when.......

"OUCH!" Had the Healer just SLAPPED AND PINCHED HER CHEEK???

Alysson's hand had immediately landed on her thigh over her dress where her wand was hidden. What on Earth...?? And the Healer had done it so casually too. Not like she'd just assaulted an innocent Ministry worker. And now she talking about her symptoms and how she was seriously ill again. "What is wrong with you?" She'd had enough of this. She wasn't sick! Or at least she had nothing on her face that would suggest that. What kind of Healer was this? Had she even told her her name? Why was she here? What was going on?

SEMINARS..........???????

Taking a step back, AWAY from the woman, Alysson narrowed her eyes slightly. "You truly believe that seminars will help cure an illness that allegedly affected my face?" How? If it was a rash she'd have to put something on it or take something. Not take part in a seminar. And now the Healer was kicking her out. "Who's your supervisor?" Seriously, this was ridiculous. She'd have to talk to Emily about this.

kayquilz 08-07-2014 09:20 PM

xD
 
SPOILER!!: Derek and CrazyHealer
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Originally Posted by Hey Ju (Post 11647337)

This was not happening, this was not happening, THIS WAS ACTUALLY HAPPENING. MERLIN, WHY HIM??

Derek tried pushing the healer's hands away but she was pumping at his chest with such force - and he was still dizzy and not breathing properly - that he could barely move his arms. Also, awkward position too. But she was KILLING HIM!!

Someone else seemed to be intervening and said something about giving him a heart attack. NO, HE COULDN'T HAVE A HEART ATT-- Merlin, help him, PLEASE HELP HIM. Derek moved his hands randomly and tried to make the healer get away from him, but he was feeling sick again and the woman was way too loud and he couldn't even think that well anymore because THIS WAS JUST HORRIBLE.

The woman told him to slow his breathing. THAT was what he was trying to do since he got there!!!! "CAN'T!" The lab technician yelped in between pumps. They had gotten less aggresive for a moment and he even tried to get up as the healer did something to the other person next to them. Derek didn't exactly see what it was because he was too busy trying to push the woman's hands away from him while sitting up.

He should stop being so bloody dizzy! He should have things under CONTROL, FOR MERLIN'S SAKE. "Don't!" Was all he was able to say as he held his right hand up as if to keep her AWAY from him as he tried to scoot away and catch his breath while trying his best not to PUKE.



Ember made her ANGRIEST FACE EVER before....that happened...well then. The sharp and tiny pain of the noodle made her eyes NARROW before--oh my.

Ember suddenly blinked a lot, stumble backward, and caught a hold of the healer's shoulder. She suddenly felt so cloudy that she forgot what was going on. She noticed Derek. Oh. "Hi, Derek-" she said softly, her voice as airy as her head was feeling right now. She then smiled at the Healer woman. "Hi." she said again, and she suddenly giggled....and giggled.....

And giggled.

AND GIGGLED UNTIL SHE COULDN'T STOP. And Ember had to take deeeeeeeeeep breaths to get out of that--but she was grinning lazily, and stood up straight, and eyed the two of them--whaaaat was happening again? OH right. She grabbed a goldfish from the ground and stuck it in her mouth. Dirt never hurt. "This is yummy. Maybe you should eat some sugar and be happy..." her voice was still just floating, and she giggled as she swaaaaayed, grabbing the Healer Woman's shoulder again..

Wow.

Cool as a Cucumber. Cuember. CUEMBER. Ember started laughing again just thinking about herself as a cucumber...

Wandastian Epitaph 08-07-2014 10:27 PM

SPOILER!!: The PROFESSIONALS of St. Mungo's and poor, POOR Williamson
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Originally Posted by Loranys Lilyfield (Post 11646951)
Stretcher carrying Mr. Hottie McHotter (BanaBatGirl) floating behind her, Loranys FRANTICALLY kicked open the door to the technology lounge with her heels and let out a shrill banshee shriek for her bestest friend in the WHOLE WIDE WORLD.

"RAVAORA! Ravaora I need your assistance at ONCE. This is an emergency! This man is suffering from O.O.P.S, pruritusism, zuccherotosis, AND loquentes ieiuniumtis!"

And let's not even get started on his nutrition and choice of pet.

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Originally Posted by BanaBatGirl (Post 11646967)
SPOILER!!: The Crazy Loranys




For the LOVE of CIRCE......! William had NOT just been STRAPPED DOWN and SILENCED by this woman! Wasn't she here to save his life, not PREVENT AIR from getting to his nose and mouth!!!

He was really starting to panic now, with all these additional diagnoses and the "Healer" screaming for a Ravanora. What was that even?! Some kind of potion?!! WAS SHE GOING TO KILL HIM?!!! WAS SHE ONE OF THOSE "Death Angel" HEALERS?!?!?!!!!!!!

"Haaaaaaaallllllllllllllllllllllllllpppppppppppppp pppppppppp," William did his best to moan from the stretcher. Somebody, anybody! He could barely even turn his head to see who all was IN this technology center!!!!

[QUOTE=Ravaora Silverkin;11647002]

Oh dear sweet Merlin, Circe above, was the woman scratching?? She was! The way her hand moved across her cheek like that surely couldn't have been coincidence! Ravaora wracked her mind, trying to remember if this was contagious but of course it couldn't be or she would have been scratching too by now. The healer wagged her finger in reprimand. "Don't scratch it, Love, you'll only infect the area further." Then they would be in some serious trouble. Didn't want that, right?

She noted the disoriented look of the woman, like she was looking for something but there was nothing to be sought in this room. Sigh. It truly was setting in, wasn't it-- hdsfkvjf and that rambling she was doing!! Nevermind it had only been one question, it was one question too many!!!

"There is nothing wrong with your face that we cannot fix." Such a trooper she was, denying the inevitable in the face of death. It was almost sad. Tragic really. "But things are most certainly not alright. You have acute Pruritusism, confudosis and the beginnings of what can only be classified as Loquentes Ieiuniumtis categorized by scratching, disorientation and rambling respectively--NOT TO WORRY, we've seen worse cases." Ravaora reached for her clipboard and made a few jottings then thwacked a blue sticky post it on her forward followed by a purple. "There, now you can begin receiving the adequate help you need." Weren't colours FUN? "Any questions before you go?"



The nonchalance was going nowhere with this one and she noticed it clung to his outer person even as he made his way behind her into the examination room. With a flick of her wand the door slammed shut forever at which point she gave him a once over. Still, this nonchalance...he might have been one of her most serious cases but he had no idea. Ravaora took a device and pressed it to his neck. "Normal heart rate..." Her hand smacked lightly against his cheek next. "Rough texture..."

Oh yes, she saw, she saw very clearly and it was no wonder she hadn't picked it up earlier. The Healer circled him once, given him another once over before, "How do you feel about clowns?--I need you to tell me a joke, Sir." Yes, got on it. Make her laugh, prove her wrong.

Or perhaps prove her right, there was an injection for everything afterall.



"A break you say? No better break than giving me the chance to get your check up underway. It won't take long and surely you know you can't check yourself." Professionals such as themselves were above that level of thinking so yes Mr. Cresswell, we'd LOVE to have a go at you.

So tense, he seemed and she already had a few conclusions she'd drawn on. Just needed him alone in a room with a couple prodding equipment and the truth would be uncovered in no time.

"Right this way if you will." But really he had no choice.



And here the confused look persisted. If the young woman kept this up, Ravaora wouldn't need an entire check up to tell her what was wrong. This poor POOR dear. Still so young. She bet she hadn't had the opportunity to live her life to the fullest yet she was already losing brain function. What a cruel world they lived in inside this graveyard in disguise. That's all this place really was.

Better start out simple, speak slow enough so her brain could keep up. "Can you tell me what year the Mole People invaded New York City?" With the confused, you always needed to know how aware they were of current affairs. Perhaps the damage was not nearly as extensive. "And who is the current Minister for Magic....in Czechoslovakia?" Hmmmmm?

While she questioned, she prodded lightly at her arms, her face, her stomach. Just checking for nervous system responses, don't mind us.



Did no one else SEE how slowly she put away her reading material?? Her motor function was decreasing. How tragic! Never to walk the lonely road again because she wouldn't be walking. Despite the decrease happening in the arms, everyone knew the legs would ultimately be the first to go. Perhaps one day while in those heels....those heels. "Why do you wear those?" Important question.

Ah but here they had another confused one as well. Asking an abundance of questions, rambling on as she did as if she couldn't help herself. The processes in her mind must have been going too fast!! DEFINITELY COULDN'T WAIT, NOPE, THIS ONE WAS A TICKING TIME BOMB.

"This situation, yes." Ravaora explained as she led her into the room. "You must first understand how serious this is. How long have you been rambling? Childhood? New found habit? Why do you think you do it?" Would her brain process all those? Perhaps she should have slowed down. Mid questioning she reached forward and flicked the woman in the head once....twice...thrice...what was the reaction time here?



Eeeeekkkkkkkk!!!!

Such rapid and uncontrolled limb motion!! Ravaora watched with a wide eyed fascination as the man's frustration built. Quick tempered. Easily irritated. Obviously stressed and in need of sedation--those reflexes........"You must be on edge." She started slowly as she made a slow advance toward him, syringe posed in hand. So tense this one. It was obvious what he had and becoming obvious of a second symptom as well. "Here, let me help you. This job can be so stressful." Sloooooowly drawing closer, syringe with green liquid inside that would make him HAPPY for a loooong time. "Come now Mr. Grumpykins."

WHOOOAAAA sound the alarm! He was BABBLING rubbish! "MERLIN DIDN'T HAVE FLUFFY SLIPPERS SIR!!!" See why this needle in hand was necessary? If he wasn't careful the one with yellow would be next.




Could she find the door? Would she have to lead the way? Because she would you know. Ravaora was here to HELP and if people within the Ministry were starting to lose their sight one was expected to be extra helpful. Not much of a talker she noted as well. Closing the door behind her she looked to the hesitant young woman--that was it, wasn't it?? The hesitancy, the uncertainty....Merlin why didn't she see this sooner. "How long have you been working here?" It could already be too late but she still had to TRY.



Just as she'd gotten through with another of the dying she heard her name above the hum and buzz of the room. Oh, Wandastian! The Healer smiled, making her way over. "I thought you'd be offering your assistance to those on the lower levels." Was it that they didn't trust the Healers at the Ministry? Absolutely.

"I like to think I've made excellent progress up here." As proven by all the people who now knew for a fact they were dying. They were most welcome. She was here to help.



The short responses only continued despite Ravaora's BEST efforts to stir up a riveting conversation between the two. Such a shame it was, it seemed her speech function really was being run down to nothing. There might have been a shot for that...or a potion but they were hardly prepared for a case such as hers.

Aaaand she was a none toucher. "Fear of contact." She noted with a scribble to her board as she entered the room. While they were on this, for someone that didn't say much in any one go, she spoke a lot....rambled even...went off on tangents. Ravaora was lucky to keep up!!! Yessss, quite alarming to say the least. "Would you prefer to sit? Weak in the knees? How long has this problem persisted?" But by all means the woman could sit. It would make the injection go by easier if it came to that. Just a thought.

"How often do you come in contact with people?" Or did she run for the hills the moment it was initiated. Could be anything. Anything so just in case Ravaora began preparing a syringe. "This has been known to cure even the most dead of men." She promised, giving the needle a light flick. If your legs didn't want to wake, they obviously needed a waker upper.

"So, tell me, do you eat at the food court here?"

SPOILER!!: Alex
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Originally Posted by PhoenixRising (Post 11646913)
WHAT even was all that about? Alex couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at this woman, something no doubt she would probably pick up on and accuse her of having some other disorder. Did she just call her crazy? She smiled at that. Honestly, did the woman fail to see that she was already working in an institution where crazy was a job requirement. She did find herself leaning back though when the 'healer' leaned in waaaaayyyyyy close to her. Personal space. Professionalism. Honestly.

She gave an apologetic smile towards her floormate though when he replied back about it being easier to send them all home for the day. Did he not see though? Sending them all home for the day without reason would be cause for suspicion. BUT if they sent them all to St Mungos for 'care' well there wouldn't be anything they could do about it. Nonetheless she gave her floormate a 'we'll talk later' look, as she turned obediently toward the 'healer' and followed her into the examination room.

"Sorry to interrupt your examination process, but I am in working shape and haven't had any issues." So she was healthy, really.

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Originally Posted by PhoenixRising (Post 11646913)

Ravaora's radar was aaaallll over this one. The way she kept eyeing her, all the leaning away she was doing. Telling signs indeed and the moment she got back into the examination room she was taking notes. "Would you consider yourself suspicious of most things and most people? Hmmmm? Suspicious of me? Of this needle?" No worries, we won't be using it on you....unless of course...the woman became uncooperative, then they would run into some problems.

Interruption indeed. The Healer glanced up from the syringe and toward Miss Pushy. "Rambling as well....." Scribble scribble scribble. So much to discover with this one and so little time before she had to save yet another from dying. A Healer's work was never done, now was it?

"Would you say you get enough sleep in?"



Wasn't this one a doll? Literally, such nice blonde hair and those cheek bones. Half plastic she was. Not safe for the environment at all--AND NOT SHARING. Why? That was the most important question as Ravaora walked over to the couch. If she had to guess, the young woman was a conspiracy theorist with the idea everyone in this room was infected and she was next. "You don't have to worry. I'm on YOUR side." The Healer whispered loudly, her hands cupped around her mouth and her tone slow as if the girl were either hard of hearing or hard of understanding. Had to get the message out.

"I'll need you to come with me. I can save you from the death chamber if you hurry." Otherwise Ravaora would dutifully turn out for the funeral. Once you met someone you couldn't just NOT attend, it was rude. [b]"Do you need a hand getting up?

Ah hah! Trick question! Bet she never saw that one coming.

SPOILER!!: *can feel the love*




These two Protested FAR too much. Honestly, how did they expect her to do her job? She couldn't save lives if the lives were clinging to the reaper and telling her she may be excused and Ravaora would be damned if she let these two slip through her well manicured fingers. It simply wouldn't be happening on her watch...that...she left back in her office. Huh. Wow. Bad omen right there.

Once inside she turned first to the rambler. "You talk a lot, like A LOT. Classic sign Sweetheart but I know what to do in such a case." Without warning she stuck something in his ear, "Say 'ahhhhhh'" Walking around his chair, she skilfully ignored the walking cane the old man had been on about. If he used the cane, it wouldn't be HER bloody miracle now would it? "This stuttering, have you always had it? How do you feel about dying? Don't you think my job is important?" Sometimes...it was nice to feel appreciated while you worked.

Which brought her to the next one. Mr. Hero Complex. "You don't like being alone do you? It's why you INSISTED on coming in with Mr. Clarke here--it's okay, no need to explain. I understand. You've got deeply routed trust issues stemming from all the horrors you've seen in this place."

Her heart went out to him, with every beat she could feel his anguish and was right her with the sedating syringe once he took a seat because those arms, those muscle, rawr. Had to get a feel before he was a goner, you know?



Oh wow! This one was changing colour without her having smacked him first!!

!!!

!!!!!

How exciting!!--Yet tragic, so so tragic. Was he another lost soul come for the little help he may receive? She knew the type well, she'd seen enough of them since the morning began. if you asked her, he looked nothing but uneasy, even more so after yelling happened somewhere in the room. Wait...she knew that look.

"MERLIN'S GREAT GROGGY BEARD HE'S HAVING A HEART ATTACK!!" Nooooooo!!! Ravaora rushed over to the man and tackled him to the floor. "Not to worry Sir, I know exactly what to do." She began pumping at his chest aggressively, like they did in those muggle movies where every second counted.

"You will LIVE dammit!!"

SPOILER!!: Healer Bestie and Mr. Hottie McHotter




Hold the snitch! That shrill screeching!!! Loranys!! Ravaora whipped around at the sudden call to action and practically FLEW over to her bestfriend and the patie---"Hopping hippogriffs!!!" The Healer's eyes were WIDE as she leaned forward with all the care in the medical world. Just look at him. Hardly able to move, the poor dear. His motor skills must have been going too. She'd seen a few like that since morning. This place got more tragic by the hour.

"So many.....so.....many....." DISEASES. She turned to Loranys. "Have you told him he's dying as yet?" Because that was HER job best friend or not. Eyes still wide, she turned to the obviously disoriented--or delusional if he was asking for help when help was RIGHT HERE--man. Ravaora placed her hand to his face and sighed deeply. "If it's the last thing I do. You will LIVE! Living is what we DO, OKAY??"

She just needed to get him to the room and he would be properly taken care of, him and all his lovely muscle. Oh yes, this one was nice, he would have to live for sure. "Do you mind giving a watch for me?" She asked as she prepared to leave. No time to waste!


It was a thing of BEAUTY, watching these two ladies labor and take such great PRIDE in their work. TRULY INSPIRATIONAL. If Wandastian had the time to give them the unlimited SNAPS they deserved...Well, he'd do so...BUT LIVES needed SAVING.

Poor, POOR employee, however. He'd heard the woman, had he not? He'd been on death's door stoop. And Loranys had taking a liking to the fellow. Lucky man, he was. Didn't he realize how accomplished Ms. Lilyfield was? One of the best Healers in the country, she was.

"Unfortunately, I'm only down here for a short moment...Healer Donovan seems utterly strained and incapable dealing under the circumstances. Loranys, I believe his diet will need a thorough review."

When the time came, Wandy would attend to Healer Donovan himself. The man was just simply too troubled to carry on without the proper assessments....and possibly a potion or two.

"We'll rendezvous later, lovelies." Yes, he was forever in awe of his coworkers. Such professionalism. Oh, me! Oh, MY!

SPOILER!!: PhoenixStar
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Originally Posted by PhoenixStar (Post 11646976)
Who exactly was this man talking to? Ainsley looked around to see if somebody was waiting on a potion. When nobody stepped up to claim the bottle, she realized that it was meant for her. She just stared at the man for a moment. "How very sweet of you."But how did he know that she needed to calm down? Normally Ainsley was super laid back and didn't cause any waves, but the stress of her job was getting to her lately. "And this is what exactly, my dear?" Her eye started to twitch.

She wasn't up for just blindly taking something. What if she was allergic to an ingredient? Shouldn't there be some kind of screening before you went and gave random people potions? Ainsley was skeptical. The blonde thought this whole health screen was fishy.


"This potion will only calm and relax you, ma'am. I promise...as a professional from one of the most revered wizarding medical facilities in the world, I would only seek to help. Not harm."

"It's simply to relax you...All the ingredients are organic." Loranys insisted as much. Organic health meant organic life! "It's just...you seem so stressed, ma'am." That was nearly UNRESTRAINED panic in her eyes! Wandy knew the signs!

It would turn into a nasty bit of business if he had to ensure she took the potion. Idly, he checked his watch.

SPOILER!!: Loranys and the Senior Undersecretary
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Originally Posted by DaniDiNardo (Post 11647009)
He. Didn't. Want to. Be here.

How obvious was this? Couldn't they tell from the look on his face? The better question was, didn't that Mr. Epitaph know when his Healers were not wanted nor were the needed? Health checks, it was a joke and a rather non-amusing one at that. As the Senior Underscretary had tried to explain, there was nothing wrong with the employees working within the Ministry, no matter what reports they got from elsewhere.

With the deepest scowl set in place and his hands buried deep into the pockets of his pants, the man made his entrance. Like everyone else, he had an appointment, and he'd shown up on time so he wouldn't be forced to mingle.

"Gavin Isaacs, Senior Undersecretary." Let's hurry this thing along, shall we? There was a madwoman tackling someone to the ground and another with Williamson. Poor bloke. Just one of those better you than me scenarios in truth. Personal space, he would stay over here and keep his.

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Originally Posted by Loranys Lilyfield (Post 11647011)
SPOILER!!: my future husband & bestie



Leaping leprechauns! Did Ravaora hear that? DID she hear the way he was continuing to ramble despite the gentle care she had already bestowed upon him? Oh sweet Merlin he was getting WORSE. He might not even make it to their wedding day!

"Ooooooooooooooooooh my Meeeeeeeeeeeerlin, you fear that as well?" she gasped, both hands over her chest and hair looking especially frizzy. Only, unlike her bestie, Loranys had a better bedside manner and didn't outright tell her patients they were dying. "Oh PLEASE, you have to, you just have to. I know this is AWFULLY unprofessional...but I just KNOW. You know? YOU KNOW!" And of course her bestie would KNOW what she was talking about. "I am sure I brought some of my potions for the more extreme cases along with us. Use whatever you think is necessary."

HEAL HIM!

"I need to go to the other examination point, but DON'T hesitate to contact me if things take a turn for the worst!"

Because she would totally be able to find someone to perform the wedding ceremony before he passed. Then she could be Mirs Loranys Lobelia McHotter.

She was just about to clip clop her way out of the room when Heart Throb McGav entered. She could TOTALLY afford a few more minutes here. Besides, she would need a backup in case Hottie McHotter didn't make it out.

"Ooooooooooh, right THIS way, Mr. Undersecretary," she giggled as she avoiding a flirtatious slip-up of his title, but only just barely. She swiftly, but carefully, slipped her arm under his so she could escort him to the designated area. "Just a few nyahaha routine checks and questions and you will be all set."

She had already taken note of the way he had been trying to isolated himself. Not a good sign, not at all. It could only mean ONE thing.

"Tell me, what have you had to eat today?" Oh dear future husband number two.


Oh, if it wasn't the Senior Undersecretary....The man that had made all THIS possible. Wandastian brightly grinned as Loranys descended upon him.

Don't worry, Mr. Isaacs. All will be well and fine soon. That's what they were there for. Reforms! Health awareness! Dietary awareness!

SPOILER!!: Govoni
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Originally Posted by Govoni (Post 11647203)

Anthony was rather fed up. Could you TELL he was fed up? Because MERLIN, he WAS FED UP!

Prepared to do battle with this woman, again...the term was used loosely, the Department Head stalked forward, pulling his wand. If they wanted to make something of it, they could take it up with the Minister himself. Mr. Sherman Clark suffered from old age. Not....whatever they'd said.

Merlin, they didn't even sound like legit illnesses.

...but they were already disappearing into a room. He took a moment...and a few breathes to compose himself. It was true. These Healers had the ability to drive one to insanity.


"It's going to be very straight forward. I'm going to do some vital checks...and then you'll be free to go." Nope, he wasn't subjecting people to whatever else. He had started to...but no. Not now. Too fed up. The Department Head wanted to be DONE here so he could attend to other business on his level. There were contracts he'd been meant to work on today.

There was simply NO TIME for this ridiculousness.

Anthony went ahead and slipped on some latex gloves. "Just get comfortable, Mr. Mora. I'll be quick."...and he could make up things for his file. That was Anthony's current level of caring. Zero.


WHY was there ANOTHER St. Mungo's person down here? WHY?

Merlin, the screeching...



Wait, what?!

"Excuse me, but I respectfully decline." He'd been in this same room with THAT woman for hours now. He had no doubts she was certifiable...and tackling people, hitting them in the head...Ahem. NOT for him, thank you very much!

Yes, Anthony refused to die that way. There was still so much to see...

"I'll just get back to work..." Yep...just going to get right on that...


"Name and department?" Quickly...before you get snatched up by Nutter #1 and Nutter #2 over there.

...and WHY was that Epitaph guy down here? What was the purpose of THREE St. Mungo's Healers in one place? Was Bradley okay?

Merlin, could the employees SEE the utter panic in his eyes?!


NO, no...Get it over with now, mate. No need for them to be tracking you down later.

Anthony got the distinct feeling they would that sort of thing. Their combined crazy felt at about that level.

"Name and department." Hurry.


...and Merlin, did one that actually LOOKED an anxious mess have to show up? This was what they wanted! To make the Ministry look incapable and incompetent.

Maybe. Anthony didn't generally speak Nutter.

"Relax. Name and department."...but QUICKLY, please. Please, before you're SEEN.


Oh, did Healer Cresswell thing he was immune to these VERY IMPORTANT checks? Wandastian stepped forward and lightly patted the man on his shoulder. The motion was distinctly awkward.

"Don't you worry, Healer Cresswell. Ravaora will see to you personally. She's fully adept at handling the issues that accumulate when you're knackered and spent from years in government offices." Oh, there was no more stressful a job than that of the political kind.

"When you've completed the evaluations you're currently working on, please see her. Immediately. Thank you."

Had he heard that? No, no room for arguments! This was a SERIOUS matter. The longer he waited, the worse off he'd be.

SPOILER!!: Fira
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Originally Posted by Fira (Post 11647387)
Health evaluations?

Was this a joke? Seriously, who was in the desperate need of a health check? Josh Carter believed he was perfectly healthy. Thank you. But apparently he had to make it to this appointment. This man knew one thing; he didn't like hospitals and he didn't like healers or doctors. Not that he had something against them personally. He just didn't like the progress of examination and the...clean, overly hygienic interior of a hospital which always had annoying colours around and an odd smell coming with it.

And it didn't take much time for the auror to realise that this place totally looked like a hospital once he walked in.

There were people around...naturally. But what was he supposed to do now? Moreover...what were those healers looking for? Whatever they were going to do to him, Josh hoped they would just not dare touch his scars. Especially the one over his eye.

*ahem*

"Hello?"


Oh, before he wandered off, Wandastian supposed he could see to this man. The O.O.P.S. was STRONG with this one. An the SCARS! This poor, POOR young fellow! What had he been subjected to while working at this facility? Oh, ME....OH, MY!

"Sir, please. Let me attend to you at once. How are you feeling?" He might not have looked particularly angry at the moment, but that DID NOT mean an episode wasn't just around the corner. Wandy had seen it all before. So tragic. So, utterly DISASTROUS and HORRIBLE. Given the scars, Wandastian didn't want to take a chance with a potion vial. Circe help him if he repeated the earlier woman's tantrum!

"Ravaora! Syringe!"


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