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sweetpinkpixie · 06-23-2022, 08:52 AM

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EIJI RASTING | PLUS ONE OF MISSA RENALDI
CAVERN ENTRANCE

Disgruntled was always the understatement when applied to one Eiji Rasting and his attitude towards any and all Ministry functions. The label of 'Minister's grandson' was not one he was particularly fond of, even if he may have once or twice during his Hogwarts days leaned into it with a bit of a snooty attitude towards something he was not fond of. But this time, when Missa had shown him the invitation, he had put up no fight and simply added the date to his calendar. After all they had been through over the past month or so, he was just glad to see his girlfriend getting out of bed and being active. With the tabloids moving on to other scandals and conspiracy theories as well, it felt like at least some of the weight had been lifted from both their shoulders.

Which was good...because...he had very weak shoulders and even weaker arms. The twig life was one the former Slytherin had learned to embrace and left the muscular strength to his girlfriend. It looked better on her anyway.

Which, speaking of, he had noticed her attire tonight. And not for the reasons one would assume an incredibly whipped boyfriend to be. That was there too, but something else was nagging his thoughts. Something that he would tuck away for another time. For now...he was just relieved to be out of that submarine and moving around more freely. "I don't think I will either," he nodded in agreement while adjusting his bowtie with his free hand. Was she seeing the sorts of materials and ingredients here? So many things that, obviously, could not be found above land and would do well as additions to his collections. Not to mention fetch a pretty galleon on the market. It was just...a matter of collecting things and doing so in a manner that would not cause his law enforcing love of his life any grief. It was a thin red line with which he tread upon. "You hungry?" he inquired with a casual nod in the direction of the buffet. "Maybe we'll find something delicious enough to pocket and take home with us."

It was a joke. Sort of. Not really. He had phials in his pockets.

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CHARLES HOLLINGBERRY | MINISTER FOR MAGIC
CORAL REEF BAR

Charles was, still, coaxing himself in the name of diplomacy to take a sip of this beverage and was so honed in on the glass in his hand that he did not noticed he had been joined by an employee from Ecological Regulation and Protection - or else he would have offered a proper greeting and, perhaps, attempt to rope the young man in with a spirit round of cheers. Nor was he aware of the arrival of his grandson and girlfriend. This was...probably for the best. His heart had calmed itself, but he was certain that it would break all over again once he spent time in their company. Inevitable, to be sure, and he would most likely be wrapping Missa up in a grandfatherly hug. Again.

What did draw his attention, however, was the arrival of Hugo over to the coral reef bar...who also took one of the beverages Charles had in hand. "...and in for a galleon," he mused while lifting his own glass up to reciprocate the cheers. Trying not to breath, Charles tipped the glass back to his lips and poured the entirety of the beverage into his mouth - though little bits of seafoam and brine attached themselves to his scruffy beard. It was...like nothing he had ever tasted before. Like an entire sashimi bar in liquid form but with the aftertaste of Tabasco soaked kiwi. One would be enough of these, thank you.

Clearing his throat, eyes watering and smoke swirling out from his ears and nostrils, he lifted the glass to the newest member of the department head team and set it down on the table.

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JOANA VEIGA | DEPARTMENT OF INTERNATIONAL MAGICAL COOPERATION EMPLOYEE
DANCE FLOOR ADJACENT

Sometimes, and only sometimes, Joana elected to indulge in the crazy conceptualizations Eros found himself consumed by. Other times she did not, there was a point at which she could not entirely suspend reality and join him on his soapbox. Other times, like now, she took stabs at her own playful theories...and not always was he picking up what she was putting down. Of course, because of course, now of all times he had to be more practical regarding how Mermish would not likely translate in a studio above sea level...but he could have humored her a little more!

Instead he seemed to be diving into his own thoughts and she found her twirling of one of her strings ceased entirely as she arched a brow at him. "I think the plan is more peaceful co-existence, Eros," she reminded him. Though not entirely privy to all the ins and outs of these diplomatic meetings, she had been keeping her ears and eyes open during her internship the previous year and a half for clues. "But, I mean, maaaaaaybe we can find someone down here for you to settle down with if you insist." she teased, looping her arm through his and offering a bit of an exaggerated grin. "Maybe the Chieftess has offspring. You could be a Prince of Atlantis."

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AIREY FLAMSTEED | DEPARTMENT OF MYSTERIES DEPARTMENT HEAD
ER...A WALL SOMEWHERE AROUND THE DOME

Typically Airey Flamsteed was always keen for any event that permitted him to venture into the more elegant and luxurious part of his closet. Tonight had not brought about the same enthusiasm as it once had despite the certain fondness he carried for the deep burgundy suit he donned this evening. Stationed on one of the last submarines to leave port, the department head could not help but hold out hope that something had changed. That the nightmare conversation had not occurred. Emotionally compromised, he had spent the majority of the journey to Atlantis in silence. Silence and with his nephew (whose arrival had been the final confirmation of the lack of change) constantly pulling him away from the windows or top latch since he had this incessant need to open it. It felt like such a waste to not swim to their location and instead be trapped within these wonders of metal charming and enchantment.

Finally arriving, Airey found himself drawn to the magical barriers surrounding them. Palms pressed against it, an unpleasant and almost rubbery texture to the touch, he gazed out into the depths of the sea with the forlorn look of a cruppy deprived of belly scratch or favorite bit of kibble. An octopus began to swim by, and he found himself humming under his breath a certain tune while leaning forward and pressing his nose against the barrier.

"I'd like to be...under the sea...in an octopus' garden..."

All that water...such beautiful water...

His throat grew rather scratchy and he soon was reaching up to loosen his tie. And then, like Atlas and Aries seeing condensation on the window for the first time, he licked the barrier. How many licks would it take to get to the other side? Maybe he would find out...he was terribly thirsty and the vast expanse of ocean before him distracting him from any and all logic.

Or noticing that his colleague, Peggy, was just over his left shoulder and a few long strides away.

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BECKY RASTING | DEPARTMENT OF ECOLOGICAL REGULATION & PROTECTION EMPLOYEE
EN ROUTE TO THE DINING ROOM

Arm looped around Sam's, Becky Rasting had a very different outlook on the evening than her brother. Though that was hardly something uncommon and she had, in fact, helped him with his outfit for the evening. Eiji Rasting in a suit with a print? It was an achievement for the ages. Her own dress, one she had made herself by deconstructing several old kimono she had purchased in a flea market during her vacation with Sam to Uncle Ryu's home in the mountains of Hakone, was as bold and colorful as the bounce with which she walked.

"Isn't this amazing?" she squealed while hugging her boyfriend's arm. "The only place I can imagine being more magical than this would be a gala among the clouds." Literally dancing on air. She knew Sam was not one for these sorts of functions, but at least a Ministry gala provided a bit more sophistication than university parties did. Not that she ever really attended those to begin with. "I have a new department head this year," she informed him, doing her usual information dump so he did not feel so overwhelmed in the sea of unfamiliar faces. "She is very compassionate, beautiful both inside and out. I'm always nervous with a transition of power, so it's been a relief." Which meant Becky was still very much happy with her role in the level four greenhouse. "Should we go see where we are seated? Or...have a quick chat with Ms Laplace? She seems a bit ---" Becky suddenly began bouncing even more enthuastically on her feet, her heels gently clanking against the dark pearly floor. "Sam! Sam look! It's a school of fish!" Swimming RIGHT through the area in a colorful swirl. "They look like flower petals blowing in the wind."

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sweetpinkpixie Wizarding World RPG Admin Minister for Magic DoM & MO Alley Proprietor Romanian Longhorn Join Date: Aug 2010 Location: The Paths Posts: 39,356 Hogwarts RPG Name: Anna Walles Hufflepuff Sixth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Sage Ransom-Kruus Slytherin Sixth Year Ministry RPG Name: Charles Hollingberry Minister's Office Ministry RPG Name: Airey Flamsteed Mysteries Diagon Alley Employee: Zachaël Lufkin Owl Post x12 x12	general locations in gray :3 lots of mentions ss whaa face tries to be organized astronomizzle ♧ gryffinDORK \| & the rest is drag ♣ #badluckDerf · • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • · EIJI RASTING \| PLUS ONE OF MISSA RENALDI CAVERN ENTRANCE Disgruntled was always the understatement when applied to one Eiji Rasting and his attitude towards any and all Ministry functions. The label of 'Minister's grandson' was not one he was particularly fond of, even if he may have once or twice during his Hogwarts days leaned into it with a bit of a snooty attitude towards something he was not fond of. But this time, when Missa had shown him the invitation, he had put up no fight and simply added the date to his calendar. After all they had been through over the past month or so, he was just glad to see his girlfriend getting out of bed and being active. With the tabloids moving on to other scandals and conspiracy theories as well, it felt like at least some of the weight had been lifted from both their shoulders. Which was good...because...he had very weak shoulders and even weaker arms. The twig life was one the former Slytherin had learned to embrace and left the muscular strength to his girlfriend. It looked better on her anyway. Which, speaking of, he had noticed her attire tonight. And not for the reasons one would assume an incredibly whipped boyfriend to be. That was there too, but something else was nagging his thoughts. Something that he would tuck away for another time. For now...he was just relieved to be out of that submarine and moving around more freely. "I don't think I will either," he nodded in agreement while adjusting his bowtie with his free hand. Was she seeing the sorts of materials and ingredients here? So many things that, obviously, could not be found above land and would do well as additions to his collections. Not to mention fetch a pretty galleon on the market. It was just...a matter of collecting things and doing so in a manner that would not cause his law enforcing love of his life any grief. It was a thin red line with which he tread upon. "You hungry?" he inquired with a casual nod in the direction of the buffet. "Maybe we'll find something delicious enough to pocket and take home with us." It was a joke. Sort of. Not really. He had phials in his pockets. · • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • · CHARLES HOLLINGBERRY \| MINISTER FOR MAGIC CORAL REEF BAR Charles was, still, coaxing himself in the name of diplomacy to take a sip of this beverage and was so honed in on the glass in his hand that he did not noticed he had been joined by an employee from Ecological Regulation and Protection - or else he would have offered a proper greeting and, perhaps, attempt to rope the young man in with a spirit round of cheers. Nor was he aware of the arrival of his grandson and girlfriend. This was...probably for the best. His heart had calmed itself, but he was certain that it would break all over again once he spent time in their company. Inevitable, to be sure, and he would most likely be wrapping Missa up in a grandfatherly hug. Again. What did draw his attention, however, was the arrival of Hugo over to the coral reef bar...who also took one of the beverages Charles had in hand. "...and in for a galleon," he mused while lifting his own glass up to reciprocate the cheers. Trying not to breath, Charles tipped the glass back to his lips and poured the entirety of the beverage into his mouth - though little bits of seafoam and brine attached themselves to his scruffy beard. It was...like nothing he had ever tasted before. Like an entire sashimi bar in liquid form but with the aftertaste of Tabasco soaked kiwi. One would be enough of these, thank you. Clearing his throat, eyes watering and smoke swirling out from his ears and nostrils, he lifted the glass to the newest member of the department head team and set it down on the table. · • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • · JOANA VEIGA \| DEPARTMENT OF INTERNATIONAL MAGICAL COOPERATION EMPLOYEE DANCE FLOOR ADJACENT Sometimes, and only sometimes, Joana elected to indulge in the crazy conceptualizations Eros found himself consumed by. Other times she did not, there was a point at which she could not entirely suspend reality and join him on his soapbox. Other times, like now, she took stabs at her own playful theories...and not always was he picking up what she was putting down. Of course, because of course, now of all times he had to be more practical regarding how Mermish would not likely translate in a studio above sea level...but he could have humored her a little more! Instead he seemed to be diving into his own thoughts and she found her twirling of one of her strings ceased entirely as she arched a brow at him. "I think the plan is more peaceful co-existence, Eros," she reminded him. Though not entirely privy to all the ins and outs of these diplomatic meetings, she had been keeping her ears and eyes open during her internship the previous year and a half for clues. "But, I mean, maaaaaaybe we can find someone down here for you to settle down with if you insist." she teased, looping her arm through his and offering a bit of an exaggerated grin. "Maybe the Chieftess has offspring. You could be a Prince of Atlantis." · • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • · AIREY FLAMSTEED \| DEPARTMENT OF MYSTERIES DEPARTMENT HEAD ER...A WALL SOMEWHERE AROUND THE DOME Typically Airey Flamsteed was always keen for any event that permitted him to venture into the more elegant and luxurious part of his closet. Tonight had not brought about the same enthusiasm as it once had despite the certain fondness he carried for the deep burgundy suit he donned this evening. Stationed on one of the last submarines to leave port, the department head could not help but hold out hope that something had changed. That the nightmare conversation had not occurred. Emotionally compromised, he had spent the majority of the journey to Atlantis in silence. Silence and with his nephew (whose arrival had been the final confirmation of the lack of change) constantly pulling him away from the windows or top latch since he had this incessant need to open it. It felt like such a waste to not swim to their location and instead be trapped within these wonders of metal charming and enchantment. Finally arriving, Airey found himself drawn to the magical barriers surrounding them. Palms pressed against it, an unpleasant and almost rubbery texture to the touch, he gazed out into the depths of the sea with the forlorn look of a cruppy deprived of belly scratch or favorite bit of kibble. An octopus began to swim by, and he found himself humming under his breath a certain tune while leaning forward and pressing his nose against the barrier. "I'd like to be...under the sea...in an octopus' garden..." All that water...such beautiful water... His throat grew rather scratchy and he soon was reaching up to loosen his tie. And then, like Atlas and Aries seeing condensation on the window for the first time, he licked the barrier. How many licks would it take to get to the other side? Maybe he would find out...he was terribly thirsty and the vast expanse of ocean before him distracting him from any and all logic. Or noticing that his colleague, Peggy, was just over his left shoulder and a few long strides away. · • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • · BECKY RASTING \| DEPARTMENT OF ECOLOGICAL REGULATION & PROTECTION EMPLOYEE EN ROUTE TO THE DINING ROOM Arm looped around Sam's, Becky Rasting had a very different outlook on the evening than her brother. Though that was hardly something uncommon and she had, in fact, helped him with his outfit for the evening. Eiji Rasting in a suit with a print? It was an achievement for the ages. Her own dress, one she had made herself by deconstructing several old kimono she had purchased in a flea market during her vacation with Sam to Uncle Ryu's home in the mountains of Hakone, was as bold and colorful as the bounce with which she walked. "Isn't this amazing?" she squealed while hugging her boyfriend's arm. "The only place I can imagine being more magical than this would be a gala among the clouds." Literally dancing on air. She knew Sam was not one for these sorts of functions, but at least a Ministry gala provided a bit more sophistication than university parties did. Not that she ever really attended those to begin with. "I have a new department head this year," she informed him, doing her usual information dump so he did not feel so overwhelmed in the sea of unfamiliar faces. "She is very compassionate, beautiful both inside and out. I'm always nervous with a transition of power, so it's been a relief." Which meant Becky was still very much happy with her role in the level four greenhouse. "Should we go see where we are seated? Or...have a quick chat with Ms Laplace? She seems a bit ---" Becky suddenly began bouncing even more enthuastically on her feet, her heels gently clanking against the dark pearly floor. "Sam! Sam look! It's a school of fish!" Swimming RIGHT through the area in a colorful swirl. "They look like flower petals blowing in the wind." __________________ When you’re stuck in a moment and your spark has been stolen .................................................. ........... this is our time to own it, so own it..................................... baby we were born with fire and gold in our eyes