Magical Transportation Work Areas [First Level Warehouse]
 

Oh new office place. Well this should help him quite a bit yes? No? Oh well he's here now.

Vickers gingerly made his way to the new work area. It was totally new, and in his current condition finding something familiar would've been better suited to getting him settled in and back into the swing of things but alas that wasnt the case. He could at least console himself with the fact that he wouldnt be alone sticking out like a sore thumb in looking a little lost.

As he picked out his table the young man couldnt help but turn and look around in amazement at the charms along the walls and the ceilings. Environmental charms, he quite liked those. Although for some reason he doesnt quite remember the thunderstorm that once drenched everybody in the old office.

So there he goes, standing and staring with silly grinning.

If his brain were made of gears there'd be a slight whirring sound as the young man turned and looked to where the voice was coming from, blinking a bit as he recognized the face from memories of his past. Ah yes his boss "Yes Sir, I was advised to come here." Which was a little out of nowhere, but he didnt mind that, at least it didnt occur for him to be so. He gave a slight sniff and realized something else that clicked in his memory-- rescued creatures "Oh... well... I dont mind all that much Sir, I spend time in animal shelters, theres all sorts of funny scents there. Its hard work but no less gratifying. It could be something like that here." he added, still peculiarly wide eyed and oblivious in his pleasant smile.

Again he looks around, unconsciously trying to grasp for anything that feels familiar "Did we always have this nice of the scenery charm?" he asked as she gestured slightly with his finger. "If you want, we could try to see if we can make a slight breeze blow a certain way, so that the odor doesnt have to hang heavily in our work area."

"Hmmm, like a fan?" Cale asked. "That could work - as long as it doesn't get too cool," he added, remembering that it WAS winter and even though it wasn't all snowy outside, it was still damp and not very pleasant. He liked the young man's enthusiasm about the fish smell - although something told him not everyone would be so understanding about that.

"You feeling ok?" he asked, noting that something seemed...off about the younger dude. He just seemed really...amazed by everything, and even though Cale was quite pleased with this little gem he'd found for their offices, it wasn't THAT awesome. And it stunk. There was no way around that.

"Uhm... well Sir, more like a warm summer breeze with a meadow-y scent in the air?" Why does that tickle some sort of memory? Hmm anyways "It would go really well with the overall environment charms already in place, adds more to the pleasant work environment?" the former dock and fishery place can certainly use it.

There was a slow, measured blinking upon hearing that. The answer that matches the questions is: "I'm feeling ok." he replied again wide eyed and smiling all oblivious.

"Hmm. I'll look into that," Cale said. He noticed that the boy seemed - well, all SMILEY and stuff which was odd. It was like his question had gone in one ear and out the other. Right. Mental note to check on THAT later. But for now...

"Well, take a seat anywhere in the Apparition area," he said, pointing to the desks that he had set up for his largest division near one of the large windows. "Start making yourself at home. Unfortunately all our belongings are still in the Ministry but if you have any other pictures or whatnot you want to display, bring them in," he encouraged with a smile.

THIS was the best place he could come up with? A abandoned boatyard? It was better than nothing, Misa knew that but honestly? An abandoned boatyard? Couldn't he have picked something more...classy?

"This place smells like fish" was her first comment as she entered and after a quick look around she spotted big boss man and another employee. "Morning" she greeted with a nod of her head. She did not flash a smile at them because she was not in the mood of smiling today. "Do we sit wherever we want or do we have assigned seats?"

Reese Fritzera took one step in the work area and was only there for a good few seconds before that smell got to her -- what WAS THAT?! Ew. Just ewwww. Since she was already pregnant and having an upset stomach, she just knew this smell was not going to help at all. Was it even safe for her to be in this warehouse when she was expecting? She hardly doubted it.

Ignoring everyone at first, she went over to one of the desks that was near a wall that had a pretty outdoor scenery on it. Merlin, she really needed a WINDOW -- someone needed to open up a window in here to get rid of this awful smell. "Can we please somehow get a window in here? To get rid of this smell?"

... or else she was probably going to go work outside. If they needed her, they could easily come and get her.

An evergreen tree... Haley considered it with a smile, and shrugged. "Maybe some air freshener, OR let's clean up the aiiiiiiiiiiiiiiir." Or relocate. What if someone was allergic to the smell of fish? Luckily, Haley wasn't, but it was also just lucky that she'd grown up with a smell similar to this, and so she could focus elsewhere. Like how she was going to make her desk her own with all her things TRAPPED in their real place of work.

How she missed her lists and colour coded notepads and gah.

So not huzzah.

Catching up and then some...
 

He turned his head in the direction of where the man gestured at. Apparition. He belonged there right? He sorta remembered that mmhmm. And just when he turned his boss said something about their belongings still being stuck elsewhere. "Oh.... alright Sir." he nodded his head distractedly. He needs to see his stuff for certain memories to trigger yeah? Well maybe later or not

And well he didnt have stuff to bring here other than his wand and a self-inking quill. But yes off to the workstation he goes....




And then somebody mentioned about pirates. He looked up from the dazed staring at his blank desk. Why so curious? Boys and pirates. Thats all the explanation needed really.

"There were Pirates here?" cue more confused looking around. Although with the stench of things it seemed more like the booty was of a more piscene variety.

"And hello-- uhh...." oh goodness. Name? Faces have names yes? Cue awkwardly polite waving.




So the other departments had to find office space at an Underground and an Asylum. Ok so maybe their fishy situation aint so bad after all not that he was complaining. "Sir, should we wait for them to call or should we go make our rounds? Perhaps set up a temporary transportation network for each department to use? At least get us connected again instead of being segregated." Which exposes them to more prying Muggles.

And as for freshening the air "Uhm... how about some ceiling fans that occasionally sprays a fine mist of fragrance? It would help circulate the air a bit too."

Everyone into the meeting! *ushers you all*
 

Cale checked his watch. "Well, at this point I thought people would be calling to get us to come out, but now I'm thinking we should just send people their way. After all, I think everyone is still a bit frazzled and trying to get their bearings in their new workplaces," he explained. Just look at them - they'd spent the past hour obsessing over the smell!

"Let's all head to the meeting room and get our rounds set up, shall we?" he suggested before motioning them to follow him and heading to the meeting room.

Dare for Shan & Hales!
 

When someone tapped her shoulder without saying anything, it usually made Haley clam up and panic about who it actually was, and then she'd spend the following few days considering moving countries, changing her name and her hair colour again. Luckily, when she turned her head to look who it was...she was greeted with Brad's face and she didn't mind being greeted with that and all. He was a good looking best friend. Nothing special of course. "I'm not hungry yet, B-dog." Because he would only disturb her when she was making lists if he was in grave danger, or wanted food. Obviously.

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

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

And then that happened.

Haley's face contorted into all sorts of disgust and shock and will for him to stop, and then she looked generally horrified with his...display of....whatever that was. Tilting her head, Hales pulled on her hair trying to find some sort of...something to say. "You're a dead man walking." That was all she could manage.

No 'hey', no nothing. She had nothing. No witty response. No anything. She was even blushing ever so slightly. He'd just...danced and sang and there were most definitely wiggles there that she was not licensed to see between the hours of 9 and 5.

Absolutely horrified.

Brad just stood there smiling like the idiot he was. Because he'd managed to anger and probably embarrass Haley and he was just now realizing how bad this was going to end for him. Hopefully she wouldn't kill him in a room full of witnesses.

"Come on Hales. Lighten up." Right. Because that was going to work. Brad had an idea of what might actually work. "Want some pepperoni pizza? My treat." Great big innocent please don't murder me smile.

She was infuriated. The blonde could actually hit him in the head with something heavy and not worry about him being dead. For at least ten seconds now. That was how angry she was with him. She worked here. She WORKED here. People she saw every day were here, and they definitely didn't see the side of her that he did. This. Wasn't. FAIR. She'd managed to confine her intense listing and organisation to just work, but now she was flustered and couldn't home in on the things she was supposed to do and be at work.

Haley was a mess.

And it was his fault. He got a glare and a smack to the arm for suggesting she lighten up, and then Hales shook her head. "I don't want pizza from you. You're strange and awful and my cheeks are warm."

Pouty eyes and a big stupid grin. That was the epitome of Brad's expression right now. He could tell Haley was mad. Really mad. Sometimes he forgot she wasn't as open about certain things as he was. Mainly because he'd never had that from a friend before.

"Ow-" Brad stopped himself from telling her that hurt...because that was going to make things worse. Instead he just rubbed the spot and made a mental note to put some pain numbing salve on it when he got back to his office if it was still bothering him. "But pepperoni..." Strange he was used to. But awful? Was he going to have to try different tactics?

Did he realise that he looked like a toddler? She squinted at him to figure if he knew that, but gave up and sighed before swatting at his arm again in a last minute attempt to make a point about how angry with him she was. The answer was 'very'.

"But nothing! You at least owe me a meat feast stuffed crust AND garlic bread. Not just measly pepperoni." Did he know nothing? She was also expecting a circus visit ASAP and popcorn whilst they were there. She drove a hard bargain. All Pianhearts did. Bradley had gotten himself into a bad friendship here. Little bug face.

She was still mad though.

Squinty eyes. Never a good sign coming from anyone. Brad did his best to just smile, even though he was mentally freaking out now. He knew she wouldn't like what he just did...but he didn't expect her to be this mad about it.

Brad blinked. Okay. At least he could still apologize with food. "Meat feast stuffed crust and garlic bread. I can even be your delivery boy and bring it here to you." So she could keep working. And maybe physically bringing her the food was better. "Or wherever if you don't want it now."

"Maybe even a big helping of chocolate cake." And then she could have pizza and cake belly and blame him for it. There was a method to her madness. The blonde looked between him and her desk, straightened up the lists she had messed up in her initial fright and shook her head. "You can take me now. I'll come with you and we can eat it wherever. People are going to look at me if I stay here." If they weren't looking at her already, that was. It was crazy.

She'd never be able to return to work or get the image of Brad doing that...thing out of her head. What a day already. What a day. "You're a butt, Bradley Donovan. A big butt and I hope your girlfriend realises how weird you are and hits you with a cucumber!" Hmpf.

Cake. Brad could do cake. He nodded. He was lucky it was easy to win Hales back. Well, he hoped it was as easy as it seemed. He kind of doubted it though. Brad wanted to say they would probably look no matter what, but that would make things worse.

Bradley was about to offer her is arm, when she called him a butt. He was going to say something about he infact did have a nice butt but now wasn't the time to bring that about, but then he caught the last bit of her statement. "Hit me with a cucumber?" He raised an eyebrow. That would be weird.

The one thing he picked up on out of that entire thing was the cucumber? Not the girlfriend realising how weird he was which would obviously lead to her dumping him, because Brad really wasn't that much of a catch. All he did was eat pizza and watch daytime TV with his gal pals. Haley was even sure he painted his nails, and waxed his legs. Which....was a thought. "Can I wax your legs, B-dog?" At their next 'woe is Haley' evening?

She'd be extra gentle.

Grabbing her jacket, Haley grinned and stood up giving his shoulder a shove in the direction of leaving this place. She was still prone to smelling the awful fishy smell that had been around when they first arrived here, and sometimes it made her a bit dizzy. "Food, loser." FEED THE HALEY.

Bradley was feeling a bit better. At least Hales seemed to be in a better mood. Then she caught him completely off guard. He looked at her a mix of shock and a little bit of disgust on his face. "No you can not wax my legs. Where did that even come from?" Sure, he'd done that on a dare once when he was younger. But that was when he was always getting in trouble and doing stupid and sometimes illegal things.

Brad huffed a little as he was pushed. "Pushing and name calling. Someone's quite the bully." He'd pretty much slipped back into his usual self. Mainly because it seemed like Haley wasn't going to murder him anymore.

So..maybe he didn't wax his legs. Haley gave him her best attempt at a sad pouty face, and even reached to pat his shoulder. "Please??" Pretty please. She'd make sure it looked good, and she'd probably feed him good food for letting her. Besides, it'd be fun. Maybe his girlfriend liked smooth legs, you know. Hales would ask, but she wasn't sure if she'd already annoyed him with the initial waxing question at all.

Brad was such a child.

The bully. Haley grinned and pushed at him again. "Only a bully because you pick on me first. Can we go get me fed? I haven't had a pizza belly in a few days." And she did awfully enjoy pizza belly time.

Brad shook his head. There was no way that pouty face was going to work right now. Nope. "No. That is just painful and awful. And no. You're not waxing my legs." His eyes went wide a bit. He probably should have said it sounded like it would be painful. Hopefully Hales didn't catch that.

Brad chuckled. It wasn't like Haley pushing him did much anyways. "I see your point. Yes we can get you fed. Come on." He started to walk towards the door, hoping Haley was actually in step with him.