Employee Break Room https://i.postimg.cc/KvFQ95J0/break-room.jpg Located on the main corridor is the Level 3 break room, found between the conference room and the training room. The break room is home to a pool table, a table tennis table, and a foosball table, all of which have been here for a while. These are for you to use during your breaks and not when you should be working. There is a decently sized kitchen with the utensils, cutlery and appliances that you may need to put together the lunch you have. The cupboards are stocked with the basic essentials as you are responsible for feeding yourself and labelling your food. Please note that Ms. Dodderidge does sometimes get hungry and may take your lunch for herself without apologising if there is no name on it. |
So far, so good. With regards to his actual job, that was. Dalton was enjoying it more than he thought he would, and he was actually doing well at it. What he wasn't doing well at was the whole socialising with his co-workers bit. As nice as they seemed, he wasn't one to go out of his way to make friends, and so he'd actually avoided the break room most of the time, particularly whenever it had been occupied. Right then, though, it was empty and he was making use of the coffee machine. |
SPOILER!!: Dalton! <3 It was not long after that Dalton made it to the breakroom that Megan did too. So unfortunate that he thought he could escape any nugacity. “Daaaaalton!’’ she sing-sung when she saw him. “My absolute fave newb!’’ Oops. Should she even be saying things like that out loud? The blond glanced over her shoulder. Okay, the coast was clear so she shifted her enthusiastic attention back to Dalton. “How’s it going? Think you got a hang of the stuff I showed you so far? If not, you can ask all the questions because the last thing I need is for boss lady to think that I’m incapable.’’ Though Eliora should know by now that she was not. “Hey, wanna make me a cup of coffee? Please.’’ |
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It wasn't that it was too early for that, or that it was too late - no, it was that it was something he never ever wanted ever. But, he thought, with a grimace, he should start getting used to it, because he doubted it would stop. "Hi, Megan," Dalton said as he turned around, his face free of any emotion because he wanted to be polite but he couldn't force a smile. "I definitely have the hang of everything, yeah. Thanks." As for the coffee. "How'd you take it?" |
SPOILER!!: Dalton! <3 The break room of Accidents and Catastrophes was definitely one of Megan’s howff. There was always someone to chat up. Today, she couldn’t be more pleased that it was Dalton. The only thing was... he was looking at her unsmilingly. She couldn’t think why this was so. It was a great day, she was being cheerful and friendly and he was settling in well. Or so she thought based on her observations. “Everything okay? Pressure of the work not getting to you, is it?” With her gaze fixated on him, Megan sat at the table. “Black,’’ she replied despite her brain coming up with a witty and inappropriate thought. |
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Although he did wish he'd thought to absquatulate when she'd entered the room, Dalton was resigned to the company now and that meant he was going to have to participate in the conversation, because it didn't look like Megan was going to give up. "Everything is fine, yeah. Thanks," he managed, adding the word of gratitude almost as an afterthought as he busied himself with her drink. As for the pressure? Well, he'd felt more pressure during socialising moments than he had actually doing work. "No, it's not. Not yet at least." A few moments later, he handed her a mug of black coffee, his own clutched in his hand. |
SPOILER!!: Dalton! <3 Dalton wasn’t much of a talker. Megan had already gathered that much and she was far from discouraged. It was okay because you see, she could chatter enough for the both of them. “Good, good. On both counts, I mean. You know, if you’re ever having issues, I’d be willing to help.’’ Just because she had showed him the ropes on his first day doesn’t mean she couldn’t help out any other day. Coffee in hand, she continued. “Thanks. What do you think of working here so far?’’ Megan paused only because she wanted to take a short chug. The warmth of the strong liquid made her feel even better. Coffee was life! “Want to tell me a little more about yourself? I mean, we are going to be working together so I might as well know you.’’ |
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He sipped slowly at the hot drink in hand as he considered her next question. There were many perks to this job, and he was indeed enjoying it so far: the lab was fantastic, and the cases and tasks far different to things he'd experienced in previous jobs. Honestly, the work fascinated him, but he was inarticulate and uncommunicative, and so he settled with a simple, "I'm enjoying it, yeah. It's really interesting." Which didn't exactly give her much information. And Dalton had hoped to escape conversation after that, so he was disappointed when Megan continued with her questioning. Trying his hardest not to look resigned to the conversation, he stared at his coffee for a long moment before looking back up at his colleague. No, he didn't want to, but he felt it would be rude to say so. "Er - I went to Hogwarts, Slytherin. Did Potions and Alchemy at Edinburgh, worked as a lab assistant there, did an internship at Gothsaint Enterprises and... now I'm here." Was that even scratching the surface? Nope, but Megan wasn't getting much more information. |
SPOILER!!: Dalton! <3 That tiny smile made Megan did a double take of the man’s handsome features. It was just... Dalton rarely smiled; if you can even call that a smile. But hey, she wasn’t going to complain. “It’s not a problem,’’ she remarked airily and pressing her hands against the cup tightly. The warmth of it felt rather good. But for Merlin’s sake! He didn’t talk much, did he? His responses didn’t give her much to work with, which was disappointing because she’d have liked to offer him some tips and advice if he had disclosed any issues to her. “Nice. It’s great that you’ve accomplished so much.’’ Megan smiled brilliantly then moved to the cupboards. What was there to eat? She wanted something light to munch on. “I’m being Captain Obvious here but you’re not much of a talker. Sorry if I’m chattering your ears off. Just let me know and I’ll be quiet.’’ Or try to. Talking was her thing. |
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And Megan was complimenting him, which was even more odd. In his opinion, it was much of an empty compliment - he hadn't actually done much, especially not much more than anyone else. "Uh," he cleared his throat awkwardly, nodding and sipping his coffee. "What about you?" As in, what did she do? How long had she been here? Etcetera. If Dalton could force the conversation back to her, it might make things easier. He was excellent at nodding and 'mmhmming' in all the right places. As for her being such a talker, it wasn't like he could just ask her to be quite. He wasn't purposefully impolite. "It's fine." |
summer TL lol England had just advanced to the final of the Quidditch World Cup and however excited she was.. it meant that the home fans thought they were invincible. She'd called upon MLE to deal with some and had a lot of the department out in crowds to make sure there wasn't any breaking of the statute or muggle exposure. Eliora had needed just a half hour to herself after it all. With the drama at home, her teenager rebelling and dealing with the tutors and the nanny every evening.. she was glad to be in a building that wasn't her house. So she collected a mug of coffee and sat down on a sofa, closing her eyes briefly. Just a five second nap... |
SPOILER!!: Dalton! <3 If Megan were into guys, she would certainly would have gone for the kind like Dalton: silent, broody, good listener. Those traits only meant that she would be able to talk their ears off. As it was, her new coworker was giving her only a tiny amount of information about himself. Tragic, really, because the blond was genuinely interested in getting to know him. But if this was who he was, she was no one to try to force him to talk. In any case, as they continued to work together, there was no doubt in her mind that she would learn more about him. “Me?’’ Megan took a healthy gulp of coffee. Where to begin? Certainly not in great detail about her life in the US before she moved. “I lived in the US all my life before moving here about what? Almost ten years ago? Anyway, I joined this Department since then; met the love of my life, my wife Yuna. She’s a model and the most gorgeous thing to ever walk this earth. I’ve got a picture of her on my desk. I don’t know if you’ve seen it...’’ |
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And people in love were the easiest people to get talking: point proven here. "I haven't, no..." he managed, shaking his head a little. "How did you meet?" Did he really care, or did he just want to avoid being asked if he was seeing someone? |
SPOILER!!: Dalton! <3 He hadn’t noticed the picture of the love of her life? Megan was absolutely crestfallen and it showed on her face for about three seconds. On the fourth one, though, she brightened. “Take a look on your way back to your desk. You’ll be floored. She’s a complete goddess.’’ The blond was completely proud of her babe of a wife. “We actually met in Diagon Alley. She helped me through one of the toughest times of my life.’’ And from that moment on, they had grown closer. She polished off the coffee then magically cleaned the cup. “Thanks for the coffee. You and I need to catch up more often.’’ Smiling, she put the cup back in place then turned to face Dalton. She liked him a lot, even though he wasn’t the conversationalist. “You’re a good employee, Dalton. Keep that up. And I guess we’d better get back to work or Eliora will have our heads on a platter.’’ |
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Whilst Dalton didn't mind Megan rodomontading about her wife, it made him feel a little lonely, for want of a better word. That feeling only lasted a split-second before it was pushed to the back of his mind, and he was faced with another puzzle: his coworkers expression. Dalton had wondered, for a moment, whether he'd really upset Megan, but her expression changed so quickly that he was left confused and decided to hope for the best. "I'll do that, yeah," he agree, sure that Megan was telling the truth - after all, he hadn't failed to notice how beautiful she was herself, so it only made sense for her wife to be just as attractive. He'd noticed that about couples. A small, more recognisable smile crossed his lips when Megan thanked him, before finishing the rest of his own coffee and holding out a hand for her mug. "Yeah, you're right. I'll put these away." |
SPOILER!!: Dalton! <3 Megan smiled happily, always proud to show off Yuna. “Perhaps someday soon you’ll get to meet her. She attended the last Ministry orientation with me but I’m not sure if you would have seen her. Well, there will be plenty of opportunities!’’ She was sure of this. You know what else she was sure of? That Dalton was going to smile like that at least a bit more as he settled in. The blond could hope and can try to make him. “Thanks for the coffee. We ought to do this more.’’ Megan gave him a grin and a friendly pat on the arm. “Now, hurry before we get into trouble.’’ With a laugh, she made her way out of the Break room. Ugh. Back to dreary paperwork. |
This. Was. A. Disaster. THE COFFEE MACHINE WAS BROKEN. There was an art to this machine. There always had been. And Ms D DID PEOPLE UNDERSTAND THAT THE MACHINE WAS BROKEN AND INSTEAD OF FILLING A CUP IT JUST BEEPED?!!!!!!!!!!?!?????? She was very frustrated. Very upset. Very angry. So angry that she hit the top of the machine seven or twelve times and then SCREAMED as the coffee began to flow out of the machine. ..................., and not stop. HOT COFFEE HOT COFFEE HOT COFFEE. |
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She had heard enough screams in her lifetime (what with having raised two children) to be confident in being able to discern whether they were emitted in horror, in pain or due to danger. This one had sounded like it was a mixture of all three emotions. Which was why she quickened her steps and pulled out her wand at the same time. She was ready for any- Alright, she had not been ready for THIS. "Finite!" She yelled (after a few seconds of startled staring and trying to process the scene in front of her), pointing her wand at the coffee machine. "Eliora, what-" Yasmina was seldom at a loss of words but right now was unfortunately one of those moments. Just what had happened here? |
Bear, too, had been simply passing by the break room on his way back to his desk when he heard a bloodcurdling scream. He rushed in to assess the situation and found his boss screaming, coffee literally flooding, and thankfully, Yasmina beating him there to help solve the situation. "Um... Everything okay?" he asked from the doorway. Stupid question. He knew how important coffee was to Eliora. But teeeechnically, she did have more than enough... It was just, y'know, mostly on the counter. And floor. And everywhere but an actual cup. Bear flicked his wand quickly at the flooded coffee and murmured, "Evanesco,", clearing up the brown liquid. "Shall I take a look? Excuse me," he said, cautiously stepping around Yasmina. He took a step closer to the machine and eyed it carefully before looking back at his boss. "Did you... Hit it...?" It seemed a little... Damaged. |
What? WHAT? was exactly the reaction to have. Yes, Yasmina. Congratulations. She opened her mouth to say something.. to react.. but nothing came out. Instead, Eliora leaned against a nearby wall and covered her face with her hands. Look, no one had said that she was a real adult, okay? She wasn't, by the way. Eliora Amorette Dodderidge was an absolute mess and always had been. Especially when coffee was involved. She became aware of Bear's presence when he spoke, letting out a sigh as he cleared up the mess. "This machine has been here as long as I remember." Right? Or......had someone snuck in a new one over the years? This was the one she was sure had been here since she began working here. Had she hit it? Eliora GASPED and looked between the both of them. "Do I LOOK like I'd inflict violence on a coffee machine?!!" The answer was absolutely yes. |
End of January 2100 - open post Coffee. Coffee. Coffee. The Italian had already been here for three hours and twenty-one minutes. She was on her third cup of coffee. And her second banana. Maybe it was time to up the ante and go to the actual canteen and get a fruit salad or a natural yoghurt… eh. No. Just another cup of coffee. That would work just fine. It was coming up to the normal arrival time. For those who didn’t have to catch up on so much paper work, and didn’t have 304872394 reports to file before the end of today. She hated leaving for the weekend with work unfinished. Her actual deadline was first thing on Monday, but No! she would not let it hang over her head. She was going home this weekend for Zia Ciosa’s birthday. There was no way she was missing the party of the year, or cutting out early because she had been tardy with her work. She wouldn’t have it. She just needed more coffee to make sure she got through everything before she left tonight. Even if that meant she was here later than everyone else. So as she cursed the start of year meetings and end of year reports that always piled up, she poured herself another steaming hot mug of energy juice. |
SPOILER!!: Giulia! <3 Megan was rarely in a bad mood, and today was no different. Her shoulder length blond hair was kept loose so hen she literally bounded into the Break Room. She needed a cup of coffee. She needed to be prepared for the boring reports that needed finishing and if a catastrophe was reported and she needed to head out into the field. Truth be told, Megan was always hoping that she be sent into the field because that’s where she loved to be. Not stuck behind a desk. “Oh, hey, Giulia. How’s it going?’’ Megan beamed at her coworker. The other woman was probably there for coffee too. |
Ali & Megan ^_^ SPOILER!!: Megan ”Mmmm.” The Italian greeted, coffee raised to her lips as Megan entered. Gulping down her coffee, she lowered her cup and smiled. “Buongiorno, Megan.” She said, even as she rolled her head and her shoulders. “I am busy.” Giulia said, thinking of the to do list that was front and center on her desk already. “But nothing I can not deal with.” She lifted the cup with a smile, took another sip before looking at the blonde. “You? Are you busy?” Busy was good. As long as the reports were being completed and filed afterwards, obviously. Paperwork needed to be completed for everything. … Silently, she wondered if the paperwork for the children’s activities and exams had been filled out. She mentally added that to her list of things to check with Eliora. And she needed to confirm their next appointments - she couldn’t remember adding them all into her diary. [[ Buongiorno is Good Morning in Italian <3 ]] |
You two! :3 SPOILER!!: Giulia! <3 Buongiorno meant good morning, right? At least Megan thought it did but she was foolish when it came to foreign languages. She either butchered the pronunciations or failed to remember the correct words for the simplest of things. They were battles she had long ago given up on. Megan fixed herself a strong cup of the good stuff before settling comfily on a chair. She could afford to take a few minutes break. Merlin knew she could because… paperwork. It would be the death of her. “Yeah? Extra busy schedule for Eliora in the few days?’’ Not that Megan was trying to mind the boss lady’s business. She then made a facial expression by slightly turning the side of her lips upside down. “Am I?! Girlll. There is way too much paperwork and reports to be done. Ugh. I really hate that.’’ She wished she’d have a personal helper to do that bit of nuisance. Would Giulia be that willing helper? Hmmm? |
Sorry for the delay! SPOILER!!: Megaaan <3 Giulia wasn’t the most social in their department, and even though she only really knew people from work she still didn’t choose to willingly mingle outwith work. Her time afterwards was spent relaxing and catching up with her family… which, due to how large it was, meant a lot of mirror calls and letter writing. And sometimes travelling to meet them. Some times. She really missed them though, and was definitely looking forward to being home. ”For Eliora? Oh, she is always busy.” Between her actual department work, the Department HEad paperwork, the issues with Hogwarts, her relationship (was there one officially yet?), her children… the nanny… And that was only the tip of the iceberg, not touching on meetings or reports, case studies or final read overs of the actual submitted paperwork either. There was always something for the woman to do, which in turn, meant that her own job was never finished. She laughed ever so slightly at that before drinking rom her coffee cup. ”Oh, you do not need to tell me.” She said, casting a glance at her own desk which looked rather like a tornedo had flown through the office. Just as well she knew what, was where… As long as no-one moved or tidied it up, everything would be okay until she cleared her to do list. … Which would be at some point today. Or she wouldn’t be sleeping before she went to Italy. ”Which means that I am always busy.” She continued, looking away from her desk and back to Megan. ”’ve found keeping on top of it the best solution, but the start of the year has so much more meetings to keep on top of.” |
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