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sweetpinkpixie 06-04-2021 11:30 PM

Middle Level Lifts
 
It’s true, the rattle and clang of the lift as it goes frontways, backways, sideways, and the good old fashioned up and down may be annoying and may make you grind your teeth in a way that will make your dentist recommend you wear a retainer at night. At least you have those spirited elevator music renditions of show tunes playing in the background as you travel about the Ministry to keep you company?

Those traveling though the Ministry of Magic via the lifts have now found themselves somewhere in the midst of the mid levels. Choose a number (four, five, or six) and you'll be dropped off on the level of your choice!

Waddles 09-14-2021 03:14 AM

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Merlin, how she hated these lifts. That was the nice thing about Games and Sports being situated on Level 7, it meant a quick flight of stairs up or down from the Atrium could bypass the rattling and clanging and sheer bone-jangling of a lift ride.

But Peggy was traversing several levels today and decided to give the lift another chance. So she boarded the lift, gritted her teeth, and pushed the button.

kayquilz 09-21-2021 12:17 AM

hiiiiii!
 
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Originally Posted by Waddles (Post 12506281)
Merlin, how she hated these lifts. That was the nice thing about Games and Sports being situated on Level 7, it meant a quick flight of stairs up or down from the Atrium could bypass the rattling and clanging and sheer bone-jangling of a lift ride.

But Peggy was traversing several levels today and decided to give the lift another chance. So she boarded the lift, gritted her teeth, and pushed the button.

Jessica often took the lifts to get around, especially on a day where she wore higher heels than usual. She had a meeting with an important foreign ambassador who was visiting the English embassy, and she really did need to look her professional best. She boarded soon after the woman and got ready to press the button for her level.

"Nice day today, yes?" she smiled politely at the woman, assuming her to be a colleague from another level based on the way she looked and nametags/whatever the Ministry used for identification or whatnot.

Small talk.

Waddles 09-22-2021 01:51 AM

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Originally Posted by kayquilz (Post 12506815)


Jessica often took the lifts to get around, especially on a day where she wore higher heels than usual. She had a meeting with an important foreign ambassador who was visiting the English embassy, and she really did need to look her professional best. She boarded soon after the woman and got ready to press the button for her level.

"Nice day today, yes?" she smiled politely at the woman, assuming her to be a colleague from another level based on the way she looked and nametags/whatever the Ministry used for identification or whatnot.

Small talk.

Ah, another (younger) woman joined her. Peggy greeted her with a smile, which grew somewhat pinched at the introduction of small talk. The benefit of Level Seven was that there wasn't much weather talk, unless it pertained to forecasts for Quidditch match days or pitch maintenance.

"Yes, it's lovely," she agreed blandly. "What level?" Perhaps she could push the button for the other woman, in the spirit of friendliness and interdepartmental cooperation.

Chelliephone 12-17-2021 05:19 AM

Lunch was somedays quite the blessing. Normally, Rosemary just brought something with her and stored it for safekeeping until she could eat at her desk. But other days... others everything felt so busy, which often it was with preparations for the World Cup, that the mandatory time in the middle of the day to get up and stretch her legs and get away from her cubicle was a welcome reprieve.

And it must have been her lucky day too! As after she'd gotten herself another coffee for the remainder of the day at a local cafe, she'd been stopped by what appeared to be a student who had small nicely packaged yellow boxes of sweets they were handing out. It was a child, so she was sure it had to have been harmless as she accepted one.

Entering the lift and selecting the number seven, Rose opened up the little box and popped one of the sweets in her mouth before the doors had even had a chance to close. Which might have been very confusing for anyone passing by, as where there once stood a woman, there now was a small raven angerly cawing.

She'd been canary creamed.

littledhampir 12-19-2021 10:08 PM

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Originally Posted by Chelliephone (Post 12513749)
Lunch was somedays quite the blessing. Normally, Rosemary just brought something with her and stored it for safekeeping until she could eat at her desk. But other days... others everything felt so busy, which often it was with preparations for the World Cup, that the mandatory time in the middle of the day to get up and stretch her legs and get away from her cubicle was a welcome reprieve.

And it must have been her lucky day too! As after she'd gotten herself another coffee for the remainder of the day at a local cafe, she'd been stopped by what appeared to be a student who had small nicely packaged yellow boxes of sweets they were handing out. It was a child, so she was sure it had to have been harmless as she accepted one.

Entering the lift and selecting the number seven, Rose opened up the little box and popped one of the sweets in her mouth before the doors had even had a chance to close. Which might have been very confusing for anyone passing by, as where there once stood a woman, there now was a small raven angerly cawing.

She'd been canary creamed.

Indigo was heading back to work after meeting Nina for lunch. As much as he hadn't originally planned on staying in London very long, he did like that all his people were nearby. That made it difficult to leave. So here he was, working where he had never really expected to but admittedly thoroughly enjoying himself.

He made his way into a lift, intending to take it down to the bottom floors, but was met with something he hadn't expected to find in the ministry lifts. A bird. What kind of bird he wasn't sure, he was no bird expert. He peered at it curiously, letting the doors close. A floor had already been selected. Had the bird done it? To be fair, it wouldn't even surprise him all that much. Strange things like that just tended to happen.

Chelliephone 12-21-2021 06:00 AM

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Originally Posted by littledhampir (Post 12514050)
Indigo was heading back to work after meeting Nina for lunch. As much as he hadn't originally planned on staying in London very long, he did like that all his people were nearby. That made it difficult to leave. So here he was, working where he had never really expected to but admittedly thoroughly enjoying himself.

He made his way into a lift, intending to take it down to the bottom floors, but was met with something he hadn't expected to find in the ministry lifts. A bird. What kind of bird he wasn't sure, he was no bird expert. He peered at it curiously, letting the doors close. A floor had already been selected. Had the bird done it? To be fair, it wouldn't even surprise him all that much. Strange things like that just tended to happen.

There was a bird in the lift. A very ANGRY bird. And while she'd had loved to take her new found form for retribution on the child who'd given her the sweets because obviously she was not at fault for eating random candy, being raised with her older brothers told her she had probably only about 30 seconds left of actually BEING a bird.

So instead she just hopped angrily, chirping at the man who'd climbed into the lift with her as if he could ever understand her rant. She wasn't really sure what type of bird she was either, and later her vanity would probably cause her to at least ask if she was a pretty one. But for now, her ire would need to be sorted first, as she continued to hop around the mans feet.

She was in the middle of one of her rotations when the spell wore off, and instead there was a brown haired woman pacing around him instead. "Ridiculous, little hooligans! What sort of respectable member of society stands outside the ministry and hands out Weasley Wizard Wheezes product? I mean, really?"

littledhampir 01-04-2022 10:35 PM

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Originally Posted by Chelliephone (Post 12514246)
There was a bird in the lift. A very ANGRY bird. And while she'd had loved to take her new found form for retribution on the child who'd given her the sweets because obviously she was not at fault for eating random candy, being raised with her older brothers told her she had probably only about 30 seconds left of actually BEING a bird.

So instead she just hopped angrily, chirping at the man who'd climbed into the lift with her as if he could ever understand her rant. She wasn't really sure what type of bird she was either, and later her vanity would probably cause her to at least ask if she was a pretty one. But for now, her ire would need to be sorted first, as she continued to hop around the mans feet.

She was in the middle of one of her rotations when the spell wore off, and instead there was a brown haired woman pacing around him instead. "Ridiculous, little hooligans! What sort of respectable member of society stands outside the ministry and hands out Weasley Wizard Wheezes product? I mean, really?"

Was the bird...angry at him? It sort of seemed like it was. But as far as he could tell he hadn't done anything besides walk into the same lift. He eyed the bird warily, hoping it wasn't about to start pecking at him. He didn't know any anti-bird spells, though he supposed he could stun it if it really came down to that.

But then suddenly instead of a bird there was a woman standing in front of him. His first thought was that she was an animagus, until he processed what she was saying. Seemed like she hadn't exactly intended to be a bird and had been tricked by one of those canary creams. Indigo stood, listening to her rant but not quite sure what to say. He wasn't sure that pointing out that she was the one who had accepted candy that she apparently didn't know the properties of would be very helpful in this instance.

"That does seem...rude," he ventured. "At least you're back to normal now."

Chelliephone 01-06-2022 04:48 AM

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Originally Posted by littledhampir (Post 12516087)
Was the bird...angry at him? It sort of seemed like it was. But as far as he could tell he hadn't done anything besides walk into the same lift. He eyed the bird warily, hoping it wasn't about to start pecking at him. He didn't know any anti-bird spells, though he supposed he could stun it if it really came down to that.

But then suddenly instead of a bird there was a woman standing in front of him. His first thought was that she was an animagus, until he processed what she was saying. Seemed like she hadn't exactly intended to be a bird and had been tricked by one of those canary creams. Indigo stood, listening to her rant but not quite sure what to say. He wasn't sure that pointing out that she was the one who had accepted candy that she apparently didn't know the properties of would be very helpful in this instance.

"That does seem...rude," he ventured. "At least you're back to normal now."

Had the young man chosen to point out the error of her own actions and the consequence it brought, there certainly would have been sense to it. But Rosemary was not always the best at seeing sense, particularly not when it came at the expense of having to admit she did something wrong. Growing up spoiled had it's perks, but the ability to own up to mistakes and admit she wasn't perfect was not one that Rosie had ever perfected.

She huffed again, heading back towards her corner of the lift and leaning down to pick up the discarded box of creams in order to re-lid them and throw them into her bag. Obviously she had no plans of indulging in another of THOSE. Though she supposed if anyone else LIKED the weird feeling of turning into a bird, they'd be welcome to them. In the mean time, she'd just hope she didn't get sick from it.

Or... maybe getting sick would have been alright. It certainly would have been a good excuse for no work for the remainder of the day.

No matter, taking a small breath she turned her head to examine the other person. Not sure it was someone she actually recognized, which meant an introduction seemed the polite thing to do. "I'm Rosemary Scardino, Level Seven employee. Which department do you work for?"

BanaBatGirl 01-18-2024 12:31 AM

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Right, another day, another.... well, drama-free existence, Davie hoped. He cleared his throat as he stepped on the lift to go down, two hot drinks in hand, neither one for him.

sweetpinkpixie 01-19-2024 05:47 AM

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Originally Posted by BanaBatGirl (Post 12560043)
Right, another day, another.... well, drama-free existence, Davie hoped. He cleared his throat as he stepped on the lift to go down, two hot drinks in hand, neither one for him.

Drama free? Never to fear, my boy, for drama rarely every followed one Charles Hollingberry around. At least these days. Today was a particularly good day for his knees and thus he had decided to leave his cane back in his office while making some rounds about the Ministry. No doubt something that his dear darling Senior Undersecretary would take issue with upon his return but it was a scolding he could endure.

"Oh, pardon me my boy. Old the lift for these old bones," he called out from just a bit down the corridor. Perhaps he ought to take the remaining distance at a sprint or even trot? Charles rubbed his scruffy jawline and began to increase his pace ever so slightly.

BanaBatGirl 01-22-2024 12:47 AM

lmao
 
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Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie (Post 12560076)

Drama free? Never to fear, my boy, for drama rarely every followed one Charles Hollingberry around. At least these days. Today was a particularly good day for his knees and thus he had decided to leave his cane back in his office while making some rounds about the Ministry. No doubt something that his dear darling Senior Undersecretary would take issue with upon his return but it was a scolding he could endure.

"Oh, pardon me my boy. Old the lift for these old bones," he called out from just a bit down the corridor. Perhaps he ought to take the remaining distance at a sprint or even trot? Charles rubbed his scruffy jawline and began to increase his pace ever so slightly.

Ah, well, ah, this was awkward. Someone was trying to come to the lifts from a distance away and the door was clos--- no, no he'd keep it from doing that, he wasn't that cold of a person.

Davie stuck his foot out to keep the lift from closing all the way, then scooted forward so his whole person was in the barrier. "Yessir," sorry sir, sorry, wait, was that the MINISTER for MAGIC coming into the lift now!? David would have taken his glasses off and cleaned them if his hands hadn't been full.

He gulped, he really did. He-- the-- uh, the Minister took the lifts like everyone else?!

sweetpinkpixie 01-23-2024 02:17 AM

Perhaps he should have taken his cane out with him today because, despite his optimism, it was now very apparent to Charles that he was not quite up to a casual sprint. A festive speed walk was tolerable, however, and soon he had shuffled himself inside the lift alongside the young man from Mysteries.

Oh yes, Charles was quite familiar with the youth. Utterly impossible not to be considering the war and certain events that had taken place. Thorough internal investigation was an understatement.

"There's a good lad," he hummed, only slightly out of breath, while resting one of his hands upon the young Mr. Truebridge's shoulder. "Thank you. Heading back to level nine, are you?"

BanaBatGirl 02-22-2024 03:07 AM

*pretends no time has passed*
 
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Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie (Post 12560244)
Perhaps he should have taken his cane out with him today because, despite his optimism, it was now very apparent to Charles that he was not quite up to a casual sprint. A festive speed walk was tolerable, however, and soon he had shuffled himself inside the lift alongside the young man from Mysteries.

Oh yes, Charles was quite familiar with the youth. Utterly impossible not to be considering the war and certain events that had taken place. Thorough internal investigation was an understatement.

"There's a good lad," he hummed, only slightly out of breath, while resting one of his hands upon the young Mr. Truebridge's shoulder. "Thank you. Heading back to level nine, are you?"

!!!!! Not hyperventilating or anything!!! But it WAS the Minister AND HE KNEW WHICH FLOOR Davie worked on!

"Yessir," the Unspeakable squeaked, wondering if he should attempt to push the correct buttons for the Minister, er, assuming he wasn't going to Level Nine also? His hands were full though, which he demonstrated to the Minister with the two cups in hand. "I just picked up some refreshments for my colleagues. We're working on something tricky at the moment. Need more brain fuel."

OH NO, he didn't say too much, did he?? How much did THE Minister know about their projects on Level Nine anyway? Assuming this was THE Minister, and not some well-polyjuiced imposter, hmm??? David couldn't help it if he was staring at Hollingberry a bit. Davie was maybe not even blinking. By Merlin, if this was some kind of clone of the man... it was really well done.....

sweetpinkpixie 03-12-2024 07:16 AM

For as many years as he had held the position of Minister, Charles all too often forgot how his presence could be rather imposing and not in the overprotective father and grandfather manner that he was more accustomed to. Or perhaps it was because his darling Senior Undersecretary was forever humbling him that the intimidation that his title carried slipped his mind. In any regard, the awestruck anxious look about the young man reminded him a fair bit of the same look his son-in-law had about him for years ...as well as the look of Rebecca's Samuel and Yukie's Luca. In fact, it was only young Mercer whose complexion never paled in Charles' presence - it must be a Branxton gene trait of some variety...how charming!

Though, in all fairness, the lovely Missa had never looked terrified of his presence and had initially taken on a more professional air. The wonders of the human spirit!

"How kind of you, my boy," the Minister praised as he reached forward to push the button for level nine. "But what about for yourself?" Having no real clear trajectory for himself, he was a selectively orderly man, Charles figured this was a good a sign to check in with Mr. Flamsteed as any - particularly about a few artefacts that had recently come into circulation and required some delicate filing. "The coffee in your own breakroom not up to par I take it," he mused while the doors closed.

After all, why else would the young Unspeakable venture all the way down here to retrieve some coffee?


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