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Election EraAll historical records pertaining to Ministry of Magic RPG under Ministers for Magic, Sherman Clark [IC January 2086 - December 2089; OOC February 2015 - June 2016] & Althea Scabior [IC January 2090 - December 2093; OOC February 2016 - June 2017]
Made of Awesome | Ern-la the Best-wa | TZ's Apogee
Employees new and old should stop by this table just inside the entrance to the party. For all employees, generous swag bags have been laid out, containing a magically self-sizing tee-shirt, emblazoned with "Property of the Ministry of Magic" and the seal of the Ministry; a coupon for a free beverage in the cafeteria; a 10%-off coupon in the gift shop; a quill and set of standard muggle pencils; and a mug, with each department receiving a different color. One bag per employee!
New employees, continue along the table to pick up your temporary ID, check-in with whichever Department Head happens to be rotating through the area, and grab materials for your first day. You planned on an evening of reading after the party, right?
Getting dressed for this thing had been it's own special torture. Between her daughters wanting to try on her shoes, to trying to figure out what even was appropriate, Emmalee was exhausted before she even got to the party. As a Department Head, it wasn't as if she could just kick back and enjoy, so her outfit had to allow her to move around quickly as well as convey appropriateness. So as she'd stared into her closet, she'd eliminated most options: too long to walk easily, too low cut for the boss, too fussy for an eventing that was work, etc.
So by the time she'd arrived, Emmalee decided that she couldn't handle much in the way of small talk, so she headed straight for the welcome table. Stepping behind it, she fully intended to spend as much time as possible having short, perfunctory conversations with new employees as they picked up their things.
That... she could handle.
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Has anyone ever sung you a lullaby?
You can fly above the rain clouds
Close your eyes
Let the melody carry you
Leave all your fears behind
You can float across a rainbowsky
to once upon a time
Sassenach l theJoff l RoughDough l Aslan l Snidget l My Lord Kate l Dark-Side l BEETSSS l smol George
So apparently having a job required one to wake up before two in the afternoon, something that Archer hadn't done since Hogwarts. It was already taking a strain on his mental health, and the job hadn't even begun yet, this was only the lame-party thing and to be honest he had almost been late to it as well. So if anyone was gonna give him a hard time for not being dressed in "Office-Appropriate-Clothing", he was leaving and going right back to bed. He was too pretty for that kind of nonsense.
The room was already much more crowded than he would have liked, even all the hype in his former Common-Room hadn't made him desire solitude as much as this place did and he knew that it was only going to get worse. So naturally he sought out the most quite place he could find, which also happened to be where he was supposed to pick up his Ministry-junk.
Approaching the table with his hands in the pockets of his jacket, Archer shot the woman behind it a small-smirk and included his head towards the bags on the aforementioned table. "Those for us?" Hopefully the bags contained a heap of caffeine-loaded drinks, cause that seemed to be the only thing that would get Archer through this Orientation. "And apparently we get like IDs or something? Are you the one that handles that as well?" He hoped so, cause he wasn't wasting his time looking for some stupid ID. . .
Nick was wearing a gray suite to match his silver hair. He stood at the edge of the room and observed.
So many people in one room made Nick feel a little edgy. It's not that he hated people. It was just that he wasn't used to this type of gathering. None of his earlier jobs had involved working with so many people.
"Good morning sir," he greeted the woman politely behind the counter. Then he bent down and signed in, muttering under his breath something unintelligible about crystal balls as he did so.
"Pencils? Cute." He raised his eyebrow at the pencils and took his bag to the side. Now he would look for his new employer...
So apparently having a job required one to wake up before two in the afternoon, something that Archer hadn't done since Hogwarts. It was already taking a strain on his mental health, and the job hadn't even begun yet, this was only the lame-party thing and to be honest he had almost been late to it as well. So if anyone was gonna give him a hard time for not being dressed in "Office-Appropriate-Clothing", he was leaving and going right back to bed. He was too pretty for that kind of nonsense.
The room was already much more crowded than he would have liked, even all the hype in his former Common-Room hadn't made him desire solitude as much as this place did and he knew that it was only going to get worse. So naturally he sought out the most quite place he could find, which also happened to be where he was supposed to pick up his Ministry-junk.
Approaching the table with his hands in the pockets of his jacket, Archer shot the woman behind it a small-smirk and included his head towards the bags on the aforementioned table. "Those for us?" Hopefully the bags contained a heap of caffeine-loaded drinks, cause that seemed to be the only thing that would get Archer through this Orientation. "And apparently we get like IDs or something? Are you the one that handles that as well?" He hoped so, cause he wasn't wasting his time looking for some stupid ID. . .
Lynley recognized this one. Since all job applications did require a photo...yeah. This one of her new ones. Named Archer. Also.
He was wearing jeans.
Jeans.
JEANS.
AT THE MINISTRY OF MAGIC ORIENTATION.
Lynley wasted no time in marching up to Mr. Stark with a CLACK of her heels, nodding at Emmalee in acknowledgement before clearing her throat. "Hello there, Mr. Stark. I'm your new boss, Lynley Purcell." She held out her hand for him to shake. "And I highly suggest you throw all jeans out of your wardrobe if you want to continue having a job with me."
That was dramatic. Lynley knew it was dramatic. She laughed.
MUahahahahaha.
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"You can justify anything if you do it poetically enough."
Sassenach l theJoff l RoughDough l Aslan l Snidget l My Lord Kate l Dark-Side l BEETSSS l smol George
SPOILER!!: O__o
Lynley recognized this one. Since all job applications did require a photo...yeah. This one of her new ones. Named Archer. Also.
He was wearing jeans.
Jeans.
JEANS.
AT THE MINISTRY OF MAGIC ORIENTATION.
Lynley wasted no time in marching up to Mr. Stark with a CLACK of her heels, nodding at Emmalee in acknowledgement before clearing her throat. "Hello there, Mr. Stark. I'm your new boss, Lynley Purcell." She held out her hand for him to shake. "And I highly suggest you throw all jeans out of your wardrobe if you want to continue having a job with me."
That was dramatic. Lynley knew it was dramatic. She laughed.
MUahahahahaha.
Before the woman could even answer him, however. he heard the very loud clacking of heels coming from behind him. What? Had he already done something wrong? Archer wasn't sure whether or not to pass the blame to Chloe or to take it upon himself. . . and since the first wasn't here, he was the only one to blame. . . as usual. He had to remind himself, however, that this wasn't Hogwarts and this crazy-person clacking towards him wasn't Airey Flamsteed or Murdoch.
But she was apparently his boss, which wasn't better or worse in his opinion. He plastered another smirk onto his face and took her hand, "It's nice to officially meet you, Ms. Purce-" Wait what. . . throw out all his jeans? Archer dropped the woman's hand and glanced down at his attire, "I didn't know that it was illegal to wear jeans now. . . I didn't get the memo on the dress-code." Smile. He was going to keep his comments to himself for now, there were a lot of things that he wanted to say instead of that. But being unchivalrous to one's boss would be frowned upon. . .
-___- Ugghhh. . .
And now she was laughing. . . for some bizarre reason.
Archer was already regretting this whole job-thing. . . but it was too late now. . .
Emmalee had quirked an eyebrow as the man approached, eyeing his jeans. But just before she could respond to his question, Lynley had arrived. Ah. One of hers. Eyes bouncing from one of them to another, Emmalee decided not to engage beyond a small greeting. "Lynley, pleasure to see you," she said politely before turning to the stacks of new employee materials. She'd caught the man's name during their exchange. Pulling his packet, she passed it over the table. "Do take care, Mr. Stark," she said as politely as she could muster. She trusted tha Lynley could manage her own staff.
Now, the older man. "Are you new to the Ministry?" she asked, not recognizing him. She looked at where he had signed his name and grabbed his bag. "Ah, yes, I recognize your name." Turning again to the stack, she pulled his pack with his temporary id and maps and what not. She turned back to him with a smile. "You'll need this for tomorrow." And with that, she handed the packet over.
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Has anyone ever sung you a lullaby?
You can fly above the rain clouds
Close your eyes
Let the melody carry you
Leave all your fears behind
You can float across a rainbowsky
to once upon a time
elephant-astic•wanderlust•stay in the ninedaaays the original Taco Belle•look at the flowers✿
It was an interesting feeling, being the new kid again. While a younger Ivy might've found the idea rather daunting, adult Ivy was embracing her newness with open arms. She'd already received a job so her skills had been acknowledged and appreciated by the higher-ups. She'd been noticed. That was the hard part done. This-well, this was merely an opportunity for her to scope out her co-workers and figure out where she fit in.
Were those swag bags? Huh. She'd be taking a closer look at those now, yes.
Baguette | there is no D in my name | TRAITORclaw | Queenie of Narnia
It was always quite interesting to Atticus whenever he got the chance to return to the Ministry. He hadn't worked here for very long, and it was over a decade ago now, but it felt nice to come back every now and then. In particular, it was interesting to think about how different his life had been back then - and how he never could have pictured how wonderful it would be to walk in here with his fiancée.
His fiancée who would soon be his wife in less than five months.
Not that he was counting or anything. Ahem.
"Looks like they have something for you," he said, leading Kiera up to the table as they entered. "Would you like to grab one now or wait until the end?"
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together we are dangerous; together with our differences; together we are bolder, braver, stronger
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Originally Posted by AlwaysSnapesGirl
It was always quite interesting to Atticus whenever he got the chance to return to the Ministry. He hadn't worked here for very long, and it was over a decade ago now, but it felt nice to come back every now and then. In particular, it was interesting to think about how different his life had been back then - and how he never could have pictured how wonderful it would be to walk in here with his fiancée.
His fiancée who would soon be his wife in less than five months.
Not that he was counting or anything. Ahem.
"Looks like they have something for you," he said, leading Kiera up to the table as they entered. "Would you like to grab one now or wait until the end?"
Arm wrapped delicately around Atticus' arm, Kiera felt a bit more at ease than she had the previous' year at orientation. Naturally the present company had much to do with said ease, but the room resonated with a sense of familiarity - faces she had worked with and grown accustomed to for a year now and mimicked motions from the previous year. It calmed her nerves and helped ensure that her fiancé not suffer anything resembling a death grip on his arm.
"We're here now...so let's pick it up now," she whispered softly in reply while giving his arm a gentle squeeze. Her clutch had a bit of an extension charm placed upon it, so she could always fit the swag bag in it if it became cumbersome. "Feeling a bit nostalgic?" she smiled up at him, not yet reaching for any bag in particular.
Kiera's frame went a bit rigid, eyes wide and nails digging into Atticus' arm, when there was a bit of commotion regarding someone's attire at orientation.
Oh....my....
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Lynley recognized this one. Since all job applications did require a photo...yeah. This one of her new ones. Named Archer. Also.
He was wearing jeans.
Jeans.
JEANS.
AT THE MINISTRY OF MAGIC ORIENTATION.
Lynley wasted no time in marching up to Mr. Stark with a CLACK of her heels, nodding at Emmalee in acknowledgement before clearing her throat. "Hello there, Mr. Stark. I'm your new boss, Lynley Purcell." She held out her hand for him to shake. "And I highly suggest you throw all jeans out of your wardrobe if you want to continue having a job with me."
That was dramatic. Lynley knew it was dramatic. She laughed.
MUahahahahaha.
Before the woman could even answer him, however. he heard the very loud clacking of heels coming from behind him. What? Had he already done something wrong? Archer wasn't sure whether or not to pass the blame to Chloe or to take it upon himself. . . and since the first wasn't here, he was the only one to blame. . . as usual. He had to remind himself, however, that this wasn't Hogwarts and this crazy-person clacking towards him wasn't Airey Flamsteed or Murdoch.
But she was apparently his boss, which wasn't better or worse in his opinion. He plastered another smirk onto his face and took her hand, "It's nice to officially meet you, Ms. Purce-" Wait what. . . throw out all his jeans? Archer dropped the woman's hand and glanced down at his attire, "I didn't know that it was illegal to wear jeans now. . . I didn't get the memo on the dress-code." Smile. He was going to keep his comments to himself for now, there were a lot of things that he wanted to say instead of that. But being unchivalrous to one's boss would be frowned upon. . .
-___- Ugghhh. . .
And now she was laughing. . . for some bizarre reason.
Archer was already regretting this whole job-thing. . . but it was too late now. . .
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Originally Posted by AmbiguouslyMe
Emmalee had quirked an eyebrow as the man approached, eyeing his jeans. But just before she could respond to his question, Lynley had arrived. Ah. One of hers. Eyes bouncing from one of them to another, Emmalee decided not to engage beyond a small greeting. "Lynley, pleasure to see you," she said politely before turning to the stacks of new employee materials. She'd caught the man's name during their exchange. Pulling his packet, she passed it over the table. "Do take care, Mr. Stark," she said as politely as she could muster. She trusted tha Lynley could manage her own staff.
Now, the older man. "Are you new to the Ministry?" she asked, not recognizing him. She looked at where he had signed his name and grabbed his bag. "Ah, yes, I recognize your name." Turning again to the stack, she pulled his pack with his temporary id and maps and what not. She turned back to him with a smile. "You'll need this for tomorrow." And with that, she handed the packet over.
Lynley would enjoy this minnow, wouldn't she? A smirk curling across her face, she grabbed a goody-bag (one for her department) and quirked an eyebrow. "You didn't think an orientation--one the night before our first day back at work tomorrow--would require something nicer than jeans?" she asked, holding the bag to her stomach.
She was amused but also...kid, really? Lynley felt like she sort of had an obligation to take him under her wing. Or at least to...push him out of the nest a little. Maybe he'd fly.
"Yes, nice to see you, too, Emmalee. You're looking as radiant as ever." You were supposed to tell mothers these things, right? Or was that expectant mothers >.> She'd probably been reading too many magazines in preparation for Gabby's foolish pregnancy and...all that motherhood stuff.
Ugh.
Lynley wrinkled her nose just thinking about it.
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"You can justify anything if you do it poetically enough."
Sassenach l theJoff l RoughDough l Aslan l Snidget l My Lord Kate l Dark-Side l BEETSSS l smol George
SPOILER!!: Mama Lyn :3
Lynley would enjoy this minnow, wouldn't she? A smirk curling across her face, she grabbed a goody-bag (one for her department) and quirked an eyebrow. "You didn't think an orientation--one the night before our first day back at work tomorrow--would require something nicer than jeans?" she asked, holding the bag to her stomach.
She was amused but also...kid, really? Lynley felt like she sort of had an obligation to take him under her wing. Or at least to...push him out of the nest a little. Maybe he'd fly.
"Yes, nice to see you, too, Emmalee. You're looking as radiant as ever." You were supposed to tell mothers these things, right? Or was that expectant mothers >.> She'd probably been reading too many magazines in preparation for Gabby's foolish pregnancy and...all that motherhood stuff.
Ugh.
Lynley wrinkled her nose just thinking about it.
Archer was momentarily (and thankfully) distracted from his new boss' presence when the woman, Emmalee, handed him his temp. ID and his bag-thing. He proceeded to open said bag, rummaging and nodding through Mrs. Purcell's disgusted-sounding question about his jeans, which he was going to choose to ignore. "I just think that you Brits are too stiff when it comes to things like this." Back in Manhattan he could have walked around with jeans sagging to his ankles and no one would have blinked an eye. Eyes still downcast to the contents on his baggie, Archer gave a little snort and pulled out the cup. "Purple?" Oh well.
He dropped the cup back into the bag, hopping that it wouldn't break into a billion pieces, and turned his attention back to Mrs. Purcell. "Tell you what, Boss Lady, if I get to keep my job. . . then I'll wear a special monkey-suit tomorrow, just for you." Smirk. That would hopefully satisfy the woman . . . but then again, he didn't even know where his job would take him and he really didn't want to ruin his suit. She'd probably send him down into a sewer to get a missing portkey. . . hmmm.
Why she was wrinkling her nose, Archer didn't know. He was the one that was going to be diving in poo-water, so that should have been his expression. . .
Lynley would enjoy this minnow, wouldn't she? A smirk curling across her face, she grabbed a goody-bag (one for her department) and quirked an eyebrow. "You didn't think an orientation--one the night before our first day back at work tomorrow--would require something nicer than jeans?" she asked, holding the bag to her stomach.
She was amused but also...kid, really? Lynley felt like she sort of had an obligation to take him under her wing. Or at least to...push him out of the nest a little. Maybe he'd fly.
"Yes, nice to see you, too, Emmalee. You're looking as radiant as ever." You were supposed to tell mothers these things, right? Or was that expectant mothers >.> She'd probably been reading too many magazines in preparation for Gabby's foolish pregnancy and...all that motherhood stuff.
Ugh.
Lynley wrinkled her nose just thinking about it.
Archer was momentarily (and thankfully) distracted from his new boss' presence when the woman, Emmalee, handed him his temp. ID and his bag-thing. He proceeded to open said bag, rummaging and nodding through Mrs. Purcell's disgusted-sounding question about his jeans, which he was going to choose to ignore. "I just think that you Brits are too stiff when it comes to things like this." Back in Manhattan he could have walked around with jeans sagging to his ankles and no one would have blinked an eye. Eyes still downcast to the contents on his baggie, Archer gave a little snort and pulled out the cup. "Purple?" Oh well.
He dropped the cup back into the bag, hopping that it wouldn't break into a billion pieces, and turned his attention back to Mrs. Purcell. "Tell you what, Boss Lady, if I get to keep my job. . . then I'll wear a special monkey-suit tomorrow, just for you." Smirk. That would hopefully satisfy the woman . . . but then again, he didn't even know where his job would take him and he really didn't want to ruin his suit. She'd probably send him down into a sewer to get a missing portkey. . . hmmm.
Why she was wrinkling her nose, Archer didn't know. He was the one that was going to be diving in poo-water, so that should have been his expression. . .
Pfffft. "You obviously haven't lived here long ago," she said dryly. "It's just I being stiff about this. I assure you, the Accidents head would be delighted with your jeans." Where was Aron anyways? Hadn't she just seen him a few seconds----ah! There he was! She gave him a small wave before turning back to her....lovely employee.
"Purple is our department's color. Don't gripe about it, I didn't pick it," she snipped. It was a lovely shade of purple anyways...she liked it! Humph. "And call me Lynley, not...boss lady." As much as she liked the title and all...just....Lynley would suffice. "I would really rather not you see in a monkey suit..ever..." Merlin, this kid was dense. "Just make sure you come tomorrow looking NORMAL, if you will. Merlin. How old are you again? Nineteen?" she wanted to guess younger but knew that was IMPOSSIBLE so...
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"You can justify anything if you do it poetically enough."
Sassenach l theJoff l RoughDough l Aslan l Snidget l My Lord Kate l Dark-Side l BEETSSS l smol George
SPOILER!!: HAAAAALLPPPP
Pfffft. "You obviously haven't lived here long ago," she said dryly. "It's just I being stiff about this. I assure you, the Accidents head would be delighted with your jeans." Where was Aron anyways? Hadn't she just seen him a few seconds----ah! There he was! She gave him a small wave before turning back to her....lovely employee.
"Purple is our department's color. Don't gripe about it, I didn't pick it," she snipped. It was a lovely shade of purple anyways...she liked it! Humph. "And call me Lynley, not...boss lady." As much as she liked the title and all...just....Lynley would suffice. "I would really rather not you see in a monkey suit..ever..." Merlin, this kid was dense. "Just make sure you come tomorrow looking NORMAL, if you will. Merlin. How old are you again? Nineteen?" she wanted to guess younger but knew that was IMPOSSIBLE so...
Well, he hadn't, cause he till had his accent and all. "No, I haven't. We moved here when I was ten, so only about nine-ish years." But he had to live in a castle that almost only consisted of Brits, so he knew a thing or two about them. . . and his sister was basically growing up as one. He still couldn't see what the bring problem with his jeans was, they didn't look that unprofessional, did they? "Can my attire be judged by them instead then?" #sarcasticsmile. Archer turned his head towards where his boss was waving, spotting a dude that was actually wearing a suit. . . pffttt.
Archer snorted again and shook his bag slightly, "It reminds me too much of Potion for Dreamless Sleep. . . and it's not a fond memory." The Healers had prescribed it to his father after his mother's death, to stop the nightmares, but the side-effects were anything but pretty. . . but anywayyy, this wasn't the place to dwell on those thoughts. . .
Archer stared blankly at the woman for a second before giving a little snort of laughter, "You do know that it isn't an actual monkey-suit, right?" Merlin, was she serious? "It's a term used for a suit. . . cause it's super uncomfortable and makes a guy look like a chi- you know what, nevermind. . . " Clearly she had never heard of the term before. . . and Archer wasn't even going to try and explain it to her. "Will do, Boss La- Lynley. . . jip, just turned nineteen in December." What his age had to do with it, he didn't really know. . . cause he wasn't into older ladies if that's what she was trying to figure out. . .
More eye rolling from Lynley Purcell. One day, her eyes were going to roll right out of her head, she just knew it. But it wouldn't be her fault--OH HO HO, NO--it was everyone else's for being absolutely ridiculous 98% of the time. Why couldn't people be normal? Be behaved? Or at least civilized?"No. I'm your boss. Not him." Sigh. This one...was going to be a handful.
She didn't even want to know his business. Not at all. So no comments here.
Regardless of whether he wanted to wear a monkey-costume or an actual suit, Lynley waved her hand at him. "A suit isn't necessary for everyday work, child," she said condescendingly, her tone...sharp. "Just not JEANS." Because NO.
"I can tell. You have a lot to learn," she glared at him. "Don't be late tomorrow. You're on my list, Mr. Stark," she brushed past him roughly.
List of death NBD
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"You can justify anything if you do it poetically enough."
Jonas was slightly annoyed that Hogwarts was in session. Because that meant Hadley Denaker was in Scotland, and not next door. It meant he'd lost his on hand babysitter. The girl's twin was there, but she always seemed to be too busy, and he wasn't entirely sure he'd trust Natalie Denaker to keep an eye on Octavia. She didn't seem to have the same affinity with kids that Haddie did.
All of this was on his mind right now, because he was alone. His husband, Malcolm, had to stay home and keep an eye on the munchkin, since they couldn't find a babysitter. It wasn't that he was lost without Malcolm, as Jonas was the more sociable one out of the two, it was just that, well, he liked to have his husband with him.
Driving the thoughts from his mind, least he focus too readily on them and his mood turn a little glum, Jonas approached the table. He was looking for where to sign in, but...Oh, hey, goody bags! Sweet. But wasn't he supposed to get his temporary ID badge too? Or was that later? Maybe that chap knew? Jonas picked up a bag set out for his new department, and made his way over the guy. "Uh, pardon me. Do you know where to pick up our ID badges?"
Nick nodded solemnly at the lady who asked if he was new to the ministry. "Yes, I'm new to the Ministry. I had a hunch the other day that joining seemed like the right thing to do and so I went with it. Does that make sense to you?" He collected what she gave him. "Thank you very much sir."
Sassenach l theJoff l RoughDough l Aslan l Snidget l My Lord Kate l Dark-Side l BEETSSS l smol George
SPOILER!!: Came in at an awkward time
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Originally Posted by kayquilz
More eye rolling from Lynley Purcell. One day, her eyes were going to roll right out of her head, she just knew it. But it wouldn't be her fault--OH HO HO, NO--it was everyone else's for being absolutely ridiculous 98% of the time. Why couldn't people be normal? Be behaved? Or at least civilized?"No. I'm your boss. Not him." Sigh. This one...was going to be a handful.
She didn't even want to know his business. Not at all. So no comments here.
Regardless of whether he wanted to wear a monkey-costume or an actual suit, Lynley waved her hand at him. "A suit isn't necessary for everyday work, child," she said condescendingly, her tone...sharp. "Just not JEANS." Because NO.
"I can tell. You have a lot to learn," she glared at him. "Don't be late tomorrow. You're on my list, Mr. Stark," she brushed past him roughly.
List of death NBD
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Originally Posted by Cals
Jonas was slightly annoyed that Hogwarts was in session. Because that meant Hadley Denaker was in Scotland, and not next door. It meant he'd lost his on hand babysitter. The girl's twin was there, but she always seemed to be too busy, and he wasn't entirely sure he'd trust Natalie Denaker to keep an eye on Octavia. She didn't seem to have the same affinity with kids that Haddie did.
All of this was on his mind right now, because he was alone. His husband, Malcolm, had to stay home and keep an eye on the munchkin, since they couldn't find a babysitter. It wasn't that he was lost without Malcolm, as Jonas was the more sociable one out of the two, it was just that, well, he liked to have his husband with him.
Driving the thoughts from his mind, least he focus too readily on them and his mood turn a little glum, Jonas approached the table. He was looking for where to sign in, but...Oh, hey, goody bags! Sweet. But wasn't he supposed to get his temporary ID badge too? Or was that later? Maybe that chap knew? Jonas picked up a bag set out for his new department, and made his way over the guy. "Uh, pardon me. Do any of you know where to pick up our ID badges?"
Did she seriously just come here to criticize his jeans, call him a child, threaten him with some list and then just SHOVE right past him??!!
With a frustrated sign, Archer watched his new 'boss' walk away, a little bit pleased to see her go. But their first meeting only proved what he was dreading the most, that this job was going to suck, suck majorly.
He turned back to Emmalee and gave her a small smile, "Thanks for the, um, stuff I guess."Much appreciated. It would be even more appreciated if you could forget what just happened here. . . He was about to walk away (hopefully to find some kind of bar), when another man appeared at the table asking him for the IDs. Newbie too. This one was smarter about his clothing choice, which made Archer feel even more foolish about this whole ordeal. "Uhm yeah. Just give Emmalee over here your name and she'll get it for you." He included his head towards the woman when he spoke, in case this bloke couldn't figure out who Emmalee was.
"If you're working in Transport, you'll be pleased to hear that the boss will love your clothes. And just a heads up if you are, she has a thing against jeans and people breathing in her general-direction." Archer envied him if he worked in Accidents, cause that boss seemed cool as hell. . .
The green floor length gown Pem was wearing felt slightly strange. It had been a whole year since she was dressed so fancy. She took a deep breath as the line moved forward, she'd check in and go to find Gabby and the others. "Hello." Pem smiled when it was her turn. "Pemberly Perkins from Department of Environmental Regulation and Protection, present." She gave a double thumbs up, see she was excited!
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Originally Posted by kayquilz
More eye rolling from Lynley Purcell. One day, her eyes were going to roll right out of her head, she just knew it. But it wouldn't be her fault--OH HO HO, NO--it was everyone else's for being absolutely ridiculous 98% of the time. Why couldn't people be normal? Be behaved? Or at least civilized?"No. I'm your boss. Not him." Sigh. This one...was going to be a handful.
She didn't even want to know his business. Not at all. So no comments here.
Regardless of whether he wanted to wear a monkey-costume or an actual suit, Lynley waved her hand at him. "A suit isn't necessary for everyday work, child," she said condescendingly, her tone...sharp. "Just not JEANS." Because NO.
"I can tell. You have a lot to learn," she glared at him. "Don't be late tomorrow. You're on my list, Mr. Stark," she brushed past him roughly.
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Did she seriously just come here to criticize his jeans, call him a child, threaten him with some list and then just SHOVE right past him??!!
With a frustrated sign, Archer watched his new 'boss' walk away, a little bit pleased to see her go. But their first meeting only proved what he was dreading the most, that this job was going to suck, suck majorly.
He turned back to Emmalee and gave her a small smile, "Thanks for the, um, stuff I guess."Much appreciated. It would be even more appreciated if you could forget what just happened here. . . He was about to walk away (hopefully to find some kind of bar), when another man appeared at the table asking him for the IDs. Newbie too. This one was smarter about his clothing choice, which made Archer feel even more foolish about this whole ordeal. "Uhm yeah. Just give Emmalee over here your name and she'll get it for you." He included his head towards the woman when he spoke, in case this bloke couldn't figure out who Emmalee was.
"If you're working in Transport, you'll be pleased to hear that the boss will love your clothes. And just a heads up if you are, she has a thing against jeans and people breathing in her general-direction." Archer envied him if he worked in Accidents, cause that boss seemed cool as hell. . .
She was definitely note late to this thing; everyone else was simply early! Besides, she was now considered a "returning employee" having survived ONE WHOLE year of working at the Ministry, to which Chloe was thrilled about. The ginger may have even went a little overboard for the occasion with purchasing a new dress and new shoes, but hey, she had money now and felt good!
Approaching over to the goodie bag table first, the nineteen year old stopped just before reaching the table to pick up her bag of freebies as she spotted him. Her former housemate and partner-in-crime. And was he really seriously wearing JEANS?!? She knew he was planning on taking a year off after Hogwarts, but she didn't realize the year had given her friend such a LAID BACK attitude. LIKE more than ever.
"Evening Ms Purcell," Chloe greeted like the shining employee that was. She then turned toward Archer. "Archer Stark. Follow me." Because was she was totally going to march his bottom right out of the room and transfigure his attire into something appropriate. Magic was a wonderful invention.
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Though he wasn’t completely running the welcome table, the department heads seemed to be handling that, Simon still felt the need to be around that general vicinity. You know…scope out all the new employees, most of which he had read about or glanced at their files in passing as they got cleared. See who all was returning to the bustling abode that was the British Ministry of Magic. All in all, the head of Security was keeping his ever-watchful eye on the festivities. Time to get back into the swing of things after the holiday break.
Not that he ever truly wasn’t careful about things.
Speaking of things, Lynley seemed to be the head at the moment, and having an interesting conversation with an employee. One of HER employees. Oh dear. Simon hoped for the man’s sake he listened to the advice. The law man simply gave the woman a polite nod of acknowledgement, not wanting to interfere, and moved behind the table as it was vacated. It appeared he was to be stepping in until the next boss person ma---nope correction. One was already there as he registered the new Environmental head. It might be weird to not have the quirky Harmony around.
Hearing a question, he moved to speak in answer, but Lynley’s target had taken care of it, directing the new woman to Emmalee. So Simon instead took up an attentive perch in case anyone else needed help.
The first thing she did was check in and get her temporary ID. Sakura worried if she didn't then random security would come to her and drag her out by her arms, her heals dragging behind. It was a very plausible and real scenario.
Brushing a hand down her pretty gown - the one her parents sent her because they didn't hate her and still loved her very much even if she did move out before finding a husband - she wandered toward the goodies table. She peeked into a few bags, curious to see if they were all the same or not. And they were. It was fair but disappointing. She took one anyway.
Goody bag in hand, she made her way towards the food, accidentally bumping on someone on her way.
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Arm wrapped delicately around Atticus' arm, Kiera felt a bit more at ease than she had the previous' year at orientation. Naturally the present company had much to do with said ease, but the room resonated with a sense of familiarity - faces she had worked with and grown accustomed to for a year now and mimicked motions from the previous year. It calmed her nerves and helped ensure that her fiancé not suffer anything resembling a death grip on his arm.
"We're here now...so let's pick it up now," she whispered softly in reply while giving his arm a gentle squeeze. Her clutch had a bit of an extension charm placed upon it, so she could always fit the swag bag in it if it became cumbersome. "Feeling a bit nostalgic?" she smiled up at him, not yet reaching for any bag in particular.
Kiera's frame went a bit rigid, eyes wide and nails digging into Atticus' arm, when there was a bit of commotion regarding someone's attire at orientation.
Oh....my....
He nodded. It was a reasonable decision, especially with the always useful extension charms. The next question received a smile. "A bit, yes. And thinking how thankful I am for the present." As much as people tended to paint the past in a rosy, nostalgic light, he had very little desire to dwell too long on memories when there were more important things to look forward to.
Atticus felt the instant change in her grip on his arm and in her posture then, so his eyes turned briefly toward the two people arguing - that young man was wearing jeans? Here? - then his attention returned to Kiera.
"Let's go see what food they're offering," he suggested, picking up a random goody bag for her and attempting to guide her away from the commotion. "Are you hungry?"
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Angelo hadn't brought a date, not because there was nobody to bring -he could have brought his girlfriend after all- but because the whole point of all of this was to do it on his own. Completely on his own. And Toussaints didn't do things by halves. He had opted for dressy casual, wearing good trousers and a jacket over a soft light sweater. No sneakers for him. Boots. Nice boots. To him this wasn't the kind of event that required a tux or even a three-piece, but a bit of pride and effort was still worth while.
The nineteen-year-old approached the check in after taking a moment to orient himself, and scanned the table for his identity badge. The swag bags he was less interested in. The goal here was simply to take his badge and move on.
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Macadrian left the cottage feeling confident and attractive. She wore her power red lipstick and her hair was on point. She never thought of herself as old, that is, until she arrived here and saw so many young employees. Babies! Some of them are just babies. I could be their mother! Greeeeat.
It's not that Mac didn't love this generation or youth. She was, afterall, responsible for shaping many young minds during her tenure as a professor at Hogwarts. It's just that this was now the start of her third career - fourth if you counted the years she stayed home to be a mother, and the contrast between her life experience and that of the fresh faced new graduates was glaringly apparent to her.
When she finally made it to the front of the line, she pushed away thoughts of age, and declared herself, "Macadrian Shackleton-Clark, Accidents and Catastrophes."