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Gift Shop and Merchandise Are you an employee or just a visiting guest here at the British Ministry of Magic? Do you consider yourself a personal fan of the Ministry? Do you sometimes wish you had memorabilia with the Ministry's logo all over it? Well, look no further! |
So, he was here. In the gift shop. And not without due purpose. He'd met more than one person who devalued the 'hat' concept, and he was right determined to change that. And how better than a hat, branded with the pride and the joy of his top most employer, the MoM? It was prefect. The idea was flawless. Especially to one so dedicated to the Ministry and the work they did within it. Of course, any good department head would be so dedicated. And of course they would love a branded logo. And it would give a great appreciation for the 'hat'. So, with a grin and a bit of a skip in his step, Rhydian entered the gift shop and began perusing the shelves. |
Simon had to admit, he'd almost forgotten about the sign-up he had completed at the orientation. And the subsequent interdepartmentary memo describing rules, teams and targets alike. The auror turned security man was already knee deep in activity what with watching around the Ministry and helping out where he was needed alongside others in his division. Yet he had tossed the given ball in the pocket of his work robes figuring if opportunity knocked he's take it. Surely that was good enough in this game. Soon enough, one day the knock came and he had noticed his fellow department member strolling around absently. It was clear from the YATI's actions that he wasn't really up to anything officially so Simon didn't feel so bad doing what he was about to do after following Rhydian into the gift shop. He took out the ball from his pocket and kept an eye out, using precision throwing skills from his time on the pitch to take aim at the younger man's back as he passed a shelf into the open. |
Taking a casual stroll, and looking for something to pick up and bring home to Seren, the department head browsed the various goods looking for juuuuuuuuust the right thing. Was a Ministry onsie too obvious a gesture? He was no good at being subtle when it came to such matters, so best not even try. A toy as well. He should also pick up something for his son. But what...one of those toy toilets with flushable Ministry worker? Hmm... |
The ball hit its target, perhaps a tad further left on Rhydian's back then Simon had aimed for but it was a hit nevertheless. Then with a move that reminded him of his days out in the actual field, the older man moved casually behind the shelf that had previously separated the two of them. Now you might have seen me...now you don't. With a wordless summons of the ball in case it was still needed, he grabbed it, turned and headed back out of the gift shop as if he had only entered to give a quick surveillance of the place before moving on to resume his normal duties. Mission accomplished. |
snagging you, Rhydian! Settling on a onesie for now, Aron lifted it up and turned it over back and forth in his hand. Did they have A&C specific ones? Surely they did somewhere.... Crisp blue eyes scanning the display while he still held the generic Ministry of Magic onesie, Aron's gaze feel on a familiar face. Well, familiar in the very vague sense that his glorified babysitter had been with him on a few of her "patrols" on his level during the hand crusher's reign. "Cambridge would probably fancy some chocolate," he said nonchalantly as he set the onesie back down, completely oblivious to the whole ball incident that had just gone down. AHA! Here they were. The A&C onesies. "Isn't that clever," he mused as he read text. |
He had found the hats about the same time something bumped his back. Bumped, because it was a rather strange and fleeting feeling. Rhydian stopped short, turned and blinked. Nothing but shelves and toys and gifts and hats and a man looking at a onesie. He blinked again and rubbed where the bump had hit. Strangest thing. With a grunt, Rhydian prepared to turn back to the task occupying his mind when Mr. Onesie was talking to him. Rather speaking a word that made all other words obsolete. It felt like his heart plummeted into his stomach, and he scrambled to fish it back out. Nothing to feel. There was nothing to feel. Except suspicion. Who was this man? Was this Mr. Cupcake? "Suppose she usually does." He blinked at the man with the onesie. "A bit on the small side, isn't it?" |
Turning the onesie over again to examine the bum - which fittingly read 'with a catastrophe' - the department head thought he would throw caution to the wind and give its not-so-subliminal message a go. Worst she would say is no, but the man really wanted a little sister for Derfael. Or little brother. But little sister if he could get away with it. "Buy several?" he suggested. Cambridge did seem to be more of the quality over quantity sort of gal when it came to this sort of thing. "Nothing like a nice big bag of chocolates to say I love you, am I right?" Maybe he should pick up one of those two while he was here as well...although there was a very good chance they would not make it home. |
To....say.....? Rhydian's gaze narrowed. "I was talking about the onesie, for yourself." But that joke hardly seemed important now. He turned, tucking the hat under his arm and considering the man across from him. "Don't believe we've met." Didn't believe he knew why this man thought he should by Cambridge chocolates to say 'love', of all things. |
"Oh, you were? Apologies," Aron snorted while shaking his head. This kid had an amusing sense of humor, he could get behind that. The onesie would hardly even fit over his bicep. "While I appreciate the hidden compliment, it's for my wife." Not to wear, obviously. Surely someone in Law Enforcement would be able to figure that much out. "Perhaps not officially," the department head nodded, flinging the onesie on to his shoulder and offering his hand. "Aron Ashburry-Hawthorne, Magical Accidents and Catastrophes." The title of department head went without saying, yeah? Don't let him down, Cambridge. |
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What type of wife did he have? The onesie and the man got a serious side-eye of confused musing. He just couldn't put the two together. Perhaps understanding would involve wearing a onesie? Perhaps, even though it would be an utter disgrace, that would be the only way to truly understand. On that thought, he wasn't sure he wanted to truly understand. At any rate, his understanding had to switch gears to catch up. Unofficially. Which meant someone had talked. Which, given the name of Cambridge, he was suspecting that someone was Cambridge. But why on the full moon would Cambridge even bother to talk about him? Unless this was one of her friends? It certainly wasn't Mr. Cupcake, which meant he could return the handshake with one of his own, rather than a knuckle-sandwich. "Blackhold." And things were piecing together. Aron. MAC department. The Department Head! The department head that Cambridge had been babysitting? The very true one. Rhydian found himself sporting a wide grin. "Perhaps you should be the one opting to buy Lex chocolates." Not that he was a fan of condoning other men to buy Lex chocolates, but it would soothe over her good mood on rough days. And if this was indeed the walking, talking legend of Lex's personal picked assignment, the man was sure to need it. |
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Aron took the young man's hand and shook it firmly, now piecing together a few things on his own regarding this particular employee. "Emily has mentioned you a few times," he added nonchalantly. Perhaps not in the most complimentary of ways, but he had been brought up a few times during their trips to the bar after work. Aron looked up at the top of Rhydian's head and chuckled. "Suppose I could," he mused. "Probably would accept chocolate over galleons for her babysitting services." Which would in turn save him and Seren some pocket change. Which also meant that his assumption about this one was wrong. Huh, interesting. Just as well seeing as interoffice romances could be sticky business. |
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Or they would have an understanding. It was what the hat was for. As for the whole chocolate-to-Lex-for-babysitting thing, Rhydian's nose crinkled briefly. One way or another, he had to get used to the idea of other men buying such things for Lex. So, what better way to practice than this. Without missing a beat, Rhydian moved over to one of the shelves, searched the chocolates available there briefly, before plucking out a variety set. He'd bought one of the same for her before, some time ago, and she'd liked them. They were modestly priced too, so it wasn't like he was going to break the Department Head's bank with this. Turning, he handed the man the box. "Here. These are a sure bet." |
It was fun to walk around and see all the new things. The people didn't seem to notice him as he ventured out of the Daycare and walked his little year and a half old legs over to the pretties. Did people know there was so many fun things to look at in here? As he walked into the shop he noticed a soft bear that looked so fun. Losing his balance Alejandro fell on his bum and looked around. Where was mommy? He whimpered a bit when he realized he was alone and didn't know anyone. Getting into a crawl position he crawled the rest of the way to the bear and cuddled it sticking his fingers in his mouth as his lip still wibbled. "Mama" |
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Not sure where the fun place was where he was suppose to be Alejandro just looked back at the man with a wibbling lip. "Mama" He was with nice people that took care of him, but now he wasn't. He wanted to go back with the nice people and get mama hugs. Where was his sister? She was never too far away from him. |
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Flipping on his stomach he got up and waddled his little legs away from the stranger still clinging to the bear. Why was his people not around. His whimpers were getting louder into pure cries. He wanted his mommy and he wanted her now. "WHAAAAAAAAAA" |
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Stopping a minute he made a weird face.... His cries started again and his arms still up for the man. "Mama" He wanted his mama and now he wanted someone to possibly change his diaper. The stink might overwhelm someone. |
Mariel was aware that there was a gift shop in the Ministry located in the Atrium, she just never had need to go there. She wasn't really one to buy merchandise with the Ministry logo on them as gifts for friends or family. In fact, she paid little attention to the gift shop at all, merely knowing of its existence, any time she walked through the Atrium and today would have been no different if she hadn't heard a baby's cries. The crying sounded rather familiar, a mother knowing the sounds of her own children, but surely it couldn't be? She knew her children were safely tucked away in the daycare for the day, though maybe they were taken out for a walk or the sound had echoed in a strange way to make it sound like it was coming from another area. Still, she veered her path towards the gift shop to see what was going on. The cries grew louder as she neared and her eyes searched the area until they landed on her young son. "Alejandro!" she cried out, rushing towards him and scooping him up in her arms. "What on earth are you doing out here?" Her eyes snapped to the man standing near him. "What's going on here?" Who was he and why was he out in the gift shop with her child? Phew.. someone was going to need a diaper change, but first she needed some answers and make sure her baby was safe. |
SPOILER!!: Baby and Mama He blinked and looked at the baby. Uh... holding arms up... no... no... that means up... which means touching... crap... no... he wasn't good at that... and before he could even talk himself into picking up the crying baby there was this SMELL... OH MY BLOODY HELL... what the heck was that SMELL! It was awful! The baby! It was coming from the baby! Oh no... He needs a diaper change! Before Alex could even move to do anything there was a woman who scooped up the baby. He sighed in relief until the woman started questioning him. He raised his hands up in a defensive motion. "I was shopping for a gift for my girlfriend when I saw your... well... I am assuming he is your baby... on the floor with the stuffed animal... I tried looking for a parent to the child but didn't see anyone and he started to move and and and he was crying and I thought it was unsafe for a child to be on the floor and..." He gestured as he took a breathe before starting again. "I was going to scoop him up to keep him safe and return him to the daycare so that they could contact you or whoever..." He blushed, embarrassed. "I... I... I think your baby needs a diaper change..." He gestured half heartedly to the baby. |
Where was his mama. He cried and kept his hands raised to the stranger. Hearing a voice he turned his little brown eyes just in time to see his mommy pick him up. Still clutching the teddy bear, Alejandro wrapped his arm around mommy. Still crying into her shoulder. He was so happy to see her, but his little lip wibbled from being so upset. As he calmed down he looked between the two adults. "Mamma" Could they go home now? He wasn't liking this place anymore. |
SPOILER!!: Alex and Alejandro She kissed the top of her baby's head then snapped her eyes to the man stammering out an explanation. Well. Perhaps he wasn't to blame, but it didn't explain what Alejandro was doing out here all alone. "Yes, he is my son. But last I saw him was when I dropped him off at the daycare. Is he out here all alone?" She expected the man to answer that as he was the one that found him, but she was certain she already knew the answer. Looking down at Alejandro, she gave him a reassuring little smile. "How did you get out here, hmm?" It infuriated her that not only did he somehow escape the daycare unnoticed, but apparently no one still knew he was missing or heard him crying. And on that note, where was the person working at the gift shop? Or was that this man here? |
High tailing it - literally, because his tail was lifted in the air for balance purposes - from the lifts, the department head turned cheetah BOLTED into the gift shop and CRASHED into one of the back walls, knocking off the shelves various bits of merchandise. Hats and t-shirts rained down on the creature while mugs bearing the Ministry's seal fell and shattered on contact. The noise only spooking the animal within but somewhere deep inside Airey Flamsteed was beginning to return to proper consciousness. Maybe. For now this one stuffed animal was being completely and utterly massacred by cheetah teeth and claws. |
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