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kayquilz · 06-16-2015, 04:09 AM

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As you enter the office of Ms. Purcell, try not to startle yourself with your own reflection in the enormous mirror Lynley has placed beside her desk. Trinkets of all kinds lay sprawled in a seemingly haphazard, but most likely planned, way on top of the filing cabinet below the mirror.

The smell of vanilla scented candles and something….else, resembling the stringent smell of rubbing alcohol, wafts throughout the office, and Lynley’s enormous nail polish collection(her at-work one) behind her desk probably has /nothing/ to do with it.

There is a tank to the left of her desk that holds three jellyfish: Laila, Jocasta, and Esmeralda. Do not touch the glass. Lynley will not be happy with you if you disturb her jellies.

Come in, take a seat, and have a nice, little chat with your boss…if you want. Better make sure it’s worth Lynley’s time.

What do jellyfish eat, again?

OOC: WELCOME TO THE OFFICE. Come on in and chat with us! Just make sure to have your charrie knock first. Or don’t, and just face Lynley’s wrath.

AmbiguouslyMe · 07-22-2015, 02:07 AM

Accommodations. Alternative plans. The last couple months had been full of them, from changing her diet to abandoning her heels.. having to come and ask a favor of Lynley Purcell. Emmalee wasn't not fond of the woman. But she wasn't necessarily fond of her either.

Rapping her knuckles against the door, Emmalee rested a hand on her quite obvious bump. Cat was... definitely out of the bag. Not that there'd been an announcement. But you'd have to be paying very little attention not to know that the Department Head was expecting. Merlin, she hoped the woman called her in quickly. She really wanted to sit.

kayquilz · 07-22-2015, 03:19 AM

Lynley Purcell was painting her nails at her desk while taking a break from some dreadfully dull paperwork she had...been pushing off for some time. But alas, the time to...push things forward, with certain legislation, was here. And she couldn't neglect paperwork any longer.

So four hours she spent indulged in the wonderful stuff..and now, time for a mini!break. As she dipped the brush into the bottle, she heard the knock...well, she had one hand done. And not even the second coat yet. Merlin. Was it one of her employees? She had been terrible to them today! WHY IN THE WORLD WOULD THEY BOTHER HER? Merlin's pants!

Sighing, loudly, she waved her wand dramatically, and the door burst open. "WHAT in the WORLD do you--"

Oh.

That red hair, and that....little baby bump was all Lynley needed to see. It was Emmalee Quinn, the Enviro head. Clearing her throat, she looked back down and continued painting her nails a very...interesting color. The nail polish itself smelled strong, stronger than usual for nail polish...hmm. Lynley did like to keep a secret ingredient in her polishes...

"I apologize, Emmalee. I'm a bit sour today--but please--come right in and have a seat. Make yourself as comfortable as you can in that condition." She smiled pleasantly and didn't look up from her nails. Second hand done. She held up her hand to the light, squinting at an imperfection she spotted. "Oh darn it...how....irritating." Could she yell at her nail polish, too, for being less than cooperative today? No? That was considered crazy?

"Oh, and a late congratulations on...that...." she finally gave Emmalee a glance and let her eyes wander down to the woman's stomach. "I mean...at least I hope you're pregnant--oh my--" she began to cackle. "Wouldn't THAT be embarrassing if you weren't--HEH--" she was cracking herself up. Oh dear. "Oh my oh MY--please sit--"

Please. Hurry. Time is money.

AmbiguouslyMe · 07-22-2015, 04:26 AM

As the door swung open, Emmalee was so rudely greeted by Lynley's 'yell first, ask questions later,' approach to management. There was also a waft of... whatever that repulsive smell was and the redhead found herself glad she'd procrastinated on this particular visit. A few weeks ago and the scent would have had her scrambling for the nearest rubbish bin.

Entering the office and settling into a chair, she was about the thank the woman for her congratulations when she began to cackle. The Environmental Head just watched her for a moment, a small smirk creeping on to her face. "Lacing your nail polish with Alihotsy?" It was a joke.. mostly. But that cackling.. Merlin.

"I won't take much of your time, I know you're.. terribly busy," with nail polish, apparently. "But as you can see, apparition isn't exactly in the cards right now and I need to get my aunt's home on Hogsmeade connected to the floo."

Taking the train was not an option.

kayquilz · 07-22-2015, 06:55 AM

Lynley chuckled and twisted the cap back onto the bottle. "Ha. Not this time." She could joke back. Jokes were like, a thing people did. Normal people. Lynley needed to broaden her joke horizons, anyways.

Aaaaand that got a sigh from the Transpo head. "Connected to the floo?" she asked, standing and turning to push the little nail polish bottle back into its space on the wall with all of her colors. "I see. Because...pregnancy reasons." Lynley thought that made enough sense. She skirted over towards her filing cabinet, which rested next to her tank with her jellyfish.

Tap tap tap--

She tapped her fingers softly on the glass, and the pink one, Jocasta, floated lazily next to the glass where Lynley was tapping. "I need to...find the paperwork you'll need to fill out--I know it's a pain, but it's protocol--" she pulled open the filing cabinet and pulled out the correct folder the first time, thank Merlin. Lynley was always organized.

"And..why do you want your aunt's place on the floo? You'll have to answer all this in the paperwork." She pulled out the thin stack of papers and set them in front of Emmalee. "But I'm just being nosy, I suppose--" and it was nice to talk to someone she didn't feel like yelling at

AmbiguouslyMe · 07-23-2015, 04:01 AM

Emmalee opted to.. spare the woman explanation of the anxiety of even considering apparating when your body housed two others. "I expected some paperwork, it's no bother," she said, shifting in her seat. It wasn't.. quite comfortable. Emmalee found herself watching the jellyfish as she waited for the woman to bring over the paperwork. Such an... eclectic choice of pet.

As she took the papers and began to look through them, Emmalee answered without looking up. "Well, I suppose it's technically my house. She signed it over, but she's still living there for now." Emmalee's meticulous handwriting started to fill the page. Lots of little details. No wonder Maribeth never bothered. "But I'd rather not have to take the train or plan my visits around when a shoppe's floo will be open." Terribly inconvenient, that was. She'd gone to see Maribeth just the other weekend and Merlin's beard, what an ordeal.

The redhead stopped writing for a moment and sat back, her free hand moving right to her stomach. That had been... a bit of a flutter. She pressed her hand against the spot and.. yes. There it was again. A smile tugged at the corners of her mouth as Emmalee leaned forward once more to complete the forms.

She'd owl Iwin as soon as she was back to her office.

kayquilz · 07-23-2015, 05:59 AM

Lynley squinted at her jellies as Emmalee filled out the paperwork. She needed to order more brine soon. She was almost out, and the stuff was pretty pricey. She should also fine some live shrimp soon, too. They needed to eat live stuff every so often...

"Paper work is such a pain in the behind...I apologize." Had her thumb already chipped? That was....annoying.

Ooooooh.

A house...in Hogsmeade? Lynley turned to face her. "That is...one heck of a piece of real-estate. You're quite lucky...have you thought of selling it?" she asked, curiously...hmm. HMM. She was sure the house was quaint but...cute. And probably charming. She was thinking of moving her parents closer to London anyways...but Hogsmeade was in Scotland, right?

Emmalee's mannerisms seemed identical to all other pregnant women everywhere in that her hand...suddenly rested on her stomach. Lynley mildly and momentarily wondered what that was like before shivering and sweeping past the redhead to the mirror that hung on the wall, moving a picture frame of her brother slightly over to the left. "When...are you due?" she asked, just to make conversation.

"Also, what in MERLIN'S name will you do for maternity leave? Oh MY how hard that'll be--WHO will you leave in charge of the department?" she smirked and chuckled..."Doesn't sound fun. Oh dear, you must be stressed."

AmbiguouslyMe · 07-23-2015, 05:00 PM

Emmalee considered the forms as she continued to fill them out. She sighed a bit, realizing that a conversation with Maribeth would be in order and hating how tedious those were by owl. Perhaps a patronus message...

She looked up, though, at Lynley's inquiry, but only briefly. As she spoke, she turned her attention back to the forms. "Hogsmeade, yes. I grew up there," she offered by way of explanation. She.. had no desire to get into the ins and outs of how she'd considered selling but ultimately decided not to.

This small talk, though, was edging toward the rather personal. Emmalee supposed she should have expected it. Visible pregnancy seemed to invite all sorts of inquiries. "End of September," she responded, without looking up. "Though, my healer says I likely won't make it that long." Ah, but there was the work related part. Leave. And, Emmalee supposed, what it would mean about the senior leadership at the ministry.

"I suspect I'll take off beginning September," she offered, silently hoping that the twins were not so much earlier that she'd have to leave in August. "I really need to go speak with Delphine about whether a temporary replacement should be found..." She was... reluctant to give any of her current employees supervisory powers... that could muck with working relationships and create all sorts of drama. Or maybe Harmony could just handle the whole level or...

"Stress isn't a strong enough word."

kayquilz · 07-24-2015, 04:30 AM

Lynley nodded...how interesting. Growing up in Hogsmeade seemed rather irritating, though. So many students...ugh. Maybe property there would be a pain in the bum.

And as many pregnant women, you start them on the topic, and they relay unneeded information so willingly. Lynley sat back down behind her desk and pulled her tin of pens towards her to rearrange in a more appealing manner. "Well. Let's hope they don't come too early, then. That's not very good, I hear." Lynley didn't really know else to say. Kids and babies and...hmm. Not her thing.

"I...honestly can't imagine. And being new is...well, hard. I have a lot of things to reorganize and...recalculate. And just redo in general--OH--oh--I'm trying this...be polite thing? Do you want anything to drink? Tea? Water?" Did she have tea? Merlin. Being polite was already tiring.

Aww. Emmalee...did look stressed. Lynley almost felt bad or something. "It'll work out all right. Things tend to...work out themselves in situations like this." She finished arranging her pens and pushed the tin back into its spot.

AmbiguouslyMe · 08-02-2015, 07:49 PM

Emmalee knew just a bit about what it was like being new. After all, it hadn't been that long since she herself had stepped into the head's office. At least she'd had the benefit of time employed at the ministry.

Looking up at Lynley, she nodded, setting the completed paperwork down. "No tea, thank you, though," she began, dealing with Lynley's attempt to be a gracious host. "And I certainly understand the new Head rearranging. This is only my second year as Head, though I was in the Department for a bit before that." That time had certainly made it easier. She knew the routines, was familiar with the workings of the place. She couldn't imagine coming in new and being expected to run a department all at the same time.

"I think that paperwork should be set, though," she said gesturing to the forms she had completed. "What are the next steps?"

kayquilz · 08-03-2015, 05:47 AM

Lynley nodded. "That sounds...nice. Working your way up and whatnot. Makes me wonder what the ones who have been here forever think of me." She chuckled to herself and pulled the completed forms closer to her, glazing her eyes over all the places Emmalee should have filled out...

"Seems to be, yes. Thank you. The next step is..." she opened the filing cabinet..."I should get to your paperwork after...these..." she gestured at the enormous pile. "And once I've reviewed it, we should send someone out to do the connection charms and whatnot. You should hear from me about it no less than two weeks from now."

Lynley would get to Emmalee's quickly, though, because she knew the woman would be stressed out about it...hmm. Maybe she should take some of them home tonight and...get a MOVE on with them.

"I'll try my best to work quickly."

nicole black · 09-09-2015, 02:37 AM

Taladona was in a good mood, a very good mood, the kind of mood that gives you inspiration to write pop songs, novels, poems.... Or march up to a Department Heads office and ask them for a big fat favor. Which was exactly what the blonde was doing. She went to tuck back a lock of her hair, but she'd actually put it up into a neat little bun today. something that had slipped her mind, apparently.

Good thing no one saw that.

Ahem

She reached the door to the office and knocked politely, bouncing a little on her heeled boots as she waited.

kayquilz · 09-09-2015, 04:29 AM

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Originally Posted by nicole black

Taladona was in a good mood, a very good mood, the kind of mood that gives you inspiration to write pop songs, novels, poems.... Or march up to a Department Heads office and ask them for a big fat favor. Which was exactly what the blonde was doing. She went tuck back a lock of her hair, but she'd actually put it up into a neat little bun today. something that had slipped her mind, apparently.

Good thing no one saw that.

Ahem

She reached the door to the office and knocked politely, bouncing a little on her heeled boots as she waited.

Lynley wasn't in her office at the moment. She had been off fixing herself another cup of coffee before delving into lots of paperwork once more. No one had prepared her for the OBSCENE amount of it...sure, she was used to tons of it...but it was just awful.

She wanted to hire an assistant JUST to handle her paperwork ~~and make her coffee and perhaps massage her feet, too~~.

As the brunette approached her office, she saw a younger employee from another level waiting, and Lynley cleared her throat. "Hello--hi--come to see me?" she asked raising an eyebrow inquisitively at her. "Well--come in, then--" she said in an annoyed way. This woman was....putting her back on her paperwork. Merlin.

This better not take long.

She stringent smell of nail polish never seemed to leave Lynley's office. She quickly swooped around to behind her desk and had a seat. "Sit down, please, if you will. Coffee or anything?" Sure, her coffeepot was BROKEN right now, and in repair with someone from Level 3, but that was just FINE. IF the woman wanted some bloody coffee, she SUPPOSED she'd just click her heels all the way BACK to the break room to get some. -___-

nicole black · 09-09-2015, 04:09 PM

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Originally Posted by kayquilz

Lynley wasn't in her office at the moment. She had been off fixing herself another cup of coffee before delving into lots of paperwork once more. No one had prepared her for the OBSCENE amount of it...sure, she was used to tons of it...but it was just awful.

She wanted to hire an assistant JUST to handle her paperwork ~~and make her coffee and perhaps massage her feet, too~~.

As the brunette approached her office, she saw a younger employee from another level waiting, and Lynley cleared her throat. "Hello--hi--come to see me?" she asked raising an eyebrow inquisitively at her. "Well--come in, then--" she said in an annoyed way. This woman was....putting her back on her paperwork. Merlin.

This better not take long.

She stringent smell of nail polish never seemed to leave Lynley's office. She quickly swooped around to behind her desk and had a seat. "Sit down, please, if you will. Coffee or anything?" Sure, her coffeepot was BROKEN right now, and in repair with someone from Level 3, but that was just FINE. IF the woman wanted some bloody coffee, she SUPPOSED she'd just click her heels all the way BACK to the break room to get some. -___-

Tala turned at the click, click, click, of expensive heels on the smooth tile. Ah, there the Department Head was, Tala had almost worried that perhaps the older woman hadn't been in today - which would have meant coming back when her mood was not half as high, and when her nerve might have failed her - so she greeted her with a relieved and warm smile. "Hi, yes, I hope I'm not bothering you." She said, following the woman in after she beckoned her to.

She had forgotten how abrasive Lynley Purcell was, how cut and dry and to the point, not that it bothered her, on no, it didn't bother Tala one bit, after all, she was practically surrounded by prickly, abrasive people (her father, Solomon, Justine), and she was well aware that with some people, it was just their way. In the case of Lynley. Taladona wasn't quite sure yet.

The blonde sat, crossing her long, tanned legs and ignoring the urge to lean forward and rest her elbows on the older woman's desk. Hm, coffee? Did she want coffee? "Uh. no, no thanks, I'm good." She'd grab a coke from the vending machine after this - because having one now would probably look hella unprofessional - Tala peered around with curiosity, her eyes catching sight of the Jellies. "Are those Moon Jellies?" Tala asked, eyes lighting up with interest, momentarily distracted from her request by the exotic fish.

She couldn't remember if they were poisonous to humans.

kayquilz · 09-09-2015, 07:52 PM

Lynley didn't reply to that. She was bothering her. Wasn't it wrong to LIE? Hmph. Her bad mood was only soaked up when Taladona asked about her jellyfish....Lynley immediately stood, once more, and crossed over to her tank.

"Why..yes, they are." She smirked. "You know jellyfish well, then?" The three little guys were floating beautiful in the water, their elongated limbs creating such a picture for them to admire. "The blue one is Laila...the pink one is Jocasta and the green one, my favorite, is Esmerelda." She nodded and clicked her long fingernails on the tank. "I have another tank at home...with five, though. Two pinks, a blue, a green, and a light purple one." She was pleased with Tala, and herself of course.

The tint of her fingernails, today was a mild blue, a muted color in pigment. She ran a finger over one of her nails to feel how smooth the polish was glossed on, and made sure they were in pristine condition.

"I assume you came for something other than to admire my choice of aquatic pet?"

nicole black · 09-12-2015, 04:02 PM

The slight did not go unnoticed by the blonde, nor did the other woman's bad mood. The bad energy vibes were all over the place, for sure, Tala could feel Lynley's energy from two planets away, practically.

But then it suddenly evaporated and the woman was smirking away at her, an odd light shining in her large eyes. Now, it might have been weird, but Taladona wasn't mad about the change at all, after all, the better mood Lynley Purcell was in, the more likely she would be to allow Tala's request. "I do, kinda, yeah." She smiled. "There's an aquarium near where I grew up and they always had Jellies there. And like, I love animals." Tala said, smiling and gushing just a bit. It was part of why she was so good with creatures and taking care of them, her love and affection for them. "They're all gorgeous, like, crazy pretty. Even their names are so cool." She was wondering just how much upkeep they were, probably not the worst or most difficult pets to keep, Moon Jellies.

Oh, right.

Right.

"Yes, I came to ask you about a portkey placement, well, about authorizing one." Were those the correct terms? Was that how you asked? Tala had no idea about the protocol for this... Perhaps it would have been a good idea to look those things up. eep.

kayquilz · 09-13-2015, 05:39 AM

"Where did you grow up? America?" She asked quickly after the sentence was out of Tala's mouth. "California?" She asked, again, just guessing, and as she sat back down at her desk, she pulled out a clipboard with some notes on it. "Your accent is very distinct....I have some acquaintances in California, anyways. The surfing is quite.......adventurous." And maybe even a LITTLE fun...hmph.

"Ah..well..thank you, Miss.....I'm sorry, but I really don't even know your name--" she laughed a little and let her eyes pass over Tala once...she looked vaguely familiar. From...Level...........Four? Five? Somewhere around there...not far from here....?

Oh.

Portkeys.

Of course, it was something that required a LOT of paperwork. She sighed and sett he clipboard down with a clatter and rolled her chair over to her filing cabinet. "Yes. Yes of course--just paperwork. You have to fill these out--and then wait...for the others before you in line--though--do you need it by a certain date? We recommend asking for one a month in advance for a big event..." She sounded bored again...

nicole black · 09-15-2015, 06:36 PM

Tala started nodding as soon as Lynley made her guess, and then she mentioned California and Tala's nodding became much more enthusiastic, only to grow even more so added in the bit about the surfing.She could have squealed with excitement. "Oh my gosh," Yes, yeah, So Cal born and raised." Tala beamed, unable to contain her pleasure at having someone not only be well acquainted with her home town, but who surfed too. "Dude, I love the surf, I grew up surfing those swells and like, my dad, he was a pro back in the day." This was probably much more information than Lynley cared for, but Tala couldn't stop now. "Do you surf a lot?" She couldn't help asking.

"Jordan, Taladona Jordan." The blonde smiled, unbothered by the Department Head's forgetfulness, after all the older woman probably met a crazy amount of people throughout her time here. "I'm the junior werewolf support advisor." Here was the tricky part, the bracing-herself part, because once Lynley knew where she worked and her name, the connection that she was the Werewolf working in department four, would come next.

Maybe it wouldn't be so bad, Purcell seemed cool, after all.

"Oh, uh.. Okay." Poor paperwork? She'd just finished her own, damn it. sigh. Tala listened, nodding her head absentmindedly while looking over the complicated forms, a small pout on her rosy lips. "Well... I need it by next month... Actually, I'll need it every month after this one." Would that mean more paperwork? BLERGH.

kayquilz · 09-16-2015, 01:20 AM

Lynley smiled a little. She was right, as usual. The young lady WAS from California. She just KNEW it! Lynley leaned back in her chair, folding her arms as Tala began to peruse over the paperwork. "I...surf when I visit friends in California. I don't typically do it a lot...but I can surf, when I go. It's a skill that wasn't hard for me to pick up, for some reason...most people find it very difficult. It's a nice way for me to let down my hair--" and she chuckled, tousling her hair that was pulled back into a neat bun. "The couple I'm friends with, I've know for years...went to University with them. They moved there after we graduated--and I try to keep in touch as often as possible. I suspect you still have family there, hmm?"

The woman was friendly enough...she had such an American way of speaking, though, and Lynley had to keep from snickering too harshly at her.

Oh.

Taladon Jordan......

The werewolf.

"Ahh. Yes--you--" she made a slight quirk of her eyebrow but nothing more. "How is...that all going, then? I hope everyone is polite to you." She would keep the conversation very vague, in case the woman was in no mood to speak on such a subject.

....what? Lynley made a VERY confused face. "You need one...for every month?" She had never had a request like this. Ever. A portkey...for every month?! Was that even ALLOWED? She didn't quite know...she was probably able to decide if so or not...."I...have to make inquisitions about this. That's a lot to ask. For how long?" she was squinting suspiciously at Tala, now.

nicole black · 09-16-2015, 02:16 AM

Tala's lips lifted in a little smile as Lynley went on, the woman seemed quite chatty, but Tala found that refreshing and pleasant, especially because she herself was a notorious over-talker.

"My boyf- Well, My fiancé totally can't surf, he has the paddling and the sitting all down, though, but he can't ride, at least not yet." The last time had been pretty crazy, and Tala was beginning to think it might not have been Lucas' fault, what with the wild surf and the number of surfers that had been out there. "I think I might take him again this weekend, though... Like, he'd get it down if he had more practice.... He's really annoyingly talented." Tala joked, though her words were anything but dishonest. Tala nodded, though, not as enthusiastically as before for fear of dislodging her bun which was already feeling a bit wibbly. "My dads live there still, in the hills, not far from Hollywood, my dad works in the biz so... " Tala trailed off, not even bothering to explain further, she was quite used to having people understand without explanation.

Tala sighed inwardly, it was even after all these years, not very easy for her to reopen about these things, but being out was helping her accept it, funnily enough. "Oh yes, everyone's been.. Really good about things." Tala replied, just as vaguely. She was really not up for talking about this, but Tala realized that she would have to if she wanted that Portkey.

..... There was the look she'd expected, the confusion mixed with suspicion that signaled distrust. "I understand it's a weird request, and I wouldn't ask it if i didn't absolutely need it, but it's very important." Because apparating every month back and forth from London to Arizona was running her ragged, and asking it of Lucas was not easy ether. "I realize that it's a lot... And... It would be indefinitely." Tala added, resisting the urge to bite her lip.

"Miss Purcell, I go to Arizona for my changes each month." Tala paused, trying to gather up her thoughts before she spoke again. She took a steadying breath. "My condition weakens me, sometimes to the point where apparating is dangerous, if not, like... Impossible." Idly, she played with her ring. "The portkey is something I need."

kayquilz · 09-16-2015, 03:51 AM

Lynley laughed a little. "Yeah, the couple that I'm friends with? HE cannot surf for anything...hmm." It was actually kind of funny to Lynley. "You have a good build for someone who surfs, mhmm." She decided. She knew nothing about the right surfer body, but she decided Taladona was light but sturdy, and therefore GOOD for surfing.

Total expert, here.

"Ahh. Busy people, then." About her dads. "My parents quite preferred the quiet life after my brother died when I was young--" she slipped it in casually, but her brother's dead had been anything but. It was a pivotal point in her life...yet, she was able to distance and separate herself from the whole thing, now, at an older age. "I feel I live a boring life to some people. I don't care--my job is what I enjoy, and therefore, I'll be a workaholic. No hard in it." She rolled her eyes slightly.....and yeah...

Now the topic of the portkeys.

"So. You're telling me you need 12 portkeys...a year...for the rest of your life?" When phrased like that, Lynley hoped the young girl heard just how ludicrous it sounded. Really, Miss Jordan?! Lynley just stared at her....for awhile...before answering. Her mind was reeling. If she refused to help her outright, she was sure she'd be accused of being a bigot; discrimination against a werewolf. On the other hand.........the request was just....so much.

She didn't know that she could supply that many portkeys....that often. Once a year for life? Maybe. But every MONTH? Lynley had no idea how to answer her...especially since she liked Taladona now.

"You can't.....transform somewhere in Europe? You can't floo? Apparition really makes you that weak?" she would ask....all of this, in order to help Tala as best she could..."That's just...really asking a lot of us. Almost to the point of it being....backbreaking work. I can make you one for next month, that I can assure you..." she sighed and looked down at her clipboard. "I...don't know that I can authorize this."

She was very annoyed that she was being asked this. She was annoyed at feeling stuck, and she was IRRITATED at not being able to grant someone something they needed to make a part of their life that they couldn't control...easier. Merlin. "And...would I need to make one..for the trip there AND back?" Because that doubled the numbers, Taladona.

nicole black · 09-16-2015, 10:57 PM

Tala laughed with Lynley, it was a very different sound from the older woman’s fussy, subdued chukle, no, Tala’s had a brighter note, with a youthfulness that made her seem younger than her 25 years. “Maybe it’s easier for women? ‘cause like… So much of it is about balance and being at ease with giving up control, you know?” Knowing Lynley was a surfer had put Tala at ease, she felt she could understand her, that on some level there was a connection there already formed based on their love and respect of the ocean. .... Well, that was an odd one. “Do I? I’ve never heard that.” Personally, the blonde thought she was a bit too much on the noodle side.

“oh yeah.. My dad never stops.” Not even when they took the very rare vacation, Gideon was practically married to his job as Producer and Ken? Well, he might have been more laid back, but his schedule was just as busy at times. “Oh… Oh, I’m so sorry.” Taladona bit her lip, her stomach rolling over at the casual mention. Poor Lynley Purcell, to have lived through such a tragedy, but the woman seemed so… Uncaring was not the word, no, she seemed okay with it, like she had made her peace, a trait Tala very much admired and envied. “It’s only boring if you feel it is. As long as you’re happy.. Who cares, right?” Workaholic, slouch, daydreamer, attention grabber… They were all titles that really didn’t have a place in the world, not in Tala’s mind. Yes, in this instance, she was in agreement with the eyeroll.

…… Well.
When Lynley said it like that, it definitely sounded silly, and Tala was beginning to think that maybe this portkey business was more complicated than she thought. Too late to step back now, for sure, yes, she had to press on. “Well… At least until I move, or find a better way.” She said, leaning forward in her seat, ready as ever to appeal to the Department Head.

Oh. Oh, these were not fun questions, these were not fun at all. She had expected them (questions like that, invasions into her privacy, were exactly why she hadn’t wanted to seek help), but that didn’t make it any easier. “The time difference between here and there is one of the reasons I… change there, it gives me more time to prepare and be ready. To be honest, I’m very worried about having an open floo in my Arizona place, I prefer to make it that no one can get in… In case… I do my best to make sure no one can waltz in on me in that condition.” This was not fun, not in the slightest and it was taking a lot of concentration to focus on the reason behind all this and not the questions and the gross feelings they brought her way. “Miss Purcell… “ How did she explain this? How did she talk about this with a near stranger? Tala swallowed audibly. “Any kind of excessive magic, or… emotional duress… Physical stress can weaken me in that condition. Sometimes to a point where I can barely walk myself into the house.” She’d had such an incident only a few months ago and was sure it would happen again.

Tala nodded, playing again with her ring, her heart sinking as Lynley spoke.“I.... I understand, If it’s not possible.. Then it’s not possible, but if you could authorize one this month… I would really appreciate that.” Perhaps she would have to think of something else, something that didn’t involve dragging Lucas back and forth each month, but also wouldn’t exhaust her.

She shook her head, quite quickly, quickly enough that her bun came loose and her long hair spilled out. She clucked her tongue, pulling out the bobby pins, she would fix it again after this. “No, I can get myself back, it would just be going.” Would that make it easier? Merlin she hoped so.

kayquilz · 09-17-2015, 05:55 PM

Lynley could understand all of her reasons for wanting a portkey, now that she explained herself. It was perfectly reasonable for the young woman. But the department head was brainstorming as she looked down at her clipboard, which held some of her previous ideas about various transportation methods.

"I get it." She held up her hand for Tala to say no more. She was weak, etc, yes. The brunette sighed and rubbed the bridge of her nose. "I will authorize the one for next month, yes--" she scribbled something on her paper and then scratched it out, violently. "No--that won't work--" she clearly talking to herself, now. Ugh. Her brain was turning over...like a wheel...

She tapped her fingernails on the desk.."What about...if we work with the charms people...down in A&C...to have a...portkey that reestablishes its transportive properties every month...for six times. So...it would last for.....six months, and then you'd need another. It might take awhile to do...we'd have to work with them...but..." She hated bypassing legal paperwork, but in this case...hmm. "I'll keep giving you a monthly portkey until we have something developed for you. How does...that sound?" she asked softly, still sort of thinking a lot...

Davvy_Wavvy · 10-25-2015, 11:42 AM

Tyler left the meeting and pushed all thoughts of anything that was not MLE related to the back of his mind. He did find the activity quite sickening though and wanted to get a move on the bust up before waiting however many weeks it would take to actually gather evidence.

But the boss had spoken.

He turned to grunt at the YATI in greeting when he finally caught up with him. He could do the honours of knocking. Tyler told him that by trailing a pointed stare at the department head's door to the YATI man.

Go on man, you have the honours.

Charely Potter · 10-25-2015, 04:15 PM

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Originally Posted by Davvy_Wavvy

Tyler left the meeting and pushed all thoughts of anything that was not MLE related to the back of his mind. He did find the activity quite sickening though and wanted to get a move on the bust up before waiting however many weeks it would take to actually gather evidence.

But the boss had spoken.

He turned to grunt at the YATI in greeting when he finally caught up with him. He could do the honours of knocking. Tyler told him that by trailing a pointed stare at the department head's door to the YATI man.

Go on man, you have the honours.

Luc had managed to reach the elevators with Tyler before they took off to Level 6 from their area. This was a serious thing, so he was right in that mode.

Hm? Oh, how nice of him. Luc thought as he saw the pointed looks towards the door.... No, no distracting second thoughts. Shaking his head, he knocked whole-heartily. Keeping the task at hand he replayed work-related things in his head while waiting.

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