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Sugar Hill Asylum for the InsaneThe Muggles avoid this decrepit old asylum... mostly because of the rumors that it's haunted! The Specialty Area has set up shop here. Sorry about the ghosts!
The Experimental Treatment Room is probably the most terrifying in the Asylum, as it was for it's patents and staff. After several mysterious deaths occurred due to trial and error of new, 'innovative' forms of treatment, this area was said to be extremely haunted. Once again, by wizard standards, it's hard to tell if this is true because no spirits have made themselves known as spirits will do, but perhaps they are being shy? For the department's purposes, the Department Head, Anthony Cresswell, has decided to set up his office in this room...and will share the space with his Healers.
The floor, walls, and furnishings have all been redone, of course. The floor, in keeping with the Daycare's design, are done in the same polished, dark wood...that will probably squeak under the shoes of the SA employees when they come to share their outrage at the choice of venue. The walls, once peeling and chipped, have been stripped and repainted...but instead of matching with the calming whites and grays, they are a brilliant red. Why red? Apparently that's a fashionable color. The furniture matches up with the flooring, all dark wood and high finish. It looks like nothing is amiss here...but this might be the most dangerous room in the entire building, depending on who you are.
You are always welcomed to visit your Department Head, but as alway...KNOCK FIRST.
OOC: This is an OFFICE RP thread...So, please RP your character knocking before entering the room. This will not be expected of Healer characters as they are sharing the space with the DH.
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It was a new day for a new job, a new day to wear his new suit and tie, the man even had his hair done to make sure that he was presentable when he meets his new boss.
But what in Hades’ name was this? He knew where the British Ministry of Magic was, and he was too sure that this wasn’t the place. Victor Maximilian “Max” Beaugard stood outside the abandoned building with his mouth agape while holding a piece of parchment. On it was the address of his new work place, and the name of his boss. “What kind of bloody joke is this?” the thirty something year old man sneered and turned. The Ministry back in London was indeed closed, therefore convincing himself to visit this…whatever the place was called, that is their make-shift office.
Seeing that he was wasting his time, Max sighed and faced the building. “I did not sign up for this.” He said to himself squinting as he looked at the sorry state of the building. “...actually I take that back.” Heh. Decomposing building meant work, you know. Straightening his jacket, he made his way through the door and was welcomed by a rather revolting scene. “Holy schmuck.” Max made a disgusted face at the sight…and the slight whiff of decomposition that came with it. Where was the Reception Area? You know…to register and drop off the kids? But then…wait, hold up. Parents were supposed to drop their brattylovely kids in this place? Has the Ministry gone bankrupt? Max walked further to see a series of rooms…sort of conference rooms or something. Up ahead was a grand double staircase that leads to the left and right wing of the building. The architect walked up to it and examined the rich wood finish as he figures out the last use of the structure. “Classy.” Max approves of its elegance and continued to survey the rather creepy and silent building. To his right was a door that was emblazoned with letters that read: Experimental Treatment Room
Well, someone did try to make it…look appealing, but it just made Max more disgusted. Trying his best to look past the tacky design, Max tilted his head and stuffed his hands inside his pockets wondering why his boss chose that room. Or the building in general. And…what was he actually doing in there…? Experimental Treatment? What in Merlin’s wrinkles was that about? “Muggle stuff, for sure.” Max murmured and took a step towards the door.
Then he heard a cackle...of a child. Max sloooooowly looked behind him to see no one…then back to the door. Perhaps, there’s a child in there? Er…Probably Cresswell’s daughter...?
Knock. Knock. Knock.
Your magical architect is reporting for duty.
OOC: Yeah, I made some stuff up like the entrance. Hope that's okay with you, Kerri. :3
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SPOILER!!: Victor!
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Originally Posted by Mordred
It was a new day for a new job, a new day to wear his new suit and tie, the man even had his hair done to make sure that he was presentable when he meets his new boss.
But what in Hades’ name was this? He knew where the British Ministry of Magic was, and he was too sure that this wasn’t the place. Victor Maximilian “Max” Beaugard stood outside the abandoned building with his mouth agape while holding a piece of parchment. On it was the address of his new work place, and the name of his boss. “What kind of bloody joke is this?” the thirty something year old man sneered and turned. The Ministry back in London was indeed closed, therefore convincing himself to visit this…whatever the place was called, that is their make-shift office.
Seeing that he was wasting his time, Max sighed and faced the building. “I did not sign up for this.” He said to himself squinting as he looked at the sorry state of the building. “...actually I take that back.” Heh. Decomposing building meant work, you know. Straightening his jacket, he made his way through the door and was welcomed by a rather revolting scene. “Holy schmuck.” Max made a disgusted face at the sight…and the slight whiff of decomposition that came with it. Where was the Reception Area? You know…to register and drop off the kids? But then…wait, hold up. Parents were supposed to drop their brattylovely kids in this place? Has the Ministry gone bankrupt? Max walked further to see a series of rooms…sort of conference rooms or something. Up ahead was a grand double staircase that leads to the left and right wing of the building. The architect walked up to it and examined the rich wood finish as he figures out the last use of the structure. “Classy.” Max approves of its elegance and continued to survey the rather creepy and silent building. To his right was a door that was emblazoned with letters that read: Experimental Treatment Room
Well, someone did try to make it…look appealing, but it just made Max more disgusted. Trying his best to look past the tacky design, Max tilted his head and stuffed his hands inside his pockets wondering why his boss chose that room. Or the building in general. And…what was he actually doing in there…? Experimental Treatment? What in Merlin’s wrinkles was that about? “Muggle stuff, for sure.” Max murmured and took a step towards the door.
Then he heard a cackle...of a child. Max sloooooowly looked behind him to see no one…then back to the door. Perhaps, there’s a child in there? Er…Probably Cresswell’s daughter...?
Knock. Knock. Knock.
Your magical architect is reporting for duty.
OOC: Yeah, I made some stuff up like the entrance. Hope that's okay with you, Kerri. :3
Anthony Cresswell's first order of business at the Asylum had been to get his "HQ" situated. Since it would act as the main office at this location, the room needed to be comforting, inviting, and professional; yet, also efficient. The walls and floors had already been redone, the furniture brought in, and charms in place...but it was a matter of organization now. Anthony was completely cut off from critical files at the Whitehall office...but by some stroke of genius (or sheer foresight), he'd duplicated the SA employee files upon originally taking over. It was really the only reason he'd been able to owl his employees and inform them of the location change.
How disastrous would that have been? Surely, everyone would've assumed they were out of a job.
So, here he was; a metal filing cabinet just to his left...while he meticulously rewrote and resorted all the file!duplicates that had been hoarded at home. There was something to be said about habits...and Anthony was so grateful for his at the moment.
Pausing in his writing, the department head rested back in his seat, pinching his pointer finger and thumb along the bridge of his nose. They'd gotten all the mold and mildew, yes? This pounding headache hadn't been brought on by that, had it? As he took his small break, there was a knock and he sat up straight, prepared to speak with whomever it was. Anthony naturally assumed it was an employee; a disgruntled one with complaints.
"Come in." Yes, he was tense.
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All right. Bradley was definitely excited about the new building. I mean, who wouldn't be excited about working an an old, abandoned, possibly haunted insane asylum. He was definitely going to have to explore and ghost hunt at some point. That and they were kind of going to get their own office spaces which would be nice. No cubicles or anything like that for him. Not to mention his fancy new title. Head Healer On-Call. That definitely meant he was going to have to act more like an adult, but he could manage that.
As he entered the building, he definitely got the creepy vibe. Hopefully people still felt comfortable leaving their kids here. They were definitely going to have to brighten the place up a bit if they wanted to make sure the kids weren't too creeped out. But from the strange sounds coming from the place, it was most definitely haunted. Yep. He was going to have to go on a ghost hunt at some point. Maybe he could talk some of his fellow employees to going with him...
Once he neared his office, he saw another man standing outside the door and heard Anthony beckoning him in. Bradley smiled and offered his hand. "Brad Donovan." They were going to be working together at some point right. Once he shook the man's hand he entered the office. "Hey Anthony. Love the new digs." Maybe a litle too informal for talking to his boss, but he was too excited to care.
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Experimental Treatment Room.
It does have a nice ring to it once you read it over and over again. “But that door. Merlin.” It.was.ugly. The architect, upon hearing his boss beckon him to come inside, took a step forward and reached out to the door knob. Max gave another disgusted face. “Tacky door…dirty knobs...this place is inf--” his thoughts were cut short when he heard footsteps. Ah, good. Another human being. Good, good. Can you please open the door for Mr. OCD? Yes? Yes. Very good, mister.
Max smiled and shook the man’s hand as he introduced himself and followed him inside. The architect took in the scene and judged the room. Yes. Judging. Wrong…wrong…wrong! Max however, kept a straight face as he scanned the room, biting his tongue in the process to prevent himself from twitching at the things he was seeing. “Hades…this is…an office?” Well, looking at the sorry looking file cabinet beside the seated man whom the other guy addressed as Anthony, yes, this was an office. “Good morning, Mr. Anthony Cresswell. I am Victor Maximilian Beaugard, your new magical architect.” Max held out his hand to his Department Head to shake, then to the person who greeted him earlier. “You can call me Max.” And it was a cooler name to go by, yeah? Max gave his warm smile to both men, hiding the tiny bit of awkwardness he felt. “Merlin, my colleagues are young.” He was…expecting Mr. Cresswell to be older. Ah but then, he must be very good to be in that position. Yes, this man has high expectations, young sir.
So! On to business. “I hope you don't mind me asking, Mr. Cresswell, but what…is this place?” Max was itching to ask that question the moment he apparated across the street. “Well, yes I figured that this…” a pause…and a quick judgingscan of the room. “is our office…for now, I hope. But what happened to the original HQ?” A concise history would be nice…or just plainly tell what it was.
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Sure she had gotten the note to meet Mr department head in his office but the thing was, Athena hadn't the slightest clue as to where that was at the moment. She knew where her area's were and hadn't really explored as much as she wanted too yet, though she heard voices and wandered towards them, assuming it was only her other co-workers here (hopefully) just as early as she was and got the message from Mr boss man. Turning the corner she saw two other's she couldn't recognize from the back go into a door and she assumed that was the office so she quickened her pace with her files in hand as she hasn't put them down yet and slipped into the office area behind them. Did they even notice her? probably not. "Hello, Good morning." very peculiar morning if she said so though she had to admit this creepy crazy building was AWESOME! Things like this excited the Daycare worker and she was SO ready for it, even if the children we'rent she could deal with that, at least she hoped she could.
She was here and other's were here, all the guys anyway, where were her GIRLS at!? what was this, a male uprising in the creepy building!?
Ferris really, really disliked new places and new things and pretty much any change of scenery of anything remotely uncleanly. So he was on the verge of tears when he tried to find his way down to his boss' office in this VERY SCARY NEW BUILDING.
Being in the Ministry of Magic's old offices were anxiety inducing enough for Ferris and that place basically threw him in a dark hole away from people all day. It was the best situation for a person with all of his phobias and fears of human interaction. People were an anomaly.
So being in a place that was scary and haunted and not clean and forced him to work in a PADDED CELL with other human beings was- well, it did not compute.
He just wanted to go back to the comfort of his Mum's basement or womb and never, ever return.
AHHH. WHAT WAS THAT NOISE.
Weeping. He was doing that.
"M-M-Mr. C-C-C-Cress-w-w-well?" Knock, knock. He wanted to go home. Or give his notice. Or find a new job. Or hide. He could hide very well.
Jackson straightened his tie as he walked into the "office". Was this even supposed to be an office? He supposed it could be, but it wasn't preferable. Still, it was the Ministry of Magic! He cleared his throat and brushed off his jacket a bit. "Good morning, sir," he said to the man who seemed to be in charge. He looked around at everyone else. It seemed like they all knew eachother, but that would probably make sense. Afterall, he was the only newbie here. Well, he better start getting to know them. "Um, hi. I'm Jackson, and I'm new here. Have you always been working here?" He didn't want to be rude if they'd always been working at an Insane Asylum, but it was a bit frightening. He fingered his want in his jacket and began muttering all the spells and enchantments he could use to fight off whatever's out there. Hopefully he wouldn't need to use them.
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Anthony awaited whomever it was at his door...but instead, all that could be heard was muffled speaking. More than one employee, then. Was it safe to assume they'd seen his small little notice on the front boards? Hmm, he hoped so. Otherwise, this was merely a "complaints" visit. Merlin help him, he was not in the mood for that this morning...
Once the door had finally been pushed open, the department head stood (as was respectful) and gestured for all those waiting to enter. There were five employees in total; a few he knew well. Athena Smith, Bradley Donovan....Poor Ferris Karten. The others, however, must have been new. Right, right. The Architects.
The grin he offered up was only mildly apologetic. This was a fine mess for them to be hired into, wasn't it? How incompetent did he look at the moment? Just a little? A lot? "It's nice to meet you, Victor," he said, taking the man's hand firmly and shaking. He was about Anthony's age...This could only mean he had experience on his side. That was good. Very good. "...and to you, too, Jackson. It's a pleasure to have you on board." Mhm. It was...and at the perfect time, too...considering Whitehall. "Bradley, Athena.......Ferris?"
Was Karten...crying?
"Ferris, pull yourself together." SIGH. "Let's give the others a few more minutes to arrive and then I'll explain the situation.You all might as well get comfortable."
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So very pretty, and we sure know how to run things..._______________________________ Livin' in ruins of a palace, within our dreams...____________
We're on each other's team._____
Today Jamie just felt like dancing and singing but mostly skipping into the meeting. Meetings weren't fun! He didn't think so. But Jamie had a lot of tea, coffee and donuts so he was just ready to go. He even went for his morning run today. Today was just full of rainbows and unicorns. WOOOO! Jamie looked at his watch, he didn't think he was late or he hoped he wasn't late. Jamie blinked.
HIS WATCH WASN'T EVEN WORKING, WHAT WAS THIS?
Jamie skipped into the meeting room or whatever Cresswell called it. There was a HUGE grin on Jamie's flawlessly gorgeous face. He was just cute as a button. Jamie gave a big wave to Cresswell and the rest of the people in the room. "SALUTATIONS MY FRIENDS." He kinda yelled happily. "Jamie Carmichael reporting for duty, Sir." He gave Cresswell a wink. Man this guy was just in a good mood today.
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“Likewise, Mr. Cresswell. I do look forward to working with your team.” Like…now? The room, the whole place was just…impossible to fathom. The chairs look comfy all right, but the feel was still wrong. The place was still a mess for Max and he is having a hard time getting comfortable. Merlin, even the air was stuffy. Blech. Oooh…and a fellow new employee named Jackson. “Greetings, my fellow new colleague. Victor Beaugard, Magical Architect.” Max gave the young man a warm smile and held out his hand. He also acknowledged the only woman in the room, Athena by giving her a smile and a nod.
A man who announced his name for everyone to hear, appeared shortly and this Jamie fellow got a good stare. Why? Because he’s too happy. Too happy about what? The place? Max diverted his attention to a man…crying? Merlin, they haven’t even started working and he’s close to wetting his pants with his own pee. Pity.
Apparently, Anthony is still waiting for more employees to arrive, and he offered them to get comfortable. Max almost snorted at this. It was a good thing they hired him, because he was more than glad and willing to rectify their mouldy situation. The architect walked over to one of Anthony’s fancy chairs, sat on it, crossed his legs, laced his fingers together and started to visualize the Experimental Treatment Room in a new light. Literally and metaphorically.
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Ferris was not a man who was easily embarrassed. This was mostly because he was so focused on his panic attack about the state of where he had to work was overwhelming him too much to care that probably everyone was looking at his blubbering form. Besides, he didn't understand regular human emotion. The conventional things like shame and fondness, etc. SO HE WAS BASICALLY INVERTING. Like in a little ball within himself, but he was NOT touching the floor. Just standing in a ball because the floor was filthy and there was no way he was touching that.
And, well, um, you see, there were so many people around, which was not helping his state of panic. Everyone needed to go away. He understood, because his Mum told him, that he had to talk to his boss. These other people were just adding unnecessary stress.
He wanted to go back to his hooooole. Or his Mum's basement. He seriously was considering quitting because of the stress of this building. Unfortunately, he couldn't find the words or the strength to engage in enough human interaction to quit.
So he just squeaked when he was spoken to and froze.
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Jamie was the next to join the group and after a slightly confused look into his rather pretty face, Anthony offered an amused smile. "It's lovely to see you in such high spirits...considering our surroundings. Please, do take a seat, James." Indicating the padded chairs just across from his desk, he flashed his gaze back to the gathering as a whole. The remaining employees were trickling in and with a final nod (and wave of his wand), the door was magicked shut. It was a habit, you know. He didn't like discussing important matters with the door wide open.
Anyway, it was time to have a heart to heart.
"So, I can imagine you're all a bit...confused as to why we're now based out of an entirely different location than Whitehall." It was safe to assume they all wanted an explanation in that respect, yes? "As of right now, we are unable to enter the Ministry building via any of the entrances. This includes the floo system, the toilets, the phone booth, apparation. None of those things are working as of right now. So, while it is being investigated...and for our safety, the departments have found new areas to carry out their daily business." Anthony was being straight up with this information, he knew...but he was not one to beat around the bush (to use another muggle phrase). "We have been fortunate in that we aren't actively working near muggles, as most of the other departments are. So, we can function freely in this space and perform our jobs to the full extent of our abilities."...basically meaning that they didn't need to worry about using magic and non-magic folk busting them...
He paused, rubbing his finger across his top lip in thought. "Yes, this place was an Asylum for the insane."...to answer Victor's question from before. "...in every capacity of what Asylums were back in those days."...to be delicate for Ferris' sake. "There are many rooms that have not been renovated due to time and man hours, labor costs, and other things of that nature...but the rooms that are designed for our purposes are completely redone, cleared and cleaned, polished; carrying all new equipment and furnishings."
His face momentarily took on a hard look. Hard...because the department head was concerned how they were going respond to this news. Would they revolt against him? Would they refuse to work? Boycott? It was stressful thinking about such things..."Do any of you have any questions thus far?"
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So very pretty, and we sure know how to run things..._______________________________ Livin' in ruins of a palace, within our dreams...____________
We're on each other's team._____
Was Ferris ok? he looked like he might pass out? Ohh! he could go to he new healer ward in that case! thankfully he worked in this building, yeah? Standing to the right of the group she was prepared to jot something down if needed with her quill in hand and some parchment sitting on the to of her files. More people slowly trickled in, All guys of course, where was Zoe? was she Fired? had he fired her daycare worker!? this was tragic and there was way to much testosterone in this room for her liking, way to much. Though she was polite and gave each of the men warm smiles as they acknowledged her, even poor Ferris got a grin, cheer up Ferris. Then Mr boss man began talking and she paid attention to all he was saying about where they were and why and blah blah but Athena was excited, the complete opposite of Ferris there obviously. Then he opened the floor for comments, questions and concerns and Athena wasted no time raising her quill a bit before speaking her m ind.
"I personally think it's great!" did other's agree? was she alone in this? "i think it's exciting, a new place, even if it is haunted." .............. she probably shouldn't of used the word haunted she gave a side glace to Ferris making sure he was still.... conscious. "i mean different." different yes that's what she meant. "it's still functional, given we're missing some key things, but we can work around it and improvise, i think it'll be good here for a bit." a bit, not forever, last thing she needed was for her or someone else to be possessed with some cray creepy child!spirit or worse.
Point being was she liked it here, it was fun and different and she enjoyed the creepiness of it all, even though the children singing and other various noises and things seen could get slightly creepy it was nothing she couldn't get use to.
Bradley watched as the new guy followed him into the room. And for the introduction. "Nice to meet ya Max." He was going to ask what he was going to be doing here, but then more people started coming in.
Athena got a big grin and a wave from Bradley. Mr Nervous (Ferris) got a head nod and a concerned smile. Maybe he should offer the man a potion to help calm him down. It wouldn't take long to brew one up. Nods to Jackson, the new guy. "Nice to meet. I'm Bradley." Because introductions were important. Brad couldn't help but laugh as Jamie entered the room. The other healer got a head nod and a wave as well.
Brad frowned watching the nervous guy. He was definitely going to give him something to at least help a bit. But the room was filling up and apparently Anthony decided it was time to start some things. He nodded along, thinking how weird it was that no one could get in the ministry. But it wasn't his place to figure that one out.
Questions? Well...Bradley did kind of had one. "Is ghost hunting allowed?" What? He wanted to find some ghosts...and it was quite obvious this building definitely had them. Hopefully that wouldn't make anyone uncomfortable.
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“Handsome floor, wrong room…wrong color of walls…nice comfy chairs though…” Max deliberated with himself as he waited for the others to come. “What’s taking them so long?” he jabbed his left arm forward and glanced at his watch. Clearly, they were wasting time waiting for the late comers and this made the man furrow his brows a little. Hmph.
Oh. Oooh. They were starting? Max blinked, got his small moleskin journal out of his jack pocket and muggle fountain pen; he loves those muggle pens, shifted on his seat, leaning sliiiightly towards Anthony’s table to hear what he has to say.
Ministry locked…
SA Building is currently housed in an abandoned Asylum…
…many rooms that have not been renovated due to time and man hours…
This. This made Max grin. Good, good. 'Untouched' rooms have treasures. Yep. As he took down notes on his journal, he was also doodling something as he concentrated his ears on Anthony’s words…and his brain and hand on drawing. Hmm. He needed…to know more things, since he’s one of the new recruits in the room. So…yeah. A few minutes slipped by as he finished his doodling, but then something was amiss.
Max pressed his lips, paused doodling, fountain pen up.
“I have a question slash suggestion, Anthony.” Oh…snap. Did he just call his boss by his first name? Well, one he still look younger than him despite the same year of birth and second—he needed to impress this guy, and he was sure he just made his first booboo by calling him by his first name. “Sorry I mean, Mr. Cresswell.” Forgiven? Yes? “Right.” Ahem. “It looks like the MLE’s got their hands full with the Ministry’s current situation, and as a result we are temporarily housed in this…place to accomplish our various tasks in the ministry.” Pause. “As the Ministry’s Magical Architect, it is my duty to improve the employee’s work experience by giving them the proper environment for the employees to deliver their jobs at an excellent level.” Seriously, who wants to work in a room for chaos and dirt? No.one. “I’m more than willing to re-organize and upgrade the rooms for the Specialty’s use…” he said as he showed Anthony his journal.“It’s not the final layout of course, because I will be needing some of your ideas too.” And when he said ‘your’ he meant everyone in the room, including Ferris. “I’d like to start off with this room though…then move on to the next…” he trailed off as he eyed his journal on Anthony’s table. But…hold on…yeah, he was missing something.
“Also Mr. Cresswell, for me to deliver the proper design for each of the employees, I would be needing a head count, and what each and every one’s task is. That is, if it’s okay with you?” Because it would mean more work for the Department Head since he is not allowed to view the entire SA Employee Files, and only the DH has access to it. Does he even have a Secretary to help him out? Or how about they introduce themselves to the new members? That's a good idea too. Oh, and he’s supposed to report to his Maintenance Supervisor, yes?
Was he in the room? Because he will be needing some help…and back-up eventually.
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There were voices; proof that people were in her home again. Many had come before and were...fixing things, splashing strange smelling water all over the walls, taking things outside...But then they'd left. They hadn't stayed to play with her.
They never stayed.
Moving closer to the door, she paused to listen. It sounded like a bunch of people...and there was a lady's voice, too!...but she didn't hear any kids. Why didn't any kids ever come?
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Was Ferris ok? he looked like he might pass out? Ohh! he could go to he new healer ward in that case! thankfully he worked in this building, yeah? Standing to the right of the group she was prepared to jot something down if needed with her quill in hand and some parchment sitting on the to of her files. More people slowly trickled in, All guys of course, where was Zoe? was she Fired? had he fired her daycare worker!? this was tragic and there was way to much testosterone in this room for her liking, way to much. Though she was polite and gave each of the men warm smiles as they acknowledged her, even poor Ferris got a grin, cheer up Ferris. Then Mr boss man began talking and she paid attention to all he was saying about where they were and why and blah blah but Athena was excited, the complete opposite of Ferris there obviously. Then he opened the floor for comments, questions and concerns and Athena wasted no time raising her quill a bit before speaking her m ind.
"I personally think it's great!" did other's agree? was she alone in this? "i think it's exciting, a new place, even if it is haunted." .............. she probably shouldn't of used the word haunted she gave a side glace to Ferris making sure he was still.... conscious. "i mean different." different yes that's what she meant. "it's still functional, given we're missing some key things, but we can work around it and improvise, i think it'll be good here for a bit." a bit, not forever, last thing she needed was for her or someone else to be possessed with some cray creepy child!spirit or worse.
Point being was she liked it here, it was fun and different and she enjoyed the creepiness of it all, even though the children singing and other various noises and things seen could get slightly creepy it was nothing she couldn't get use to.
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Bradley watched as the new guy followed him into the room. And for the introduction. "Nice to meet ya Max." He was going to ask what he was going to be doing here, but then more people started coming in.
Athena got a big grin and a wave from Bradley. Mr Nervous (Ferris) got a head nod and a concerned smile. Maybe he should offer the man a potion to help calm him down. It wouldn't take long to brew one up. Nods to Jackson, the new guy. "Nice to meet. I'm Bradley." Because introductions were important. Brad couldn't help but laugh as Jamie entered the room. The other healer got a head nod and a wave as well.
Brad frowned watching the nervous guy. He was definitely going to give him something to at least help a bit. But the room was filling up and apparently Anthony decided it was time to start some things. He nodded along, thinking how weird it was that no one could get in the ministry. But it wasn't his place to figure that one out.
Questions? Well...Bradley did kind of had one. "Is ghost hunting allowed?" What? He wanted to find some ghosts...and it was quite obvious this building definitely had them. Hopefully that wouldn't make anyone uncomfortable.
Anthony wasn't even surprised that Athena had been the first to speak, being the sassy female she was...Nor, was he surprised by her excitement. This was just one of the many reasons he'd implored her to step into the role as Daycare supervisor. She could mentally handle this. "Precisely, Miss Smith. This is, by no means, meant to be a permanent solution...but I think it does placate our current purpose." There was a decisive nod and a faint 'Mhm'.
The department head then looked to Bradley; the 'ghost hunting' question taking him off guard. "After the preliminary sweep, no spirits and/or ghost were detected."...but Anthony could feel them there. Somewhere. No, they most definitely were not alone in this Asylum. "...but, of course, your breaks are your own and you may do as you wish...I only ask that you exercise caution when venturing deeper into this building."
He was rubbing his top lip thoughtfully with his pointer finger again; an obvious habit. Creatures would surely be out here soon enough, anyway.
SPOILER!!: Victor!
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“Handsome floor, wrong room…wrong color of walls…nice comfy chairs though…” Max deliberated with himself as he waited for the others to come. “What’s taking them so long?” he jabbed his left arm forward and glanced at his watch. Clearly, they were wasting time waiting for the late comers and this made the man furrow his brows a little. Hmph.
Oh. Oooh. They were starting? Max blinked, got his small moleskin journal out of his jack pocket and muggle fountain pen; he loves those muggle pens, shifted on his seat, leaning sliiiightly towards Anthony’s table to hear what he has to say.
Ministry locked…
SA Building is currently housed in an abandoned Asylum…
…many rooms that have not been renovated due to time and man hours…
This. This made Max grin. Good, good. 'Untouched' rooms have treasures. Yep. As he took down notes on his journal, he was also doodling something as he concentrated his ears on Anthony’s words…and his brain and hand on drawing. Hmm. He needed…to know more things, since he’s one of the new recruits in the room. So…yeah. A few minutes slipped by as he finished his doodling, but then something was amiss.
Max pressed his lips, paused doodling, fountain pen up.
“I have a question slash suggestion, Anthony.” Oh…snap. Did he just call his boss by his first name? Well, one he still look younger than him despite the same year of birth and second—he needed to impress this guy, and he was sure he just made his first booboo by calling him by his first name. “Sorry I mean, Mr. Cresswell.” Forgiven? Yes? “Right.” Ahem. “It looks like the MLE’s got their hands full with the Ministry’s current situation, and as a result we are temporarily housed in this…place to accomplish our various tasks in the ministry.” Pause. “As the Ministry’s Magical Architect, it is my duty to improve the employee’s work experience by giving them the proper environment for the employees to deliver their jobs at an excellent level.” Seriously, who wants to work in a room for chaos and dirt? No.one. “I’m more than willing to re-organize and upgrade the rooms for the Specialty’s use…” he said as he showed Anthony his journal.“It’s not the final layout of course, because I will be needing some of your ideas too.” And when he said ‘your’ he meant everyone in the room, including Ferris. “I’d like to start off with this room though…then move on to the next…” he trailed off as he eyed his journal on Anthony’s table. But…hold on…yeah, he was missing something.
“Also Mr. Cresswell, for me to deliver the proper design for each of the employees, I would be needing a head count, and what each and every one’s task is. That is, if it’s okay with you?” Because it would mean more work for the Department Head since he is not allowed to view the entire SA Employee Files, and only the DH has access to it. Does he even have a Secretary to help him out? Or how about they introduce themselves to the new members? That's a good idea too. Oh, and he’s supposed to report to his Maintenance Supervisor, yes?
Was he in the room? Because he will be needing some help…and back-up eventually.
After addressing the first two, Anthony peered warily at his newest employee, leaning forward to rest his elbows on the desk. He'd expected quality from Victor...and the man had jumped right in, which was a pleasurable surprise. Not having to prompt employees warmed the department head's heart.
Accepting the sketch, he surveyed it with a sort of clinical precision. "You may call me Anthony, Victor." His tone was only mildly distracted as he continued to peruse the notebook page. Anthony enjoyed the details...and this drawing was just that. Very detailed. "Unfortunately, Victor...this will have to wait. The domestic issues aren't what I'm most concerned with, as I've personally combed through each room with a team." He finally looked away from the notebook to regard the architect, a smile firmly in place. He'd yet to give them a tour of their new facilities. So, it wasn't Victor's fault that he had no clue about the conditions of said rooms. Clean, polished, repainted, and smartly furnished with all brand new materials. They didn't need to be fancy, just functional. "...Well, the rooms that are to be used, anyway. As I mentioned before, apart from those, nothing else has been touched. No, the more pressing issues are the other departments. Would you and Mr. French be comfortable with traveling to make assesments?" After asking the question, he removed a manilla folder from the corner of his desk and handed it over. Information on the other departments and their locations were on parchments collected inside. "Until we can break back into the Ministry, I want to make sure we're all in safe areas." There was a brief, almost hesitant pause...and then Anthony was speaking again. "...and Mr. Fuller is currently attending to other matters on my behalf. So, he's unavailable to you." Other...more serious matters. "You'll report to me, instead. I do hope that's okay."
He paused again, this time thinking he'd heard faint singing. The pointer finger on his right hand worked at his top lip a bit harder. "Are there anymore questions before I continue?"
OOC: STEFAN. GOSH. That sketch is GORGEOUS.
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Caroline had been quietly listening in the back of the group. She honestly didn't have much to say about this new place. She lived in the dungeons at Hogwarts for seven years. Nothing could scare her even this abandoned insane asylum. She understood that work things would go on as normal. Thank goodness!
She liked her job and what she does. Caring for the kids and the other ministry employees. She wasn't about to go start taking care of some crazy insane people. Nope she wasn't doing that, ever.
Now maybe the fact that they were in a crazy ward, or maybe she was starting to go crazy herself now. But whatever the reason was she was 100 percent sure that she could here singing. Yes, singing. She looked around the room. Maybe a coworker had already cracked. A padded cell may already be put into good use.
She continued to listen to the meeting. She still didn't have any questions that she could think of right now anyway. Maybe after she let all of this sink in, then the questions would come.
Still she heard the singing. "Does anyone else hear that, singing?" because if not one of those padded cells would have her name on it.
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Luckily for Ferris, he had managed to make himself unfreeze briefly enough to step into his boss' office before the door magically swung shut. Or unluckily, because the way he saw it now he was locked in a small space with a ton of human beings who were all friendly with one another. And humans, as a rule, when they were friendly with one anther happened to be affectionate. He did not want any of that.
In fact, he'd rather leave and avoid any of this nonsense that everyone kept saying about ghosts. It was bad enough that this asylum was an asylum and disgusting and a smaller place than his previous work space (he personally wanted to talk............or maybe write a note to his boss about having to work within a meter or two of humans).
As to questions, he had many. First and foremost- could he panic now?
Bradley just heard he could go ghost hunting and that was that. But jeez. That poor guy (Ferris) really seemed to not be so thrilled by the idea. While Max was showing Anthony something, Brad snuck back off to his desk.
Ah. There was what he was looking for. He grabbed the potion and moved back to the group. He went to offer it over to the apparently freaked out man, when there was strange singing. All right. There were definitely ghosts here and Bradley was possibly way too excited about this.
Anyways, that just seemed to scare the guy more. "Here." Brad whispered, offering over the potion. "It'll help you relax a bit." He gave the man his best trust me smile he could muster.
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Asylums didn't bother her much. Maybe that was a strange thing to admit, but when your job was dispelling ghosts, evil spirits and all spectres, you got used to abandoned places like this. January had. She had also gotten used to the feeling that there were not-so-visible eyes on her, but that didn't mean she didn't notice them.
First things first, it was time to announce her presence to the department head so he could direct her as necessary. Heels echoing down the once-old-now-new-ish halls, January found the area of the asylum she was told to find and knocked on the door she heard voices from behind. The question was... were the voices actually real?
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