Cale grinned and took the portkey out of his hand. "Well, I'm not sure why they were laying around, I think Miss Schultz didn't have time to clean up before jetting off to France," he explained. With her boyfriend and everything. How scandalous! "And they were programmed for the wrong places. For example, this one should be going to...Berlin," he said with a smile, looking at the label on the bottom.

He waved his wand and went to check that the spell had worked, waving it again to see if the enchantment had worked, but...nothing. No indication that it had worked. He blinked. Slowly, he reached out, prepared to jet off to Berlin if it HAD worked...but his skin made contact with the tin can and nothing. Not a thing.

"Weird. Someone try and charm this portkey. I don't think it's working anymore," he said. What did you DO Jayden??

Jayden laughed softly. "Fair enough." He knew what it was like to just jet off and leave the world behind. He whisked his wife off for a few weeks when he proposed.

"Wrong places too? We've had a lot of luck with that lately." Did he know about the recent floo issues? If not, well, Jayden just spilled that bit of information.

Jayden blinked several times. What? He just disabled it. That was all. He took off his glove and took the portkey. "That's really weird." He took out his wand and attempted to activate it again.

... nothing.

He blinked a few times before setting the can on the table and watching it. "Haven't seen a portkey do that before..."

"You call that luck?" Caleb chuckled with a grin. He looked back at the portkey and wrinkled his eyebrows. Jayden couldn't get it to work either. Caleb was really starting to get worried now - why did none of the portkeys work?

"Someone else try and activate this..." he muttered to the general area. They all knew how to do that, right?

Reese nodded towards Cale and the young man (Jayden) when they thanked her for the coffee she had brought the gang in Level Six. She went to put her purse into her lower desk drawer and locked it before looking over at the two men as they tried figuring out why the port key had stopped working -- and yes, that did make the woman nervous. Portkeys in general made her nervous, especially when she was not planning on traveling at this very moment; she did not want to get transported somewhere.

… unless it was Disneyland. She was absolutely okay being transported to the place where dreams come true.

"Here, let me look at it," she stated as she walked over to the can after taking her wand out. She picked it up off the desk and tried activating it again.

And still nothing. "These are faulty portkeys." That was the only explanation. Was this a prank?

Her attention was caught by this young boy (Vincent) that walked into the work area…. and awwwww! look how young he was! Such a cutie patootie! "Do you think you can activate this?" She addressed that question to the boy.

Cale looked at the new kid sympathetically. He didn't expect him to know a whole bunch of stuff right off the bat...he would in time though. He looked back at the portkey that wasn't working and sighed.

"This is really weird. I wonder if any of the ones we were sent out to deactivate are working, or if those just magically shut off too," he told the employees. So yes, they should go check that out.

...... merlin, Reese did not feel well. Not at all. And to think, she was feeling fine and dandy just two seconds ago before she had to run off to the washroom. She entered the work area once more, drinking on a glass of ginger ale she had gotten, as she headed towards her desk.

Surely, she was not coming down with the stomach flu; however, that was generally unlikely since she tended to always get a low-grade fever if she came down with that illness......

Maybe it was something she ate.

Cale was so exhausted. After all the crazy things that had been happening on this level this week, all he needed was SLEEP. Lots and lots of sleep over the weekend. Plus, his kids were coming home soon, and he needed to figure out how he was going to scold them after that fight they'd gotten the owl about.

Taking it easy these last few work days, Cale was just patrolling the work areas to make sure people were on task. When he passed Reese, however, he noticed she was definitely not looking like herself, even without the shoes that he had supposedly ruined in the flooded break room.

"Whoa Reese - not trying to be rude but you look terrible," he said. "You feel alright?" he asked.

Reese settled down in her chair, but she refused the let go of her cup of ginger ale at the moment. She was scared that if she stopped drinking it, her stomach would become even more uneasy like it was before; the drink was definitely settling it a little. For now, at least.

She was quick to look over at her friend when he entered the work area -- not only did he enter the work area but he just told her she looked TERRIBLE. "I don't think you are suppose to tell a woman that," she pointed out. "But no, I don't feel good. I got sick as soon as I left the break room." She had been quick to leave to deal with her shoes. "I was sick this morning before I came to work, but it went away. I assume that I ate something during lunch that upset it again."

Meh. An upset stomach was the worst.

"Maybe that mutant rat brought us some disease or something," Cale said, biting his lip in worry. UGH that would not be ok. He was already sick of dealing with those nasty creatures, if they had a disease with them too - that would just be the cherry on top, wouldn't it? UGH. What happened to dealing with TRANSPORTATION issues at work?

"That's it? Just your stomach? Perhaps that's it then," he said with a shrug. He didn't know how the human body really worked but if it was just her stomach, food probably had something to do with it.