Tired? Feeling down? Need a break? The Coffee Cart is there for you. With freshly brewed coffee, refreshing juice, cold water and scrumptious delicacies, this place near the lifts will not fail you and your appetite. Sit back and relax. Don't stress it out!

OOC: The Coffee Cart and Refreshments forum is open for all employees, both G&S and other departments. Feel free to start a roleplay here with your friends.

Blake was getting tired. Sure he didn't do very much yet, but he was craving some tea. Maybe some treats too. He walked out of his office and made his way to the waiting area by the lifts. Ah, coffee cart! Just what he needed. He poured himself some tea and sipped it slowly while waiting for others to walk by. Maybe he'll be able to meet some fellow workers.

Adam would be working with broomsticks, wouldn't he?

At least he didn't have to fly one, that was surely a plus for him. He didn't belong on a broomstick, he couldn't stay on, the whole idea of just a stick of wood supporting all six foot four of him - it just wasn't right. The Flying Sneakers seemed cool though, and he was looking forward to testing them... after a quick break, of course.

Craving coffee, Adam stepped out of the lab and glanced each way, spotting a Refreshments Cart at the end of the floor. Making his way towards it, he poured himself a cup, and glanced up to see someone else there. "Hi," he said, feeling a little guilty that he'd proceeded to get his drink before introducing himself. "I'm Adam Stemp," he said, feeling that he should at least tell the other guy his name.

Blake slowly sipped his tea as he looked around for other people. Well if no one else was going to go to the cart he might as well leave--

His head shot up as he saw someone else arrive to get some refreshments. "'Lo Adam. I'm Blake, Blake Evergreen." He sent Adam a half-smile as he brought his cup to his mouth and took another sip of the tea. "Do you work for Department of Games and Sports as well?" He never saw Adam around before, but perhaps that was because he was new to the ministry.

Smiling at Blake as he introduced himself, Adam nodded in recognition and then sub-conciously mimiked the man as he raised his cup to his lips. The coffee was nicer than Adam had ever had before, and it was definitely what he'd needed to perk himself up. He nodded again, this time in answer to the question. "Yeah, Ludicrous Patents Office," he said, glancing over his shoulder back at the lab door.

The way Blake had said 'as well' indicated that he worked on this floor, and Adam assumed he must be a different division, owing to the fact that he hadn't seen him around - and of course, he was fairly new, so didn't actually know anyone. "What division are you in?" he proceeded to ask.

Blake responded with a head nod as he took another sip. Merlin this stuff is good. Blake might just have to roll off the whole cart with him to his cubicle. That way he'd have unlimited tea for as long as he wanted! Although that would risk getting fired... Being fairly new to the job he didn't want to be stripped of it so soon. So maybe in a few months he'll come back to take it then. That's a good plan. Maybe he can convince J. J. Starr to help him out. That guy's HUGE. Blake would just make him roll off the cart while he followed after it sipping on some more tea because tea is good.

Then he lowered his cup when hearing Adam speak again. "British & Irish Quidditch League." He responded with a smug grin. Quidditch was his life. No, wait... Life was Quidditch. "I work for the rules and regulations." He added again with a smile. "So have you been working here for long?"

A fresh cup of coffee was what was needed, and Rex made a short detour to the Coffee Cart. He grabbed a sturdy cup and let his mind wander for a few seconds as he filled it up. Done. No sugar or cream for this man.

He stood there for a moment and inhaled the savory aroma. Now his mind went to work - patents needed to be informed of a possible threat and Gobstones owed him a few reports.

Rex took a sip of the hot beverage and began walking towards the Patents Office.

Quidditch? "That's cool, you ever played it professionally?" Blake seemed like the type to have, Adam thought as he sipped on his coffee again, and the way he spoke about it showed a kind of love of the sport. And even if he hadn't ever played, wasn't it a lot of Wizard's dreams to do so? Not Adams though, no... "What kind of work have you been doing, then?" It would be cool to know what the other divisions on this floor did; Adam made a mental note to check out the assignments board again as he passed it on his way back from his break.

"Not too long, no," he admitted, running a hand through his hair and drinking some more of his coffee. "I spent just over a year in Magical Transportation after I graduated, and then got transfered here. What about you?"

Blake smiled as he took another sip of his tea. On second thought forget about coming here in a few months to steal the cart, why not do it right now. Maybe Adam would even help him. Too bad they aren't in the same division. Blake's plan would have worked out so well! He would just roll the cart down to the office and no one would suspect a thing! HA! What was Adam saying again...? "Oh! Quidditch, I love Quidditch," He replied with a big goofy grin. "I actually did play for Puddlemere United," Otherwise known as the best team ever, "I was first string chaser." Ah, the good old days. "Well our first assignment was to go out and decide if the newly produced brooms are up to standards, but recently I've been working on testing a few Quaffles to see if they're any good." Pretty much little things like that. "What do you work on?" Not like he really cared much, but it seemed like the right thing to say.

Oh. So Adam had worked here longer than Blake sure had. "Actually, this is my first job at the ministry. Up until a few months ago I wasn't really working at all. I took a two year break after Quidditch then I guess I decided to work here." You know being around Quidditch and all again. It was nice getting to in a sense relive it all. Blake's new job allows him to make things better for Quidditch players and he was one himself so really it all works out perfectly.

Of course the man would love it, Adam scolded himself, holding back his laughter by taking another sip of his coffee. Maybe, he thought, maybe he should take a lot of it back to the Lab. Then he would have a big supply of it. He'd pour a few cups and then he'd keep them warm with a heating charm or something. Anyways! "That's exciting, you must be good then," he said with a grin. Of course the man would be good; of the little Adam knew of Quidditch, it was hard enough to get picked for a professional team, and Puddlemere were a good one. "Sounds interesting enough," he said with a nod. Not as interesting as Quidditch, but still. "Well, new patents, so we've been looking at these Camouflage Brooms, and Flying Sneakers." Which should be interesting, or so Adam thought. He didn't know just yet.

"And how're you liking it?" The ministry, the whole atmosphere here, was great - at least, Adam liked it. "What did you do for those two years?" No, he wasn't being nosey, he was just interested, but if Blake saw it that way then he didn't have to answer. "I started pretty much after I left school. I didn't know what I wanted to do, so I just applied generally here, and that was what I got." Not that he regretted it at all.

Mmmm tea, Arielle thought. I could use4 some of that on my to my desk. She approached the cart and starred at the variety of drinks. Lemon. She took out a mug from her bag that she purposely brought with her that was given to her by her niece. It had a cat on it and it's eyes followed you and occasionally if you did something funny it laughed at you.

Chevron had decided he wasn't up for the kind of work they paid him for today, so he was going to work on other things.

Like getting to know the ladies of his Department.

And all the other Departments.

Patents could wait.

"Hello, Lady," Chev greeted a young one at the coffee ...rolling cart? Funny. He moved behind it, making to serve the young woman. "What's your poison?"

Arielle's eyes widen starring at the other employee. Her eyes were on the verge of the *excuse me* gesture and partly laughing eyes, but her mouth was fixed. "Hello yourself." She held out her hand, "Arielle Morelli."

She looked back down starring at the other items pretty sure she was still going to chose lemon, but you never know. Yup definitely lemon. "Lemon tea would be nice with a wedge of lemon on the side, no cream or sugar.Please."

She starred back up to him. Curious. Not sure on where to begin she blurted out her first thought, "Slow day?"

Definitely a young one. Chev leaned forward on the cart and rested his elbow, then planted his chin in his hand. He gazed at his fellow employee from his side of the cart. And he gazed at her hand, then back up at her.

SIGH.

He chuckled at her very specific request. This one was marked: 'too high maintenance.' However, Chev did oblige in making the little lady a mug - a very specific mug, as it were - of lemon tea. Sort of. He tapped his wand to the kettle and it did the rest for him.

"That remains to be seen. For all I know this is a busy day." Pause pause. "And what is it that you do here, Arielle Morelli?"

"Nothing at the moment," she smiled. "I'm picking up my file for the Gobstone Club organizing ref. stauses" She watching him. Waving his wand softly, making her tea; he seems, sweet, she told herself. "Would you like to join me? I still have a few more minutes?"

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"Nothing at the moment," she smiled. "I'm picking up my file for the Gobstone Club organizing ref. stauses" She watching him. Waving his wand softly, making her tea; he seems, sweet, she told herself. "Would you like to join me? I still have a few more minutes?"

Her mug of tea bumped against his arm, floating without hitch once it was full. Chev could make no promises on how it tasted, but it was at least hot, and by the smell of it - quite lemony.

"Gobstones, aye?" Mr. Wilkes stroked his chin, smoothing down a few stray hairs. "Not my style." Boring. "But aren't you just the sweetest little thing for asking." With his forefinger and thumb he plopped a sugar cube into her mug then handed it over.

WINK.

Arielle felt a little defensive from his tone and stood straighter, "A jobs a job." She cooled down a little as he handed her her tea. She was taken a back with the wink and oddly enjoyed it. She took a sip and smiled, "This is probably the best made tea I've had in a while. I'm impressed." She took another sip. Eying his expression.

"So they say," Chev chuckled at the naivety only someone as young as her could possess. "I tend to attract to the sort of jobs that don't," he paused to lean purposefully onto the cart again, almost lounging on it, "feel like jobs. Where work and play mingle."

Chevron lifted his mug to her, a silent toast and his acknowledgement of his epic tea making skills.

"You get me?"

Noah walked towards the coffee cart desperate for something to keep him awake. It had been an interesting night hanging out with his sister and brother who decided that they wanted to celebrate their 20th birthdays the right way by going to a club. In fact, his ears were still ringing

Glancing at the menu and trying to keep his breakfast down, the young man glanced slightly at a couple who were chatting away. They seemed nice enough, but Noah wasn't much of a conversation starter. He concentrated on the menu and tried to decide what looked the least lethal.

She continued to sip, pausing to look in her mug slightly disappointed. Crap I've drank more than half already, darn. She finished her sip and looked back up noticing Chev looked very comfortable behind the cart. She softly squinted her eyes posing a confused/wondering look, "No... I don't think I understand" she managed cautiously. She had some thoughts running through her head, but they've just met and she wasn't ready to say everything that was on her mind... at least no yet.

A memo in the shape of a paper airplane zoomed towards the coffee cart and stuck itself onto it.

Witsy was suddenly distracted by the flyer zooming by. She took a step backwards and made an audible laugh quickly covering her mouth. She stared at it... interesting.

A golden labrador ran out of the lifts, nose to the ground, sniffing madly. She still couldn't place the damn scent ... She caught a whiff of coffee and raised her head, her tail wagging. Lights loved coffee ... but no. She had a job to do. She put her head back down to the floor and continued to sniff, hoping for that scent. Human scents were so easy to track, although perfumes and cologne could smother them a bit.
The labrador decided that this level was clear of her target, and continued up.

Hmmmm..... Bella couldn't decide what to have definatly something warm, she hadn't eaten much with nerves......

Things were a bit quiet in the department and the owls from Hogwarts had slowed down quite a bit. Yes, Rex was concerned that his little brother was in some sort of coma and Gaellen Tate was keeping him notified on the situation as well as if his services were going to be needed at the school. Hopefully not. The last thing he wanted to deal with was a bunch of teenagers who thought they were Merlin's gift to Quidditch. How did Max deal with it for well-over a decade?

Just the thought of dealing with teenagers made Rex shudder as he poured himself a cup of coffee.

"Not me. No way. He's crazy for taking that job," he said aloud to no one in particular as he added one sugar and some creamer to his cup.