In an alleyway just by the telephone booth serving as the Visitor's Entrance to the Ministry of Magic, there is a door with no handle disguised to look like a service entrance to an unknown corporation behind the rustic brick wall. It is locked and only those permitted to enter can. This is for the Transportation Employees to plan the beginning trials of interweaving Muggle and Magical Transportation.

Inside there are card tables set up with bus and train routes marked on them. Stacks of pamplets are piled high in one corner and there are many seats haphazardly set about the small room. A single light hangs from the center of the room. The whole place is very similar to a WWII era war room.

Tap the door with your wand to enter!

OCC: This thread if for Level 6 Employees, Cult members, and any others that are involved directly.

This thread has been Anna Banana approved.

Armen walked around the corner of the alleyway and into it without slowing down a step. They needed to act as if they belong (they did it just so happened) that way no Muggles would question their actions. Leading his small group of employees into the dark pathway he came to the dumpster and then turned around and grinned.

"We're here!" he whispered anxiously. They were out of view from the main street but they still needed to keep their voices down. He tapped his wand to the door and then ushered everyone in.

Katrina had followed the department head outside of the ministry feeling very nervous. What if a muggle had spotted them? Well, she supposed that the only solution was to not be spotted and blend. Still, the blonde felt like panicking. What if all of this backfired on them? Ah, she was worrying too much about this. Katrina managed a bit of a feeble smile back at the department head's happier one. He certainly seemed to be in a good mood about all of this, she wondered why.

Her eyes widened as they stopped. Where exactly was here? She watched him tap on the door with his wand. She was hesitant, she didn't exactly feel like stepping inside. Katrina took a deep breath and let it out, walking inside. There was a pit in her stomach, was this safe?

Cristobal followed as they walked along the group, hoping they wouldn't be noticed at all, although it was hard becuase the whole department was large, and some looked like about to panic in front of the Muggles. It was sure weird to be around Muggles once again, having to bond was sure becoming their greatest challenge yet, if not worse.

He was sure all those things they were to do had to work, it was all being planned out, wasn't it? It took their effort to make it seem normal in front of them. He walked into the door and looked around. What was there to do now?

Mason walked around the corner with the rest of the group. Oooh, he loved being sneaky! But no, this was business. He had business pants on, after all. This was serious stuff, hiding from muggles. As they rounded the corner, he followed as Armen led them down the dark pathway to...

A dumpster? Why was Armen grinning so ridiculously about a dumpster? Then he tapped his wand on... A door? Huh. Mason watched the first two people go in, and then followed them through the hidden door. Tables. Random chairs. And, holy buckets, that's a lot of pamphlets! Hmm. What now?

Pierre had followed Armen outside, his suitable Muggle jacket around him. It was February after all. Meaning it was kind of cold out. He was still worried about this whole thing and why it was even being done in the first place. Muggles had learned to fend for themselves and he thought that magic didn't need to be a part of their everyday lives.

Once they were where they needed to be, Pierre followed Armen into the room. He didn't really care if any Muggles saw anything or not. Because if they did, they would not be able to do the work they were supposed to be doing. He went and stood leaning up against a wall. He watched Armen very carefully. There was just something not right with this whole thing...

Jayden hurried down after the rest of his coworkers. He had left his jacket upstairs, mostly because it was a robe and the only thing distinctly 'magic' about his outfit.

He din't have tome to adjust to the weather outside as they were soon being ushered into another room. He took a quick look around and was careful not to bump into any of the chairs that were thrown randomly about.

He looked at the table. It was covered in maps. Maps of the underground perhaps?

Which meant... they were really doing this... they were really about to bring the magical and muggle worlds together...

Okay, so Adam's first day of work was turning out to be pretty interesting. He followed everyone out of the Ministry and down the road (wondering how quite a big group of people didn't stick out so much) and into an... alley? He began to wonder why on Earth they were here, and why Armen seemed so excited by a dumpster, but he shook his head and just watched as he tapped a hidden door with his wand and then walked through it.

He followed everyone as they went through the door, looking about as he entered. It seemed to be a very odd room, and as he moved away from the door to let others enter, he was careful to weave between the chairs that seemed so haphazardly placed.

Following everyone else, Elisxa felt herself shiver as they all marched like ants in the dark pathway. When they meant dark, it really was dark.. Not to mention Merlin's Beard spooky. As they all stopped and waited for Armen to lead them out of here, Elisxa could swear that she can hear the thump thump thump of her own heartbeat, waiting for the excitement to begin. She wiped the bead of sweat that started dripping down her forehead because of the anticipation.

When Armen tapped his wand on a door some of her co-employees entered right away. Not wanting to be left alone she followed right behind them, her designer heels clicking behind her.

Armen allowed the nervous looking employees to enter through the hide-out's door out of the dingy alleyway and then closed it behind him. Tapping it again with his wand to lock it. Anyone that wanted in now would have to know the door was there and what was in it to get in.

He turned around and saw that many all of them were standing and looked scared out of their minds. "Ummm guys what's wrong?" he asked not sure what was their deal, they acted as if they were going against some big laws or something...oh wait. He chuckled to himself.

"Everyone get comfortable, take a seat, take your shoes off I don't care!" he smiled taking a chair at the table with the map. "Actually I would like you all to try and get a seat where you can see the map here." he pointed at the grey table-top infront of him. This was actually happening they were about to start!

Katrina was completely hesitant about being in here. She was fairly certain just entering here was breaking at least ten different wizarding and muggle laws that she didn't know of. And to top it all off, Mister Recard seemed completely okay about all of this! Her mouth dropped open. He seemed so nonchalant about this! Sure the Minister of Magic had approved of everything but going against the law? She felt like such a goody-two-shoes at this moment. "I need a coffee," Katrina muttered quietly, perhaps it would get her mind off of all of this. But what were the chances that there would be a cafe inside or a coffee maker? Very slim.

Katrina looked around the little place. She pulled a chair a bit out, for an easy escape, but turned it so that she would be able to see the map. In case something came out of no where and attacked them all, she would at least be able to get out easily... right? And there it was, the get comfortable part again. Just like in the memo. She hoped no one actually laid down on the floor like she did before. It wouldn't be sanitary.

This suddenly seemed like a terrible idea.

Mason wandered around the room a bit before sitting down. It seemed like a very ordinary room to him. But it was filled with an odd air. Like they were some top-secret organization planning to overthrow the government... Or maybe he had just watched to many muggle movies.

Take your shoes off? That could get stinky. Although he really considered taking his shoes off, he decided against it. His socks didn't match anyways. He grabbed a stray chair and twisted it around so he was sitting on it backwards. He looked around at his co-workers. They all seemed tense. Nervous. "Alright, let's get this party started!" He exclaimed, a little too jubliantly. And then he felt like an idiot. Mason sighed and set his chin in his hands.

Pierre watched as Armen closed the door. He was starting to get a little bit more uncomfortable with this as the time passed. He was reluctant to move. He waited until a few people were seated before Pierre went and grabbed one himself. Pierre walked over to the table and actually took a seat near Armen. He thought it might make things easier to understand and just easier to keep an eye on what was going on.

"So...all we've done today is get comfy. What's next?" Pierre was really starting to get fed up with this.

Armen had been sitting in his chair waiting for the others to join him when he looked up at the sound of a small comment about coffee. He watched Katrina as he eyes went towards the door. She couldn't leave. Armen looked at her and then flicked his wand and the spare coffee maker they had up in the Level 6 utility closet appeared on one of the card tables against the wall. "There you go Katrina, dear." and he grinned at her and then went back to his waiting.

She needed to be here for this, for their plans to work.
They had all been just about ready to start looking at the map when even Armen the most calm of them all jumped a bit at the sudden outburst from Mason. Getting his wits collected again the Department Head nodded at the guy and then agreed. "Yes, we are getting things started now!" and he clapped once to bring the attention of the group.

Like the frightening outburst by Mason hadn't arlready done that

And the annoyance of Pierre returns. Armen looked at him and frowned slightly. He seemed to be catching on and not in the good way. The Cult had planned for himself and the other Department Heads under their control to try and sway their employees into working on their side through the actions they had them doing on their specific levels NOT suspicious Apparation employees. He may have to call in back-up if needed.

"I just like my employees to be comfortable Pierre, they deserve to be yes, what with all the important tasks ahead of us?" he blinked at the man and then turned towards the map, trying to make the little friction between him and Pierre go unnoticed.


"Ok everyone, our first action will be taking place on the Underground. The trains and subway systems transport the majority of London muggles each day on the many lines in opperation. The speed and safety of these trains has been tested and is considered safe by both Muggle Transport officials and our own Liasons working within our Ministry. However our biggest conerns do not rest with the trains themselves but with the process before you even step foot aboard them. The ticket booths, turn-styles, and crowds are the biggest cause of delays and waits for traffic during the morning and evening rush into and out of London."

"If you all will look at the map you will see the Underground depot that empties just a block from the Ministry and where we are now." he pointed his wand at the spot on the map making a deep red circle on it and then writing the Ministry over it. "This is where we will be working today." He paused to see if anyone had any questions so far.

Katrina's face flushed pink when she realized that the head of the department had heard what she had said about wanting coffee. She let out a bit of a nervous cough when he made the coffee maker appear. It wasn't exactly her fault right? Because she knew she couldn't 'get comfortable' without a cup of coffee.

She fiddled with the buttons on her coat as she listened to Mister Recard speak. She looked at all the lines crisscrossing across each other and at the bright red spot.

When he paused, Katrina took this as her chance to ask her question. She cleared her throat nervously. "Do you mind?" she asked sheepishly as she gestured at the coffee maker sitting on the card table. It was practically asking her to walk over there right now. But she didn't want to miss anything too important.

Elisxa was still contemplating whether or not to take of her shoes which was supposedly a definite no-no to herself. She found a place to sit and looked at the map Armen had showed them. Wow she thought. They were under all of that? Scooting closer to the map, Elisxa hoped that the chosen subway was not as crowded as the usual ones she sees on television . But then again it was the muggle world. Alles war möglich. Anything was possible.

"I guess we'll be starting with the ticket booths then.." she said as she straightened herself.

Claire tapped the door lightly with her wand and sat down in a spot where she had a clear view of the map, next to a man she had never met before. She smiled shyly at him and extended a hand. 'Hi, I'm Claire Glass,' she said politely. He looked about her age, maybe a year or two older.

She peered at the map - the London Underground. Interesting. She'd ridden on it once before, and had promised herself she never would again. Too confusing - she'd almost gotten the wrong train twice. She wondered what they would be doing there.

Pierre just nodded his head and grinned. He was going ot try and play this up. Maybe if he pretended to cooperate, he could figure out what was going on. "Right. I was just asking." He leaned back in the chair he was sitting in and put his feet up on the table. Armen did say to make himself comfortable after all.

Pierre listened as Armen droned on about the underground. He even about them. Enough about them to stay away. That many people in one place just wasn't right. Especially when they were all trying to board the same trains and such. He glanced over at the map. "So we're just working as crowd control? Sounds simple. Where would you like me Armen." He smiled, trying to look enthused. Really, he just wanted to know what was going on.