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Ama · 04-10-2010, 08:23 AM

Although the coffee inside the metal tins on top of the counter isn't exactly premium blend it's a high step up from its predecessor. Right next to the black metal tins of coffee are silver metal tins full of decent tea. It's quality isn't very good, as coffee, somehow, seems to be the preferred drink for the journalists of the Daily Prophet.

A small fridge is in place opposite of the counter and sink. Inside it are bottles of water, most likely belonging to the Managing Editor. There are also small lunch bags possibly from those who are low on cash or simply have a taste for homemade food. Occasionally, the small round table is graced with a box of donuts or pastries.

The old, possibly infested with magical bugs, couch has been discarded and replaced with a new black faux leather one. It doesn't give out a very warm and inviting feeling but at least it's illness free.

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Cassirin · 08-09-2010, 11:44 PM

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The voices of his co-workers spilled from within the lounge. Ollie was sure he heard the sound of fellow-Lifestyle writer Hunter Bones in there and, sure enough, as he poked his head in, he spotted her. He nodded her way, in greeting, directed at she and the male with her, before he ran his left hand through his hair. Long, slender fingers tangled with sandy hair - he'd forgotten to brush it the morning before he left - and the sleeves of his tattered robe fell up his arm. The artist paid no heed as he made his way to the coffee area and poured some into a blue thermos. It was a lovely shade of blue - somewhere between a sky blue and a royal blue, with a deep color and a sort of pearly sheen. Ollie marveled at the way the mustard colored paint on his index finger looked against the blue of his thermos and the paint-covered finger itched for a paint brush.

There was no time, though, he reminded himself, even though he was already painting in his mind. An ocean. He saw an ocean and a school of mustard-colored fishes. A few red, too. Thinner ones. Did such fish exist?

"Good afternoon," he greeted the number of Prophet staffers, when he finally turned away from the coffee pot, twisting the lid onto the thermos.

"Ollie!" Hunter waved at her reporter buddy person as he entered the room. "He's male TOO," she informed Caelan, in case he wasn't AWARE. But really... duh. Ollie looked male and everything.

But Ollie was sort of occupied with his hands at the moment, which was strange but endearing. She turned her attention back to Egypt.

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Her smile brightened as Hunter waved at her. "I'm sure you are Hunter," she winked. The girl reminded her so much of Paris it was a bit scary. "So how is your next assignment going?" she asked her.

"I'm at a loss. I want Ian to send me somewhere awesome again, even if I have to do the whole budget traveler thing, but I'm pretty sure that was a once in a lifetime sort of thing." Hunter tipped her cup in the direction of Ian's office. The skinflint. It was unfair, too, because he was RICH. And she wasn't.

"Any suggestions?"

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Iridesca was a little bit nervous about visiting the lounge area. She had been sooo wrapped up with the latest issue's graphics and layout that she had hardly met any of the people she worked with since coming to the DP a few months back. She had never really been this unsocial but she had tried very hard to impress the editor, a feat that she was sure she still hand't accomplished.

She pushed the door open and instantly noticed that the place was packed. She didn't want to just interrupt the conversations going on so she decided to walk over to see what were in the promising boxes on the table. O she hoped there were some donuts or something, her stomach had been growling all morning.

She smiled simply at the others in the room as she glided over to the table trying not to be noticed just yet. Her mission was clear, she needed a donut and quick.

Just as she got to the table and reached for the top of the box in the center of the table, her stomach gave a loud growl that instantly turned her face red. She glanced around to see if anyone had heard her choir in her stomach and then quickly grabbed a donut and chomped down on it instantly.

Oh, new girl. Hunter tipped her mug at that girl too. Everyone got a mug tip. "Hey, you. New person. We have coffee and you found the donuts, so now you have to come and sit here by Momma Egypt and let us fuss over you for a bit."

Ameh · 08-10-2010, 12:01 AM

"Nothing wrong with the name Hunter," Caelan replied mildly, taking a sip of his coffee. "It's cute when girls have boyish names. I used to date a girl called Charlie."

She was definitely not as boyish as her name implied.

Turning the cup in his hands, he observed the older woman who had struck up conversation with Hunter, passive interest written on his face. They were coworkers after all, so it would be good to know something about them. Enough to have something to chatter about during the day, and all that. Right?

"Duly noted." Ollie was male. Maybe he and Hunter should've switched names? Then again, Ollie was probably not short for Olive or something like that. There was most likely an actual man name attached to it, somewhere. His attention lapsed slightly, barely attentive of the buzz of voices around him for a moment, before he raised the cup to his lips again.

"Ireland's not that bad... they just seemed fascinated by my being there. Didn't want me to leave." Caelan hadn't the slightest clue why. He'd chalked it up to attraction, but surely that couldn't be the reason for all of them. Hmmm. "I'll be glad to not go back for a while. I miss my own apartment."

Lezleighd · 08-10-2010, 12:58 AM

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Oh, new girl. Hunter tipped her mug at that girl too. Everyone got a mug tip. "Hey, you. New person. We have coffee and you found the donuts, so now you have to come and sit here by Momma Egypt and let us fuss over you for a bit."

Hoping no one heard her thunderous stomach she smiled at the person talking to her as she took another bite and grabbed a napkin. Once finished chewing, she finally spoke, "Hello, that's me...the new person..." she said with a tip of her glass as well towards the new face..."I'm Iridesca...and you all are?" she said in between bites. She was starving but trying hard to remember her manners just in case she made the wrong impression, she quickly said, "Sorry, I'm starving...I feel like this is the first time I've come up for air this week let alone food." she said with a shrug of her shoulders hoping that explained her ravenous attack on the donut in her hand.

Tommehbell · 08-13-2010, 10:28 PM

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Originally Posted by Cassirin

"Ollie!" Hunter waved at her reporter buddy person as he entered the room. "He's male TOO," she informed Caelan, in case he wasn't AWARE. But really... duh. Ollie looked male and everything.

But Ollie was sort of occupied with his hands at the moment, which was strange but endearing. She turned her attention back to Egypt.

"I'm at a loss. I want Ian to send me somewhere awesome again, even if I have to do the whole budget traveler thing, but I'm pretty sure that was a once in a lifetime sort of thing." Hunter tipped her cup in the direction of Ian's office. The skinflint. It was unfair, too, because he was RICH. And she wasn't.

"Any suggestions?"

Oh, new girl. Hunter tipped her mug at that girl too. Everyone got a mug tip. "Hey, you. New person. We have coffee and you found the donuts, so now you have to come and sit here by Momma Egypt and let us fuss over you for a bit."

Egypt looked at her. She wasn't sure what budget traveling was. She had never had to do it, not that she didn't know people ho had to travel that way. She just never did. "Are you looking for exciting places to go? Or just story ideas in general?" she asked her.

Cassirin · 08-15-2010, 04:52 AM

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Hoping no one heard her thunderous stomach she smiled at the person talking to her as she took another bite and grabbed a napkin. Once finished chewing, she finally spoke, "Hello, that's me...the new person..." she said with a tip of her glass as well towards the new face..."I'm Iridesca...and you all are?" she said in between bites. She was starving but trying hard to remember her manners just in case she made the wrong impression, she quickly said, "Sorry, I'm starving...I feel like this is the first time I've come up for air this week let alone food." she said with a shrug of her shoulders hoping that explained her ravenous attack on the donut in her hand.

"Iridesca," Hunter repeated the name. It was unusual... but who was she to judge? She had a BOY'S name, for Pete's sake.

"I doubt anyone is going to jump down your throat for eating the donuts left in here, but you shouldn't work so hard. Deadlines are the only do or die. Don't waste away or Momma Egypt will pin you down and force feed you cupcakes."

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Egypt looked at her. She wasn't sure what budget traveling was. She had never had to do it, not that she didn't know people ho had to travel that way. She just never did. "Are you looking for exciting places to go? Or just story ideas in general?" she asked her.

She glanced back at Egypt. "In general, I think. I don't think Ian will send me out again, but I should ask. The Venice article got fair feedback, and it might be nice to do a series on budget traveling."

08-15-2010, 07:03 PM

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Originally Posted by Lezleighd

Hoping no one heard her thunderous stomach she smiled at the person talking to her as she took another bite and grabbed a napkin. Once finished chewing, she finally spoke, "Hello, that's me...the new person..." she said with a tip of her glass as well towards the new face..."I'm Iridesca...and you all are?" she said in between bites. She was starving but trying hard to remember her manners just in case she made the wrong impression, she quickly said, "Sorry, I'm starving...I feel like this is the first time I've come up for air this week let alone food." she said with a shrug of her shoulders hoping that explained her ravenous attack on the donut in her hand.

Looking up, her thoughts having wandered as they always seemed to do as of late, Kenzie smiles at the woman. "Hi, I'm Kenzie." Taking a drink of her now cold coffee, she makes a face. Well it was her own fault, that she'd not been drinking it.

Tommehbell · 11-14-2010, 03:39 PM

It was unusually lazy day at the office for Egypt. She wasn't under any deadline and frankly had nothing to do. She walked into the lounge room finding it empty. That was unusual. People seemed to think this was a good hiding place from Ian and it did prove to be a good choice. He never went into the room. Egypt swept her long hair out of her face and gathered it up and started to French braid it as she walked over to one of the sofas and sat down.

It felt good to be messing about in her hair it was always so relaxing for her. She flicked her wand at a bottle of gillywater sitting on the counter and it bobbed over into her outstretched hand. Might as well relax while she didn't have a deadline to meet.

Lockhartian · 02-23-2011, 01:46 AM

It's not that her office was not comfortable enough. Merlin knows it was. It even had plenty of things to distract her from work, that how she managed to get it done was beyond her, especially now that the puppy was still there, she didn't fancy leaving him at home.

And it wasn't much of a puppy either, the dog had a year already, but still.

Sienna walked from her office to the lounge area because...you know what? She wanted something else than water to drink. That was the truth. And she knew she'll be staying away from sweets, but she wanted something else...and so she came in the hopes that Ian remembered to stock this place.

Mad Eye Touz · 02-23-2011, 12:28 PM

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It's not that her office was not comfortable enough. Merlin knows it was. It even had plenty of things to distract her from work, that how she managed to get it done was beyond her, especially now that the puppy was still there, she didn't fancy leaving him at home.

And it wasn't much of a puppy either, the dog had a year already, but still.

Sienna walked from her office to the lounge area because...you know what? She wanted something else than water to drink. That was the truth. And she knew she'll be staying away from sweets, but she wanted something else...and so she came in the hopes that Ian remembered to stock this place.

Plymouth might have been skipping a little as he entered. Sometimes, he skipped okay? It happened. He would have been unashamed too, if ....

.... Mrs. Sienna hadn't been in the Lounge Area. Plymouth was going to get Hunter some coffee BEFORE delivering her invite. Now - GULP - it looked like he'd be giving Mrs. Sienna's her first.

WHAT WAS SHE DOING IN HERE?

"H-HI. I wasn't being away from my desk." Really. Well, sort of. "I mean, I'm actually supposed to be away from it." Merlin. DON'T FIRE ME.

Lockhartian · 02-23-2011, 03:30 PM

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Plymouth might have been skipping a little as he entered. Sometimes, he skipped okay? It happened. He would have been unashamed too, if ....

.... Mrs. Sienna hadn't been in the Lounge Area. Plymouth was going to get Hunter some coffee BEFORE delivering her invite. Now - GULP - it looked like he'd be giving Mrs. Sienna's her first.

WHAT WAS SHE DOING IN HERE?

"H-HI. I wasn't being away from my desk." Really. Well, sort of. "I mean, I'm actually supposed to be away from it." Merlin. DON'T FIRE ME.

Almost as soon as she heard some steps, which sounded like someone was skipping, by the way (so, it wasn't Ian), Sienna turned around to face...Plymouth??

What was the man doing away from his desk? And who was now attending the Front Desk?!

Haha. No. Kidding. He could take breaks from time to time, it's not like she expected to see him there 24/7. Plus, she'd seen him this morning which was all that mattered. For all she knew he could be standing the whole day away from the desk, but if she saw him whenever she stepped outside or came in, then it was all good.

She...smirked, and then raised an eyebrow. "Plymouth...," yes, first names, "...what do you mean you're supposed to be away from it?" she was actually wondering if someone rather important was coming to the Prophet and Ian wanted the Secretary away from his post.

Mad Eye Touz · 02-23-2011, 07:34 PM

Plymouth straightened his robes self consciously, then went searching on his person for the invites. "I was supposed to pass these out to everyone. They just came. I was ..."

... bringing yours last?

Plymouth didn't finish his thought and just nervously handed over Mrs. Sienna's invitation.

Lockhartian · 02-24-2011, 12:13 AM

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Plymouth straightened his robes self consciously, then went searching on his person for the invites. "I was supposed to pass these out to everyone. They just came. I was ..."

... bringing yours last?

Plymouth didn't finish his thought and just nervously handed over Mrs. Sienna's invitation.

Oh? No important people?

Well, she didn't have any issues with Plymouth being away from his desk, since he was delivering something to the staff. And to her. She didn't comment on it, though. Oh, yes, Plymouth, be afraid. Or not.

The woman eyed the invitation and took it from Plymouth's hand. Bertie Borr? Who was that man? There was a frown on her face from the confusion. And who on Earth gets 'Bertie' as a name? Unless it was a Bott, it didn't make sense.

Her body was turned to the Secretary guy, "Do you know who this Bertie Borr is?" Ah, she didn't like Ministry parties, but she always had to be there. It used to be a bit more fun when Rico was still around. Her eyes landed on the rest of the invitations, and she wondered, "Is it for the whole staff?' Eyes on Plymouth now.

Mad Eye Touz · 02-24-2011, 04:37 AM

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Oh? No important people?

Well, she didn't have any issues with Plymouth being away from his desk, since he was delivering something to the staff. And to her. She didn't comment on it, though. Oh, yes, Plymouth, be afraid. Or not.

The woman eyed the invitation and took it from Plymouth's hand. Bertie Borr? Who was that man? There was a frown on her face from the confusion. And who on Earth gets 'Bertie' as a name? Unless it was a Bott, it didn't make sense.

Her body was turned to the Secretary guy, "Do you know who this Bertie Borr is?" Ah, she didn't like Ministry parties, but she always had to be there. It used to be a bit more fun when Rico was still around. Her eyes landed on the rest of the invitations, and she wondered, "Is it for the whole staff?' Eyes on Plymouth now.

"Uhhmmm..... not really. He taught an Astronomy class? Or Defense Against the Dark Arts?" neither of which were high on Plymouth's scale of pertinent or O-worthy classes. "Back when I was at Hogwarts a few years ago. Hehe. But he gave us ALL invitations."

As in, the Secretary too. Hehe. He was staff, right? RIGHT MRS. SCARY SIENNA? "Mr. Hoshino said I could go if I didn't put my fingers in my mouth - which is easy enough."

Lockhartian · 02-24-2011, 05:13 AM

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"Uhhmmm..... not really. He taught an Astronomy class? Or Defense Against the Dark Arts?" neither of which were high on Plymouth's scale of pertinent or O-worthy classes. "Back when I was at Hogwarts a few years ago. Hehe. But he gave us ALL invitations."

As in, the Secretary too. Hehe. He was staff, right? RIGHT MRS. SCARY SIENNA? "Mr. Hoshino said I could go if I didn't put my fingers in my mouth - which is easy enough."

He was a teacher at Hogwarts? And what was the man doing in the Ministry now? Actually...what kind of promotion was he getting? Invitations were usually detailed. Tsk, tsk. But it was the Ministry. And this was the Daily Prophet. Shouldn't Sienna know what is going on out there considering she works in a newspaper??

"I see," she said, entirely disappointed at Plymouth's answer. Wasn't he supposed to know anything and everything that happened around the whole world? Er, not really. So, he was forgiven. That was Ian's job.

'He gave us ALL invitations.' "Did the man bring them himself?" she asked, tilting her head to one side, the hair gleamed as the light hit it even more. If this Borr brought them himself, then be prepared for a very boring party.

And then Sienna smiled, kindly, "Did he? And why would you want to go?"

Mad Eye Touz · 02-24-2011, 07:26 PM

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He was a teacher at Hogwarts? And what was the man doing in the Ministry now? Actually...what kind of promotion was he getting? Invitations were usually detailed. Tsk, tsk. But it was the Ministry. And this was the Daily Prophet. Shouldn't Sienna know what is going on out there considering she works in a newspaper??

"I see," she said, entirely disappointed at Plymouth's answer. Wasn't he supposed to know anything and everything that happened around the whole world? Er, not really. So, he was forgiven. That was Ian's job.

'He gave us ALL invitations.' "Did the man bring them himself?" she asked, tilting her head to one side, the hair gleamed as the light hit it even more. If this Borr brought them himself, then be prepared for a very boring party.

And then Sienna smiled, kindly, "Did he? And why would you want to go?"

"Oh no, no. He sent someone." Plymouth paused, trying to remember if the fellow had given a name. Had Plymouth asked? Or had he been too excited about the invites? Hehe. Ooops?

Probably why Plymouth Morgan was not a journalist at the Prophet. Details weren't so important in the face of something EXCITING.

.... he was getting the vibe from Mrs. Sienna. She was totally about to tell him,wasn't she? Would it still be a no if he just bolted now? He DID consider it, and even went so far as to peek over his shoulder. "Because.... we... were invited. It's a party. We got special invites." So they'd probably have their own section or passes and access to fun things, right?

"Should be fun.............?" Please?

Lockhartian · 02-25-2011, 12:15 AM

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"Oh no, no. He sent someone." Plymouth paused, trying to remember if the fellow had given a name. Had Plymouth asked? Or had he been too excited about the invites? Hehe. Ooops?

Probably why Plymouth Morgan was not a journalist at the Prophet. Details weren't so important in the face of something EXCITING.

.... he was getting the vibe from Mrs. Sienna. She was totally about to tell him,wasn't she? Would it still be a no if he just bolted now? He DID consider it, and even went so far as to peek over his shoulder. "Because.... we... were invited. It's a party. We got special invites." So they'd probably have their own section or passes and access to fun things, right?

"Should be fun.............?" Please?

So, the man must be kind of important. Well...she'd lost interest already. Whoever the man was, she was meeting him in said party, no? Good. Or, yeah, whatever.

Sienna nodded, and then eyed the boy. Haha, yes, boy. His reasoning was, quite logical, and she'd heard that those Ravenclaws from Hogwarts usually were. Why was Plymouth Morgan a Secretary again?

She was nodding, and nodding, "Mmmmhmmm, I see," and she made no further comment. Instead, she eyed the invite once more. Special invites? They got special invites everywhere. They were the Daily Prophet, after all. 'Should be fun'. Oh, she hoped it was. Mrs. Knoll-Walker smiled again, "Yes, exactly, it should be, just follow Ian's advice and everything will be fine." She finally said, with one nod and another smile.

Yes, Plymouth you can go to the party.

"Thank you, for giving me the invite...," she said, eying him once more, "...now, go on, give them to the rest of the Staff," even the youngest one, Kururugi, yes, "Go on, go on," she said, gesturing for him to speed up on his invitations-giving task.

The sooner he was done with that, then the sooner he'll be at his desk.

Mad Eye Touz · 02-25-2011, 12:39 AM

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So, the man must be kind of important. Well...she'd lost interest already. Whoever the man was, she was meeting him in said party, no? Good. Or, yeah, whatever.

Sienna nodded, and then eyed the boy. Haha, yes, boy. His reasoning was, quite logical, and she'd heard that those Ravenclaws from Hogwarts usually were. Why was Plymouth Morgan a Secretary again?

She was nodding, and nodding, "Mmmmhmmm, I see," and she made no further comment. Instead, she eyed the invite once more. Special invites? They got special invites everywhere. They were the Daily Prophet, after all. 'Should be fun'. Oh, she hoped it was. Mrs. Knoll-Walker smiled again, "Yes, exactly, it should be, just follow Ian's advice and everything will be fine." She finally said, with one nod and another smile.

Yes, Plymouth you can go to the party.

"Thank you, for giving me the invite...," she said, eying him once more, "...now, go on, give them to the rest of the Staff," even the youngest one, Kururugi, yes, "Go on, go on," she said, gesturing for him to speed up on his invitations-giving task.

The sooner he was done with that, then the sooner he'll be at his desk.

Plymouth hesitated, waiting for the other shoe to drop. She was going to .... say more? Tell him what to wear? Tell him she forgot he needed to work that day....?

...

No?

Hehe. He griiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiinned like a lotto winner and RAN away. SPRINTED away even. No coffee for Hunter, but he was GOING to a PARTY.

Lockhartian · 02-25-2011, 03:58 AM

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Plymouth hesitated, waiting for the other shoe to drop. She was going to .... say more? Tell him what to wear? Tell him she forgot he needed to work that day....?

...

No?

Hehe. He griiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiinned like a lotto winner and RAN away. SPRINTED away even. No coffee for Hunter, but he was GOING to a PARTY.

Did she tell Plymouth some good news and was unaware of it? Oh, Morgana, this boy could be weird sometimes.

But he'd gone off to finish his assignment. All for the better. And she needed to...er, there was really nothing here to drink, Ian needed to restock this as soon as possible.

Sienna was going out. But first she needed to get her handbag from the office, and THEN she'll leave the Prophet...for...an hour or so. Yes, she was heading off to buy something to drink. And possibly as some random shopkeeper about Lord Borr. Whoever the man was.

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