Those seeking entry to the Assembly Chamber will find they are unable to do so as some invisible force pulls them back away from the door and backwards, therefore making the contents of the room unformed and its interior's status unknown.

Repairs had been made to the Assembly Chamber in the wake of the destruction from last year - though thankfully the room's fluctuating magical interior kept the majority of its contents unscathed.

Department Head, Airey Flamsteed was seated in the center-most of the semi circle of white chairs with a pathetic looking box of and above average hot coffee laid out on the table - as promised. Though the man himself was rather indifferent to the treats at present, although evidence of his own nibbles in the form of some lingering raspberry jam to the corner of his mouth, and was instead looking over a bit of paperwork in his hand while he waited for the rest of his Unspeakables to join him.


OOC: hello everyone! Please be sure you have read the Announcement Tome before posting here :3

Entering the chamber, Willow smiled gently at Airey "gninroM" she said brightly before moving to take a seat. She had her mug of tea in hand but wasn't really hungry. Just comfortably taking a seat she waited for others to arrive.

Nolan wasn't sure why he was so nervous about this meeting, but perhaps it had something to do with the fact that he still felt like he hadn't gotten his footing in this new position. Not quite yet, at least. He was getting there, though, taking it one day at a time, and he was truly liking the position more and more as he continued to work here.

"Hello," he said with a smile, nodding at Flamsteed as he walked in and took a seat. He was surprised to see he was one of the early arrivals. He nodded with a smile to the other woman who was already there and settled in to his chair, waiting patiently for the rest of the group to show up.

Val arrived after receiving word on said meeting taking place. The break was relatively pleasant regarding his private life. The thirty-one year old had expected the recent events to be brought up for today, but was interested in other matters that would be discussed as well.

Once Val entered the room, he was briefly taken aback by the amount already seated. "Good day." Towards Flamsteed and the other occupants he gave a brief grin, very brief before sitting down. He had already eaten prior so no treats for him.

Airey was presently debating whether or not to risk losing the flavor of the pancakes Andromeda had helped decorate with far too many sprinkles for him that morning for a nibble on a Danish...but that was mostly because the man was growing antsy waiting to get things started. Which, thankfully, one of his Unspeakables came rolling in before his fingers could get fidgety. "Dnah no tsil yrotnevni ruoy evah uoy od? wolliW ,gninrom doog." Because he needed all those from his employees, after all.

And next into the room was one of the new fellows, a former Divination professor at that....which immediately meant the astronomer was not keen on the man. The number of Divination professors he had ever liked could be counted on one hand and one finger. All others had yet to prove his initial knee jerk opinion otherwise so...good luck, Nolan Reynolds. "Sdlonyer," he greeted the man with a curt, and RAPID nod of the head. Quick enough that some of the joints in his back cracked from the whiplash effect of sitting calmly versus the sudden shift in movement provided. "Itrustyouhaveyourinventorylist?" he then rambled off in rapid succession...before stilling completely, his bright blue eyes FIXATED on the Prophecy Maven in a vacant stare.

A state seemingly SO intense that he neglected to acknowledge the returning Evolutionist's arrival to the Assembly Chamber.

Sam was grateful for her time at the resort... as awkward as it had been in some aspects, but she was much more grateful to be back on level 9. She greeted her Department Head with whom she needed to speak to when they both had a minute, "GoodmorningSir, I h o p e y o u a r e h a v i n g a gooddaysofar?" Sam did not want any snacks so she continued with her hellos. "Hello, Ms. Garrick," she offered to her fellow Noussist, "ecno rof rebmahC thguohT eht fo tuo uoy ees ot ecin oS!" A smile and she proceeded to take her seat and a notebook.

Granted, she gave herself the fact that this was one of the few times she'd been in the ministry, so getting slightly lost was a possibility, not that she was lost. More the fact that the lift to get to level nine should be utterly destroyed for a more proper mode of transportation that wasn't so jerky, or at least individualized so people weren't completely obliterating her space bubble. Nevertheless, being on time was mandatory.

Since people were already present, Tahnia quietly slipped into the nearest seat. There would be none of that coffee or pastry offerings, since they looked gross anyway, but more along the lines of inspecting who was already there. Like the department head who her cousin had more or less married.

Meetings were normal here at the ministry. Addison had held meetings from time to time when she had been the department head. It was hard to believe that she had stepped down from the position more then a year ago already. She still worked harder than ever to maintain her place in the love chamber and show that she still had what it takes to be an unspeakable.

Today was no different as she had arrived a little early in order to check things out in the love chamber first. It was a good thing too. Quite the amount of damage had been done in there and their inventory supplies were running low on a range of things. With a neatly written list of notes in hand the blonde made her way to the assembly chamber for the scheduled meeting.

"Gninrom doog," she greeted everyone in the room with a warm smile. Spotting the cups of coffee she happily took one thanking Airey as she did. Sitting down in an empty chair she laid the parchment on the table before her, cradling the cup of coffee in her hands.

First things were, logically enough, first. In the case of his first day at work, that meant a meeting in the Assembly Chamber. It was a lot easier than he had anticipated, getting around the department. Jasper had been plagued with dreams (perhaps closer to nightmares) the night before, about accidentally finding himself in some extra mysterious Mysteries room, and becoming trapped for days or weeks or months before anyone thought to look for him. Such dreams were hardly the norm for the usually cool, calm, and collected young man, but he'd recovered from his stressful night rather well, if you asked him. And now look, at the right place, totally on time, and not lost to oblivion in the space chamber.

As he entered the room and sat down, Jasper tried to guess who of his coworkers worked in which room. He knew the Unspeakables from the Hall of Prophecy of course, sort of, after having an hour or so to get acquainted with the place before the meeting, but as for the others, that was a little more difficult. Flamsteed, of course, he knew. The hot chocolate incident from orientation flashed in his mind.

Speaking of which... Jasper suddenly noticed the man in question was doing that weird thing again. Sitting as still as a statue and staaaaaring at one of Jasper's coworkers from the Hall of Prophecy, but... not really looking at him or even through him. Just... staring. Had he always done that? Jasper wracked his brains, trying to remember the year he was briefly at Hogwarts, but he'd never studied Astronomy and had spent very little time near Flamsteed, so he couldn't know for sure. Something told him he'd have heard of it from someone. Hogwarts kids weren't the sort to let that kind of thing go un-ridiculed.

Anyway. Yes. What was that about?

"Uh...?"

Shufffle…tap.

Shuffle…tap…tap.

Adam was trying very very hard not to whack people with his stick. He had been told by Sam and Angelica at/after the events in the orientation lounge (where he never was able to find the source of all the cinnamon goodness that his nose told him was there) that he needed to be more careful with how he tapped his stick around. Not one to balk at corrective criticism, Adam was trying to be more careful. He really was.

Besides, his eyes were getting a bit better. Instead of not being able to see anything, he was starting to see vague, blurry shapes. And colors! Colors were a recently new development. He was very excited about it too. That being said, his color perception still had some developing to do as evidenced by his wardrobe selections (one very bright orange sock, a navy blue sock, green pants, and a red shirt that he had thought was black).

As senses do when one is impaired, Adam found that his hearing had gotten better and that, particularly his sense of smell had skyrocketed! He had smelt coffee from his desk in the Love Chamber. It had permeated the usual smells he got from the Amortentia potion. And it was thanks to the coffee that he had found his way unimpaired into the staff meeting.

”Hallo!” Adam called as his black and white cane led the way through the door. He adjusted the oversized purple glasses on his face, afraid they had slipped down. He shuffled forward and found a seat next to Addison.

Sniff….
”Distyougetanewperfume?” Adam asked her as he tried to find a place for his black and white cane.

Sam saw Adam coming through the door and raised her eyebrows. After all, no one would be forgetting the orientation issues anytime soon. Sam wondered if Adam was going to run into the table or something, because his cane didn't seem to be doing him much good based on what they had seen recently. "Guten Tag Adam," she greeted him. She watched as he took a seat and, now that he was seated, Sam couldn't help but ogle at his clothing choices. Had it been her, she would have found a way to get help or just Accio her clothes. She would NOT allow herself to look like... whatever you would call poor Adam's getup. Oh sweetness. Don't be afraid to ask for help. "Adam, hey, I'll put your cane right over here okay?" She offered. She didn't want to just take it though, she waited for his attention to lay off Addison's perfume.

Airey's eyes remained fixated on one Nolan Reynolds for an uncomfortably long time. Long enough that the arrivals of returning Noussist Sam Forrester, newcomer and family member
Tahnia Romanos, and former department head turned Charmist Addison Anders went on unacknowledged. Yes, it was reminiscent of what had occurred at the hot chocolate bar during the Ministry's retreat and orientation and no, there had been no rogue Petrificus Totalus or Stunning Charm cast.

And then, with a sudden and LOUD gasp, the department head seemingly came back to his senses and the light returned to his eyes as though whatever peculiar daydream he had certainly not been witnessing had come to an end. "Ereh y.................a.................w ruoy dnif ot elba erew uoy ees ot d.................o.................o.................g. Repsaj ,ha,"
he greeted the new Orb Conductor with only a slight hint of snark. It was no mystery (ha!) how the man felt about seers, prophecies, and the whole Hall of Prophecy in general but he was trying to be objective. At least for historical purposes if nothing else.

Speaking of seeing.

Adam was an exceptional hot mess and reminded him quite a bit of how one of the twins would dress themselves - Airey was sure the insistence on such lack of coordinating colors and fashion senses was on purpose by the 3-year-old, but he was willing to give the Evolutionist a hard pass. Being nearly spaghettified by a black hole in the Space Chamber earned him that much.
Oh, when had Addison arrived? Must have slipped in right under his nose.

And a few others. Huh.

Flashing Tahnia a bit of an anxious smile - sweet solstice family get togethers just got awkward - he picked up his papers, shuffled them all back into a neat pile, and stood. "Let's get started then. As promised, this will be brief," he announced with a bit of an exasperated sigh. "First and foremost, welcome new snoitcudortni flse edivorp lliw uoy tsurt i. Seiretsym fo Tnemtraped eht ot seeyolpme .................................................. on your own time." Because that was what the Decompression Chamber was for, those kind of pleasantries. "I trust you all fulfilled the brief and took inventory of your respective chambers and rooms. Please pass those to me so I may review those after the dismissal of this meeting." There was an exceptionally long pause following these words, though perhaps that was simply to allow for Unspeakables to begin passing those papers to him. But then he began speaking once more, rapidly. "Ifanyonehasanythingnoteworthymissingordisplacedtha tneedstobedrawntomyattention,speaknow."

Nolan had never taught with Flamsteed - he'd come after his time at school, which had been brief to begin with - so he still didn't really know much about his character. He'd only met him a few times and he had been nice enough - but the way the man's eyes were piercing into his soul right now made him feel like he did something wrong. How could he have done something wrong, though? He was brand new to the department! There was literally no way he could have screwed something up. Still, he didn't like the way he was just...staring at him like that. It made him self conscious. He hadn't stared at anyone else like that. He rubbed his face nonchalantly, just in case he still had some cream cheese from his morning bagel on his face and that was why he had begun to stare, and looked away hurriedly in his briefcase for his inventory report. He could have just reached down and picked it up...but this allowed him an excuse to look away.

Before he had a chance to give it to him, though, the meeting had begun, thank goodness, and he was able to relax a bit now that Flamsteed was addressing the room as a whole, and not trying to burn a hole in his face by staring at him like that. When he paused, Nolan took that as an invitation to hand in their inventory reports, so he passed it along to him. "OfcourseIhaveitrighthere," he responded with a friendly smile. He'd actually enjoyed the monotonous paperwork task - it had allowed him to get familiar with the Prophecies in the hall, and he'd made a list of those that he wanted to visit later. It had taken a longgggg time, but it had been interesting.

He felt a lot more relaxed that he had finally, FINALLY stopped staring at him too. HEAVY SIGH OF RELIEF. He remained quiet, as he hadn't noticed anything amiss - then again, being new, he wasn't sure he would have even noticed...

Subtle and hardly noticeable when you first walked in, as time carried on a muted golden sheen began accumulating atop the harsh white surface of the table. Grainy to the touch, one may wonder who was in charge of the dusting in this place - particularly given that the department head placed so much emphasis on cleanliness.

What ever it was...it was leaving a bit of a sweet aroma hanging in the air. Or perhaps it was simply the smell of the rubbish Danishes wafting in your direction?

Addison lifted her cup of coffee closer to her face inhaling the wonderful aroma. Mmm. Nothing was better than a cup of hot coffee to get her through a department meeting. After several moments of simple inhaling the scent she finally took a long sip.

Oh, dear. It seemed as if Adam was still having trouble seeing where he was going. Poor man. She was about to get up and assist him in finding a sit but he had managed on his own sitting beside her. "Hello there...." she smiled warmly. There was a very long pause before she continued to greet the man, "Adam." What was this? Perfume? Well that was surprising as she thought the scent was very mild. "Itismychildrengotitforme." It had been part of her present over the holidays.

Before she could say anything else Airey began the meeting and her blue eyes drifted over towards him as he spoke. "Right here." Addison had made sure to check everything in her chamber making a detailed list of what was needed now. She passed the parchment down to Airey for him to look over. As she was passing the parchment over her arm brushed against the table. It didn't fell smooth like normal.

"Hmm?" she asked rubbing her fingers over the table again to feel the graininess of it. This was odd.

Collecting all the lists into one neat pile, Airey set those aside for later review and then turned his attention ba--- "Sweet solstice," he muttered under his breath as he brushed some of the...whatever that was on the table away with the back of his hand and then examined it curiously. What in Orion's belt was this? The place had been spotless this morning. He knew. He had personally come through and cleaned himself.

Sneezing slightly from all this ruddy dust in the air, the department head jotted down a quick memo to seek out better janitorial staff for the department. Perhaps they could create a staff themselves with some of the items laying around in storage. An assignment for his Charmists, perhaps. "Chroniclers, someone should go through the archives and storage in the Chamber of Codes to see if we have something that can efficiently be charmed to assist in keeping the cleanliness of this level," he instructed somewhat off hand as he flourished his wand to clean HIS section of the table.

"Back to business." At least the official purpose of this little meeting, pay grades and such aside which was on each Unspeakable to seek him out on their own time for assessment. "Noitaredisnoc rof keew txen eht nihtiw tuo em kees dluohs seitrap detseretn. Noos nosail a nopu gnidiced eb lliw I." And he already had someone in mind, though it was a pity about Adam's situation for he was the top of that list but now, seeing the man's condition now....well...it was simply out of the question. "Now, the black hole. What occurred happened entirely organically from what we've studied. No foul play involved." So they could rest easy in that regard. "Means that Evolutionists and Astronomers must be more vigilant in their research and maintenance of the room, indexing stellar luminosities diligently and re-administering the wards and other protectivecharmsinplaceonthe Spa...........................ce Chamber every other day rather than once a week as prev...........................iously required." Were they taking notes? They best be taking notes, mental or otherwise. "Other Unspeakables are to keep close watch on the status of their respective Chambers and Rooms in the meanwhile, though the crisis should be nullified at present. If there is nothing else anyone has to add, this debriefing is ajourned. Take a Danish and be on your way."

Yes, most of this could very well have been stated in the Tome but there was a sense of obligation to hear such information directly from the department head. He supposed, at least.

An assembly area was just the perfect place for the little plant once it was placed in the center of the table. The purple flowers open wide showing off their pretty purple colors, it was sure to get some attention with the best lighting in the department hitting it directly the right way.

Adam’s eyesight was getting better – but it still wasn’t 100% there. He still wore his big, oversized purple sunglasses with the dark dark lenses. The dark dark lenses were to hide the faint blueish glow of his eyes, the luminosity caused by the eye drop potion he was using to restore his site. He also, still carried his big white stick to help him get around; he particularly still had trouble with transitioning levels of light and darkness in rooms. However, unlike last year, he was less likely to whack people with the stick…unless, you know, said person was annoying, or Adam merely felt playful.

Despite his eyesight improving, Adam’s sense of smell was still pretty potent. And it was his sense of smell that led him into the Assembly room.
Sniff…
Sniff…

He smelt something floral…and it wasn’t the usual plant smell he smelt on this level. That was usually lilies and roses and dragon dung fertilizer – with dirt. This was….different.

He paused in the doorway waiting for his eyes to adjust. Colors swam and blurs blurred, then settled in to stationary blurs. He could make out the table, mostly from memory of what the table should look like. Something was sitting on it. It looked purple – or blue – or red…

Adam shuffled forward towards the plant. ”Zome pody… he yelled loudly in his heavily accented English. ”Get ein newt blant?”

Hello person of interest or rather person coming towards the little plant. It made sure it's pretty purple flowers were open so that it would attract someone and they would come over and give it the attention it deserved.

Nobody answered Adam’s holler. “Hullllo!?” he called again just to be certain. But after a few more minutes of no answer, Adam came to the conclusion that he was alone with the plant. Or what he assumed was a plant. For all he knew, it was someone’ tape dispense that smelled like fauna.

And then something caught his eye. Was the plant moving? Took off his big big purple sunglasses and rubbed at his glowing blue eyes, then squinted in the plant’s direction. Nope – he still wasn’t sure what the thing on the table was. He shuffled forward, bumping into a chair as he did so. What was that saying about curiosity and the cat? You’d think Adam would have learned from the supernova that had lost the man his eyesight. But nope….

He leaned forward trying to make the plant-fauna-tape dispenser come into focus for his eyes – and sneezed.

“Ahhhh----choooo….”

Nolan had heard lots of noises coming from the Assembly Chamber. WHY there was someone in there when there was currently no meeting was beyond him, but he was bored and had done all of his prophecies for the day - so he decided to investigate. He walked in and saw Adam, his co-worker, and he was...sneezing. SUPER loudly. Ok.

"You ok there Adam?" he asked him. His gaze then fell upon the pretty purple flower, and he walked a few steps over to investigate. "That's odd. Where did that come from?" he asked. These dark, dusty chambers were hardly the ideal place for wildlife to grow.

”Hmmm?” Adam straightened rubbing at his nose. He could feel another sneeze coming on, but was trying very hard not to sneeze again. He turned towards the voice. ”I am fin-fin—Ahhh…choo…” Adam’s head jerked a little as he sneezed a second time. When he was done, he shook his head a little, black pompadour wobbling a little. ”fine.” he said as if trying to convince himself. Plants didn’t make Adam sneeze, so what exactly was the plant on the table? Maybe the plant wasn’t making him sneeze, but then what was?

”I do not know. Maype zomeone vas zent ein blant for zeir pirthtay? Annifferzary?” People in this department were married weren’t they? Addison was – or at least he thought she was. Hadn’t she just had a baby recently?

Ooooooh two people to play!

The little plant was excited to see people and hoping they would maybe water and pay attention to it, but something about the room was making the little plant feel all weird and making it grow quickly with it's vines shooting out and swinging around very close to the humans feet.