Jayden approached the security desk with his hands in his pockets. "Hey." he said to the first person behind the check-in. "Jayden Monroe. Transportation Department." he said.

Hmm... as much as he loved a party, he could think of a million things he'd rather be doing right now.

Oh, well. Free food was always good in his book.

"Oh." Milton said taken aback. He was invited. Rats. Guess there was no turning back now... "Erm. Thanks." he said grabbing the t-shirt. He then walked into the party fighting the urge to cover his face.

A celebration, huh? James walked towards this so called celebration he had suddenly heard of. Being new and all, he obviously didn't know people here. Le sigh. But this might be a good place to start. "James Sykes, Department of Magical Transportation," James spoke up as he reached the metal detector looking thing.

Millie flushed at his over excitement. The guy obviously seemed to only be doing this dutifully and not because he wanted to. Pity; perhaps she'd have to lend him one of the joke shop items or something for funsies later.

"Thank you," she smiled gratefully, though inwardly cringing about the shirt. Honestly, it ruined her outfit! But reluctantly - because she wasn't one to cause trouble, but just wanted to blend it, she put in. "Er... have a nice time." Yup. She was going now.


"Of course, of course," Professor Hadley said about the shirt. She wasn't thrilled about that, but knew it would be expected of her to wear it. At least it was sized to fit appropriately... That was a plus side. Right?

Nodding at the security guy, she was about to turn into the party when some sort of argument caught her attention...


"Prefect Hudson!" Hadley called, hurrying over as she looked toward her own security check guard and nodded appreciatively at him. And now at the one who was apparently giving one of her students trouble. "Um what seems to be the problem here? I do believe Prefect Hudson most certainly has received an invitation..."

"Hello, Ms. Schiavello."she said as she scanned the list and checked her off."Here is your tee shirt and enjoy." Dacs said as she handed her a tee shirt.

Dacs looked at the next person who was dressed to impress. "Name please."she said politely. she checked off the name of the lady and handed her a tee shirt, "Here you go. Enjoy."

With a flick of her wand Dacs checked her off the list, handed her a tee shirt and said,"Enjoy yourself."

Dacs smiled at a man who seemed a little nervous. She waved her wand gracefully checking off,"Mr. Maine. Enjoy."she said handing him a tee shirt.

"Ah, Mr. Vanderbilt."she said checking his name,"Welcome. Enjoy and here's your tee shirt."

Here is your tee shirt Mr. Everard. Do enjoy." Dacs said with a polite expression.

Dacs looked to the next person,"Hello, Mr. Sykes is it? Well, enjoy."she said as she smiled at him and handed him a tee shirt.

"Ms, Jetza, welcome."she said with a polite smile. She picked up the tee shirt and handed it to her,"Enjoy yourself."
'I love my job.' she thought to herself. It was alot of people invited to this big swaray. She didn't mind working.

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Ian smiled grimly. It was all he could do under the dire circumstances. As soon as Emmanuelle's hands were done being busy, he forced a t-shirt on them. To be seen in the possession of one was bad enough. There wasn't' a need to carry two of them.

Hoshino nodded at the man and lead Emmy away towards the press box.

Phew, his name really was on the list! Thank Merlin! He gave the woman kind of a nervous laugh as he took the t-shirt "Thanks." Was it required to wear these? He kept changing his mind on whether or not to wear the shirt as he walked past the security into the event.

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Shirt, huh? "Oh lovely." Funnily enough, Gemini actually meant it. She flashed a smile at the woman and nodded, "Thank you."

Then she was off, to mingle, or not. Who knew.

Persephone strolled by the security checkpoint. She cut through the queue and walked past the barrier. Being part of the security team afforded her such courtesies. She was also lucky enough to be on a special assignment, meaning she got to dress in civilian attire and could somewhat enjoy the party.

She did, however, want to stop by and chat briefly with the rest of her department, tasked with doing more intensive security sweeps. "How's everything going? No problems I assume?" she said casually, glancing around at everyone waiting. She didn't see any imminent threats or trouble makers, but without doing proper checks, how would she really know?

Katalin took her t shirt and walked into the party, she was wondering if her husband was going to come because he worked for the ministry too!

"Jake... Morgan," Jake himself spoke, the pause almost insignificant, lasting a mere millisecond as he actually FORGOT what name he went by.

Eh.

Whatevs.

"Hogwarts seventh year... got my invite," he added, holding it up after unfolding it, because he didn't look like an average student. Mhmmm.

Warren walked towards the security check in, after apparating near the North end of the street.

Cane at hand, Warren felt odd. It had been years since he'd gone to a party, and now he was going with a cane. It wasn't like he was actually using it to help him. It was just a saftey precaution, old age made his legs unpredictable. He never knew if they were going to work properly or not.

But what an odd day... his application to the Ministry had been acepted on a Holiday for Lord Borr. He was suprised that the Large man had even allowed owls to fly on this day... So many stories of the 'Important, and Busy' man had flown around in his old office before his position had been cut. But now, he was going to see if any of them were true. Maybe he'd gone to school with the Lord, and just didn't remember, but Warren would have remembered a man of that structure, and name.

Warren reached the Check in area... he'd never seen so much security at a party. The World Cup, he understood... maybe even a Party of the Minister herself, but a Junior Undersecretary... was the man really this Important... and if he were so Busy, why exactly would he want to have an entire day devoted to his party?

Nils heard there was a celebration going on, and decided on attending the even to see what it was all about.
He wore a navy blue suit for the event, and he stood in front of the detector. It seemed odd, but he didn't think much of it, the security mens also made him lose his cool just slightly.
That security could have been him, but now he was appointed somewhere else, and he was going to take the job to heart.

"Nils King. New Accident and Castophres employee"He introduced himself.

Making his way to the tent, Gavin sighed coming up to the checkin point. He'd finally gotten the transfer out of the Time Room, which was a relief. He knew this position that he'd taken he was much better fitted for and was anxious to begin and here he got a full day off...for a party of all things.

"Gavin Higareda. Department of International Cooperation." He stated in his soft but deep voice. Looking over toward the tables, he wondered if he was under dressed. He wore what he normally did to work each day. He had some nice dark blue dress pants with a white button up shirt and blazer over it.

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Originally Posted by Ama (Post 10215333) Although she would call herself an independent young woman, Daphne Hopton was quite nervous about attending large gatherings without some kind of companion. She no longer needed the guidance or protection her caretaker, Davis but she did feel a little lost at the moment. There was a surprising amount of young faces that even made the blond feel a little aged. She patted one cheek consciously, wondering if she should have applied a little more concealer and an extra sun block charm. She held her employee ID in her hand, swinging from it's strap. Honestly, it wasn't a very pretty accessory and it clashed with her outfit. The young witch was too vain (and young) to worry about appearing spoiled. She wasn't sure if there was a line she was supposed to stand in or whether this was one of those 'wave-your-arm-erratically-until-someone-gets-to-you' kind of places. Daphne pursed her lips and patted her other cheek. Hopefully, that single charm would hold up. Sunburns were incredibly unappealing.

Hmmmmm a non-talker, Prometheus thought to himself as a young witch stepped up to his section of the security annex, "Thank you, Miss Hopton" he added as he took at look at her ID, see speaking is good!
"Here is your Lord Borr shirt, have a nice day!"

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Originally Posted by LeapFrog (Post 10215414) Persephone strolled by the security checkpoint. She cut through the queue and walked past the barrier. Being part of the security team afforded her such courtesies. She was also lucky enough to be on a special assignment, meaning she got to dress in civilian attire and could somewhat enjoy the party. She did, however, want to stop by and chat briefly with the rest of her department, tasked with doing more intensive security sweeps. "How's everything going? No problems I assume?" she said casually, glancing around at everyone waiting. She didn't see any imminent threats or trouble makers, but without doing proper checks, how would she really know?

Smiling at his fellow level Two-er Prometheus was once again jealous of those that were not being forced to wear the Borr Shirt, "Morning Persephone," he grinned handing her the shirt, "You get this as a gift, however I also need to see either some ID or your invite, you know protocol" he laughed, he knew who she was, they worked together, however security was, for today anyway, his job!

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Originally Posted by Walrus (Post 10215929) Warren walked towards the security check in, after apparating near the North end of the street. Cane at hand, Warren felt odd. It had been years since he'd gone to a party, and now he was going with a cane. It wasn't like he was actually using it to help him. It was just a saftey precaution, old age made his legs unpredictable. He never knew if they were going to work properly or not. But what an odd day... his application to the Ministry had been acepted on a Holiday for Lord Borr. He was suprised that the Large man had even allowed owls to fly on this day... So many stories of the 'Important, and Busy' man had flown around in his old office before his position had been cut. But now, he was going to see if any of them were true. Maybe he'd gone to school with the Lord, and just didn't remember, but Warren would have remembered a man of that structure, and name. Warren reached the Check in area... he'd never seen so much security at a party. The World Cup, he understood... maybe even a Party of the Minister herself, but a Junior Undersecretary... was the man really this Important... and if he were so Busy, why exactly would he want to have an entire day devoted to his party?

"Good Morning Sir," the young man smiled to the elderly gentleman before him, "Thank you for joining us, however I will need a name, as identification!" Could the man hear him? He needed a cane, but that was no reflection of his hearing, however just to be safe, Prometheus pointed to the names on the list, "So I can tick you off!"

Old people, loved Prometheus!

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Originally Posted by Team ronmione (Post 10216178) Nils heard there was a celebration going on, and decided on attending the even to see what it was all about. He wore a navy blue suit for the event, and he stood in front of the detector. It seemed odd, but he didn't think much of it, the security mens also made him lose his cool just slightly. That security could have been him, but now he was appointed somewhere else, and he was going to take the job to heart. "Nils King. New Accident and Castophres employee"He introduced himself.

"Nice to have you with us Nils" Prometheus said, as he located the name on the list and crossed it off, "As a sign of thanks for your attendance, have a shirt, compliments of Lord Borr!"The box of shirts gave no need in sight, the end was still a long way off!

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Originally Posted by demented_death_eater (Post 10216302) Rex had better things to do than attend a party for a pompous man who fancied himself a lord. Upon arriving at the security checkpoint, he noticed that some people were under-dressed in their regular clothes while a few others arrived in more formal attire. He chose the safe monochromatic route - black slacks, shirt, jacket, and shoes. No tie. He approached the security desk and promptly stated his details. "Rex Vindictus, Head of Magical Games and Sports."

"Morning Sir" Prometheus said to the rather stern looking man, "Here's your Lord Borr shirt" he added as he passed it over to the man, "I hope you enjoy the festivities!"

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Originally Posted by Green Ninja (Post 10216463) Making his way to the tent, Gavin sighed coming up to the checkin point. He'd finally gotten the transfer out of the Time Room, which was a relief. He knew this position that he'd taken he was much better fitted for and was anxious to begin and here he got a full day off...for a party of all things. "Gavin Higareda. Department of International Cooperation." He stated in his soft but deep voice. Looking over toward the tables, he wondered if he was under dressed. He wore what he normally did to work each day. He had some nice dark blue dress pants with a white button up shirt and blazer over it.

"Mr Higareda," he mumbled as he searched for the name, "Aha, here we are," he exclaimed as he found it, and ticked it off, "This is for you," Prometheus added as he passed over the shirt "A gift from Lord Borr to you!" Gosh he was sounding so cheesy!


"Enjoy!"

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Originally Posted by PhoenixRising (Post 10215243) "Prefect Hudson!" Hadley called, hurrying over as she looked toward her own security check guard and nodded appreciatively at him. And now at the one who was apparently giving one of her students trouble. "Um what seems to be the problem here? I do believe Prefect Hudson most certainly has received an invitation..."

And considering he was in the 'H's Prometheus decided it was about time to let his little brother in, however someone else had arrived at his section.....

Now this was going to be good, Patroclus had hoped that Prometheus' boss would have spotted his brother stopping him for getting in first, but it seemed that Professor Haldey was to be his savoir

"Professor This man, won't let me in!"

Why you little.....Prometheus thought as Patroclus totally threw him under the KnightBus. Taking in his little brother's words, the young man realised that he was dealing with a Professor, "No Problem, Ma'am, just brothers having a bit of fun! It's been ages since I have seen the little tyke!" he grinned as he drew his brother into a headlock and ruffled his hair!

'MY HAIR!'

Warren looked at the younger man, and leaned on his cane casually. Right, name and identific-

Did the man just raise his voice at Warren? How rude. "I'm not deaf, lad." he aid to the boy, now miming at the list. He didn't look that old, did he? No, he couldn't, he wasn't that old.

Warren's aging fingers reached for his Ministry identification, and handed it over to the younger man. "Warren Miller. Minister's Office." he stated, as if he'd had the position for a while. And he was in charge of their pay, so cool it... He's not that old.

He had a question for this man now... "Did the Minister have a party this large for herself?" cause Warren was never invited, but then again he'd only started working a the ministry.

Watching Prometheus hassling his brother was oddly entertaining, but the vague thought that things were not okay had never left Dorian. Something told him Evander might not be quite as into the gaiety either, but then it seemed it was the younger members of the department who both thought they knew what was going on and how to deal with it. Leaving the rest of them to just keep with the vigilance, and preparing for whatever was to come. He turned from his coworker as he sensed another person approaching, however. Big grin. wasn't getting a replica here, but he gave her a brief, and somewhat less animated, smile anyway. "Well, Ms. Merrygold," he said, checking her name off the list and grasping yet another blue t-shirt from the collection. "Here's your complimentary t-shirt, and enjoy yourself," he said, with only the tiniest hint of dryness and sarcasm as he waved her through the checkpoint and into the party.

Taking the next arrival as well, Dorian relaxed as it was someone who didn't look quite as party-happy. Maybe there was some sort of kindred spirit here, or someone who was just a sleeper. As that thought came in, he went on guard again. Unnoticeably, but it was there. He couldn't afford to let his guard down just yet, and especially not with new Ministry employees. "Mr. Vartann," he said calmly, allowing a bit of welcome into his voice as he scanned the list and crossed the name off. Now for the ridiculous part, and he imagined that was what had put the scowl on Gabriel's face. The t-shirt. "Here you are," he continued, handing the shirt over after picking it up off the slowly dwindling stack. Somehow he had a feeling there was a charm on it that they'd never run out. "Enjoy the party."

Gabe still couldn't shake the feeling that he would have to wear that t-shirt. And that was causing creases to appear on his usually wrinkle free face. But he managed to get a smile out as the man at the check in crossed his name off the list. Nodding, he raised his eyebrows to better see the quill at work, before resting his gaze back on the face of the gentleman.

....And he was getting a t-shirt.

"Urrr, thank you very much," he said, slightly hesitantly. Taking it, he rolled his eyes and clenched his fist around it. There no way he was putting it on unless it was absolutely necessary. Please tell him it wasn't.

Someone was vociferous! Daphne flinched and almost retrieved her hand, ID card and all. Her name being spoken (or shouted) from the man's lips cued her in and the blond simply nodded before trying to get her knees to work once more and bend.

"You too!" she said, not nearly as loudly as the security man of course. Daphne couldn't have said anything else even if she wanted. The hideous t-shirt she found herself carrying was distracting enough to warrant a gasp. Daphne placed it face down and carried it this way as she left the line and walked away, wondering if there was a familiar figure somewhere she could bother.

Thank you. Now...What will we be doing here today, may I ask, does anyone know?"He asked looking around for a fit person to tell him any news.Lord Borr seemed like a extremely important person having invited all these ministry workers and young students.

Nils walked around a bit trying to scope out who came from the Ministry and why little children were also attending the event.