Joe Jon Montcenaggio walked in and got a t-shirt." Hi dear" J.J. Starr told his wofe Katalin. J.J. kissed her.

Persephone laughed, but then recalled she really ought to produce credentials. Her mind started to think of all the ways people could impersonate others to gain access to this exclusive event. With that terrifying thought, she hastily produced her badge ID, along with a letter signed by the head of her Department and Matel D'Isigny stating her purpose. She didn't get an official invitation, since she was not here for the party, but rather part of the security detail.

"I hope this is satisfactory for you, sir" she laughed, speaking as if she didn't work by Prometheus for the past several months. "I hope everything's gone smoothly so far?" she inquired as he looked over her credentials.

" J.J. Starr- Deptartment of International Co-operation" he announced himself ro Evander.

Skander walked into the parties security check in room, playing with his sleeves a bit. He wanted to make sure he looked good at this event. He wasn't sure of his future at the ministry right now but he would at least make sure he looked like he was certain of what was going on.

Getting into a line Skander pulled his Ministry ID out of his pocket and waited for someone to see him and let him into the party. Although he definitely did not want that awful shirt. It was horrible, not that he'd ever tell the Lord Berty Borr that.

Professor Hadley was about to suggest going to a different security person when she instead raised a brow. And then relaxed. And laughed. Yup, she just downright LAUGHED.

"Well Prefect Hudson is hardly considered a little tyke anymore, I daresay," Josephina mused, shaking her head at the two. SO that was what it was like to have a brother....? "If that will be all, then we should be heading on in now. Don't want to miss the party." Oh what a shame that would be.

And with that, she turned on her heel and head off and into the party.

Watching as the man checked his name off the list, he could have hoped his name wouldn't be on it, but oh well. That had to have been one of the worst jobs to get, making sure each person was checked off the list and handing out...a tshirt. His eyebrow lifting as he took the shirt from the man, he looked down at the neatly pressed shirt, seeing the design his eyebrow arched even more.

Alrighty then... Turning away he headed inside.

I had a fail moment earlier (*picks up Zoe's post this time around*)
 

Dorian had noted the pause as the tall student had faltered in giving his name for him to check off, but brushed it off as soon as it happened. The likelihood of this boy being dangerous was extremely slim, so the pause was for another reason, and it wasn't important to ask. "Of course," he said, nodding at the flourish of the invitation, verifed by the name that was given indeed being on the list they'd been given. Crossing it off, he glanced back at the boy with a wry grin as he reached for one of the t-shirts. "Well, that's all I need. And for all that, you get this," he continued, feeling like he was being forced to inflict pain on innocent people as he handed over the shirt. "Enjoy the party." he hoped that some of the other students on the list were Jake's friends, at least. He shuddered to know what exactly he was letting everyone into.

The creases on the Security man's face oddly amused Dorian, although his usual inscrutable expression had settled back onto it after he'd handed the shirt over. He'd noted the attempt to see what he was doing, as well, but as he knew the man was in security it wasn't that strange. "You're welcome," he said, returning the eye roll surreptitiously as he hoped that told Gabriel that he was only wearing the thing involuntarily. He didn't want to say much more, because even though he was fairly certain his fellow MLE employees were no happier in the thing, he was knowledgable enough that he didn't trust that others might be listening. But that was his nonverbal way of saying good luck on avoiding wearing the t-shirt. He'd much rather be elsewhere, but then out here was probably safer than inside the tent.

Watching how the next man in line was fidgeting with his shirtsleeves, Dorian had the odd urge to say something along the lines of that it didn't care what he looked like. Odd because he was never that way, even before everything. The ridiculousness of the situation was getting to him, or the others were. That was the only explanation, and he managed to contain himself as the man arrived at the head of the line. "Name and department?," he asked, glancing at the ID. Just because he had the identification didn't mean it could be fake, though. Obviously he was Ministry however, so it wasn't worth asking anything else. Just is he knew it wouldn't be worth the t-shirt being refused. He imagined Lord Borr or anyone aligned with him would force the article of clothing on anyone who tried.

A bit of sympathy came through Dorian as the next in line looked over with a bright red face. He'd caught the murmured "excuse-me's" while the line had been moving, but he chose to use not saying anything as a way to ease the man's embarrassment. "Of course," he said simply, glancing down at the list and crossing the name off. "It seems several of your fellow Prophet-ers have already arrived, Mr. Howe," he observed, before reaching for a t-shirt. "So I'll just hand off this and let you head in there to join them." And he waved him in. This many members of the press, on top of Ministry, shopkeepers and Hogwarts delegates in one area, none of it boded well.

"Skander Beckett, formerly from the Department of Magical Games and Sports," Skander answered as he looked once more at the shirt. He was not wearing. He would accept it once he was cleared to go inside but no way was he putting it on. He did not want to look ridiculous.

Maybe if the shirt had another design he would consider it, as it were, just because he was attending the event did not mean he had to like it. Or like what they were giving out. Hopefully the food and atmosphere would be better than the 'gift'.

Isla did get the impression that this man did not want to be here, but she smiled back at him, nontheless. Maybe it was because signing everyone off the list rather than partying was a little bit boring. She turned slightly on her heel when he checked her name off the list, but now she was recieving gifts! Many others may not think so, but getting a brand new t-shirt was COOL. It wasn't until she looked at the design when she realised that she was going to look like a tool.

"Thank you. It's... lovely." Did she have to wear it? Ehh, to get in the spirit of the party, she put it carefully over her head to cover her casual wear before. Isla was good at that, because she had to learn of ways to NOT mess up her hair when putting jumpers/t-shirts on. There. With one final smile at the security man, Isla almost skipped into the party area. WOOT!

"Potions Mistress and a Hogwarts Head of House Hecate Scarlett Lafay." She said proudly... She had to have been on the list, she was a personal friend of Gevrick's.

A Ministry party, thought Xander, was the perfect place a newly minted Ambassador to The Americas should be. As he arrived, he didn't bother checking his appearance or tugging on a sleeve to be sure it was right; Xander knew he looked good and his clothing fit impeccably.

Walking up to the security checkpoint, he eyed it for a moment before looking around to see who might be conducting said security checks. He found the nearest person and announced himself. " Alexander Johanssen, International Cooperation." He said, and then waited for the inevitable once over. It was a security checkpoint after all.

Turning his face to the side a moment, he saw a woman, a rather proud looking one. He didn't say anything, but gave her a small polite smile, as if to say " We do what we must."

Ye Gods! What a horrid little shirt! Marshall's brown eyebrows raised at the piece of cloth, and suppressed a snort. "Thank you, much... appreciated," Murmured the man as he took the shirt, amusement dancing on his dull green eyes. Previous moment of embarrassment forgotten, Howe nodded politely at the tall, security man and made his way towards the designated seats for members of the press.

The unintelligible chattering of voices was music to Christelle's ears. It was an undeniable sign that Lord Borr's day was well underway. Pleased and excited at the prospect of more success to come, Christelle Rochebarron smoothed the baby hairs on the back of her neck. Her long copper colored hair was arranged in a modest up-do to match her denim jeans and charming t-shirt, meanwhile her blue eyes scanned the premises making a mental note of familiar faces.

"Christelle Rochebarron," she spoke with pursed lips after cornering the nearest security checkpoint. A smile flirted across her lips. "Lord Borr's assistant. I am here to assist, clearly," she finished with a playful roll of her eyes and gestured at her t-shirt.

This is my last brainchild, I swear.
 

Anna was now ready for a party, after long hours of working, finally see could get some time for some drinks and to have fun around. She had a broad smile on her face as she entered in for the party hope it's a fun party, i don't want to get bored in here she thought.
As she moved on she could see the MLE agents checking the guests. She slighted lifted her long dress up so that she could walk towards them and take the T-shirts that they were giving out.

Clarissa tugged a little at the scarf around her neck as the security man searched for her name on the long parchmet. Why was it taking so long? She had worked for the ministry for several years. Supplying in a soft tone Clarissa said "This is my first day in my new department. I opted to transfer to creatures from the transportation department so that could be why you don't recognize my name. Paperwork is usually slow." You didn't need to get security cleared again just for changing departments right? Taking the blue t-shirt she put it on over her dress asking the man in front of her "Why is wearing a t-shirt mandatory?"

Rex graciously accepted the shirt from the man. "Thank you," he replied and draped it over his forearm like a waiter carrying a towel.

They call this swag? Whoever arranged this little event should be fired for handing out a rag that's only good for shining one's shoes.

Without another word or even allowing his emotions to show, he continued past the check in.

When you worked for the security department, there was one thing that really felt stupid... and that was standing in a long line waiting to go through security. Standing straight, he slipped his hands into his pockets, and waited until it was his turn to go through the... was it a metal detector? Or simply something that looked that one. Hmmm.

Shrugging his shoulders, he waited until it was his turn... and he couldn't stop thinking about a certain blonde that also worked for the Ministry. Perhaps she would be inside the party. With a faint smile, he took another step forward and after a few minutes he ended up in front of the security staff. "Jaxton Tanner.... Ministry Security."

It had certainly been a while since Aidon stepped foot in here. It had been at least six months or more since he last worked at the Ministry of Magic. However, after his long hiatus, he couldn't help but put a bounce in his step as he walked into the Security Check-In office. He stopped shortly after entering and looked down at his apparel. He was wearing navy blue Dress Robes with a light blue dress shirt underneath it. His pants were a nice slate grey color, but they were hardly visible underneath the robes. He swiped his hand along his robes and pants, making sure there was no lint or dust or anything that would ruin the pristine condition he so heartfully wanted. He stood up straight and, inhaling the cool air deeply, he walked up to the guard with a smile.
"Aidon B. Elric, Senior Broom Supervisor of the Department of Magical Transportation," he said, smiling. It was quite a mouthful, he thought, much longer than his old title. He craned his neck slightly, trying to get a look at the T-shirts they would be getting. Smiling, he looked back at the guard with is deep, blue eyes.