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Adjusting his jacket, he moved around the almost married man and paused for a moment, seeing something that looked awfully a lot like a gift bag area. Ha! "We'll get you a gift bag, okay? That should cheer you right up!" Grinning, he clapped Colby on the shoulder before moving off into that general direction. Hehe, like Colby had a choice. Though, you never know what you'll get in a gift bag! Cruddy stuff, or...really awesome stuff. Sometimes both, and then that just makes it even more awesome. |
Having come directly from the wand shop Corin entered the tent and looked around. Well heck no wonder the Ministry offices were closed-- everybody that was supposed to be there, was here. He waited his turn at the security check, trying to console himself with the silent joke that whether it be Muggle world or the Wizarding one, there will always be security check points just as much as there would be lines. When it finally reached his turn he offered his usual polite, tight-lipped smile "Corineus Vanderbilt...." Pause. The delay at the US Ministry took so long he's nearly forgotten what department he was supposed to have transferred to. Finally he remembers as he took a breath and uttered "... Department of Transportation." He really should take a look at the document again, he has completely forgotten who he was supposed to be reporting to. |
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"Welcome Mr Vanderbilt," the young man nodded as he searched the list and located the mans name, "I hear an American accent," he smiled, "a recent transfer?" Prometheus had worked closely with a female American Ministry officer, so he was use to the accent, plus having Ben around, he could pick it quite quickly, "Here's a complimentary Lord Borr shirt, a gift from the Guest of Honor! Enjoy!" Looking at the line, Prometheus noted that the torrent of people was now a slow trickle, it seemed most had already arrived.......did that mean he take this shirt off?? |
Noah eyed the scene with a hint of displeasure. He did not like to be questioned very much, or checked or...whatever that probe type thing did. He slowly made his way over, clearing his throat and trying to look as innocent as possible - not that he had any reason whatsoever to be guilty. He tried desperately to remember the name of his department, but his mouth had gone dry. Man he was not good at this. And to think he, himself, had belonged to the Magical Law Enforcement just a week or so ago!! "Noah Ackart, department of product tester. I mean - I'm a product tester. But...uh. Department of International Magical Cooperation." he nodded curtly. That was it. "Oh, and it would be just absolutely dandy to have one of those free t-shirts." Noah was not very excited for this event, but figured it would be good for him to branch out a little. He had only heard things about Borr - some quite ghastly. |
Damon walked towards the Ministry Celebration after his works were done. He was beginning to have a second thought about attending the party after he saw they given all the attendance a ridiculous T-shirt. He hoped that they didn't ask them to wear it on but his hopes was gone after he saw all of the attendance using that T-shirt. Oh great now he can't going back and run because now he already standing in the security line. Shoot! When it was his turned, he tried really hard to look as plan as possible. He didn't want the guard know that he has a problem with that T-shirt. "Damon Alexander Wayne. Department of Magical Games and Sports." he said |
Harley made her way over to the security check in and she approached quietly, looking around curiously to see if she could just slip in and get to her job. She waited patienly and when it was her turn, she stepped forward and said, "Harley Quinn Wulfe. Department of Magical Law Enforcement." She eyed the t-shirt nervously; she really didn't want one...at all. |
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Prometheus couldn't help but think there was something a little wrong with this one, no one in their right mind would think that those hideous blue shirts were dandy. "Nice to have you with us, Mr Ackart!" The young man smiled nonetheless, "Here's your free shirt, and don't forget to pick up a gift bag from the rear section of the tent." He seemed like someone who would enjoy more free stuff, however Prometheus didn't even know what was in them. Quote:
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Was it over yet? Could he change? Just let the man change! |
Nero walk up Hello my name is Nero James Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures in the spirit divison.He just stood there and waited to be called to. |
Katherine slowly made her way towards the Ministry Celebration. She wasn't really excited to come to this party. She never met Lord Borr personally but yeah maybe she could met familiar faces in this party. She stopped in the line and waited for her turn. Thank Merlin that the line wasn't really long like she thought it would be. Hmm..Maybe mist of the Ministry Magic employees already inside. Yeah. That could be it. "Katherine Salvatore. Department of Mysteries." she said showing her Ministry of Magic employee ID once it was her turn. |
Tegz and/or any other MLE-person for now With a rather shocked expression plastered across her face Alysson was making her way BACK to the Security Check In in search for Evander. That was just...that had been...whoa. She wasn't too sure if she should feel disgusted or pity for Lilyan. Probably both. Yes, even though, she didn't seem to mind it that much. Now, where was her Department Head?! Calling towards the nearest of her colleagues Alysson waved slightly to get their attention, "Hey! Where is Evander?! We need him. Like now!" We, as in her and Damien...and everybody else at the party really. Her hazel eyes flickered back to where Damien was still standing, talking to the American Ministry person. Who was walking away now. Okay...? |
We. Are. Late. Sullivan was late and he knew it. And usually it was his fault, but not this time. It wasn't like he was in a rush anyway, but a certain Hag woman had gotten a hold of him and gotten a hold of a few crystal balls. Sometimes you just have to teach creature women a lesson. A tipped over cart did just that. And it helped Sully escape. Dark sunglasses pressed up against his face, he arrived at the security check in, his eyes automatically landing on those Borr shirts. Really? REALLY? Grumbling to himself, he took a few steps closer to the nearest available..check in person. "Sullivan Merivel." He was on the list. |
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"Thank you." JT said, taking his ID back. "Hope you aren't too busy, and I'll see you around the Ministry... I'm sure." He gave the man another small smile and then turned and entered the party; the t-shirt still in his hand. |
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For anyone J.J. Starr is hoping to meet new friends from the Ministry. Joe jon Montcenaggio knew ones from the International Co-operation Department. They are not here. |
"Darling, have you decided if you are staying at the ministry or starting your career in sports again" Katalin asked her husband. |
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"Err - " he started, but forced a smile instead. "Thanks. Yeah, I will." What would the goody bags be filled with? He shuddered to think, but was interested in the idea nonetheless. He would just give it all to Alice. Mwahahahahahahaha!!! |
*snorts* Having had slipped away to check the perimeter, and do a bit of his own investigation, Van returned quietly and stood for a short moment before he heard his name a few times and in that urgent sort of way. So he headed over, and glanced between Ben and Alysson expectantly. ... ye-es? |
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Rachel made her way through the huge crowd of people and took her position at the end of the queue for Security Checking. Apparebtly, they were all supposed to get a T-shirt. `Christ, what am I supposed to do with a T-shirt at a party like this? Weird.' `Rachel Rodriguez, Department of Magical Games and Sports', she said, and waited to be `checked' so that she could finally get into the party. She had no idea what she was going to do. She hadn't even anticipated meeting a friend or colleaugue. She wanted to attend the party only because she didn't want to stay home all alone. |
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`Hey! I'm Rachel. Even I work for the Public Relations division in the Quidditch Department. ' Then she turned to look at the man's wife and smiled at her. |
Harley smiled slightly at the sight of a familiar face at the check-in security desk. "Hello, Sir," she said. She nodded at his words. "Getting there, Sir." She knew what he was referring too, and hoped she wouldn't let him down. D'Isigny was a very slippery fellow, and she didn't trust him one bit. She had a bad feeling about the whole case; she'd been following him for a while and little had been revealed. "I hope your day treats you well." She took her shirt sadly. "Just what I always wanted." She sighed heavily and tucked it under her arm. She nodded with a smile to Evander. "Thank you, Sir. See you later, Sir." She turned and walked out into the main street, looking for anything to do and pass time. She vaguely heard someone yelling for Evander, and she glanced over behind her to see. She hung back a little on the side by the check in desk, wondering if she could be of assistance or anything. She thought that maybe even hanging out around there might be good anyway; she hated parties, but she didn't mind making she knew exactly when and with whom certain people showed up. |
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