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**The Cultists** · 03-01-2011, 03:09 AM

Check in with Security first. For this event, Magical Law Enforcement agents are on alert and have been charged with the safety of Borr and his special guests. Depending on your status, you may or may not be permitted to approach Lord Borr and the important people of the Ministry. Everyone is subject to be searched. Also, the Security employees are responsible for handing out all the free t-shirts for this event. Ask them about YOUR free tee while checking in.

Each t-shirt is charmed to literally be one size fits all. When you put it on, you'll find it will shrink or stretch to fit you.

As you go through the checkpoint, in front of the tent's entry, which looks somewhat like a muggle metal detector, though it is really an oversized dark detector (somewhere between sneakoscope and probity probe. Don't ask about the new technology, its classified), you may be asked to step to one side and undergo a more thorough check. If you pass, you'll be sent on your way into the party with a t-shirt.

Aren't you lucky?

ooc: This Security checkpoint will be manned by the following members:

PattyH- Prometheus Hudson
RobinBoyWonder - Benjamin Amsten
SilverTiger- Dorian Tamerlane
TSnitch- Antoni Dacosta
Tegz - Evander Bole, Dept Head

You don't HAVE to RP passing through here but everyone will have come through this way at some point. Don't forget Hogwarts students are ONLY allowed if they were specially invited. Posts will be deleted if a non-invited Hogwarts student arrives as there will have been no possible way of them getting here.

The invited students are:

# Master Jacob Morgan (zoerawrr)
# Master Sabel Dakest (Tazenhani)
# Mistress Satine D'Ann Farris (lezleighd)
# Mistress Lexi Denver (Pinky)
# Master Patroclus Hudson (PattyH.)
# Mistress Iris Beaumont (Nixy!)
# Mistress Kurumi Hollingberry (sweetpinkpixie)
# Master Riley Sinclair (DanialRadFAN01)
# Master Simon Bennett (Macavity)
# Mistress Arya Lovegoods (grangerfan8)
# Master Eino Uronen (Starbreeze)
# Mistress Charlotte Kelley (scarsandtetris)

Jason Potter Weasley · 03-11-2011, 12:15 AM

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Originally Posted by Mugglemad

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!

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

LeapFrog · 03-11-2011, 12:53 AM

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Originally Posted by PattyH.

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!

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.

Jason Potter Weasley · 03-11-2011, 01:06 AM

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Originally Posted by Tegz

....

Van, even though he was BRASSED OFF, was wearing one of the t-shirts, under a blazer of course, actually looking like he'd made some effort to present himself, despite the...

... horrible tee.

As he returned to the security check point he noticed a shifty looking individual and narrowed his eyes slightly... then glanced at Dacs. She'd clocked him too.

Evander's attention was taken from the suspicious loiterer and he fixed one Armen Recard with a flat, unfriendly stare. Closer to hostile than anything else. He had no patience for the man, or the game he was playing. Arms folded across his muscular chest, Evander, as usual, cut an imposing figure.

"Have fun, Recard." He nodded at the pile of t-shirts, not deigning to get one for the man, he could do that his own damned self.

He gestured at him to step through the check point, but barely moved out of the way. Armen 'special guest of Borr' would just have to squeeze past. He just would.

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

Saiai · 03-11-2011, 01:21 AM

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.

Angie · 03-11-2011, 04:16 AM

The line was ridiculous and Marshall was already regretting wasting his day off by coming all the way to Diagon Alley for some... party. For someone who worked for the single most important newspaper on Britain, he wasn't all that aware of who exactly Lord Borr was--but then, writing about people wasn't his job, so maybe that excused him?

Most likely not. He'd wager that his bosses would scowl at him for being so oblivious of anything politics related.

Clearing his throat, Howe stammered a few 'excuse me's' and apologized several times for stepping on other's people feet. When his turn came, Marshall's cheeks were bright red. He raised his Daily Prophet ID slash Press Pass for the security folk to see. "Marshall Howe, Daily Prophet."

*PhoenixRising* · 03-11-2011, 04:43 AM

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Originally Posted by PattyH.

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!'

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.

03-11-2011, 07:28 AM

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Originally Posted by PattyH.

"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!"

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.

SilverTiger · 03-11-2011, 08:49 AM

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Originally Posted by Zoerawrr

"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.

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.

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Originally Posted by MeredithRodneyMckay

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.

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.

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Originally Posted by Saiai

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.

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.

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Originally Posted by Oesed

The line was ridiculous and Marshall was already regretting wasting his day off by coming all the way to Diagon Alley for some... party. For someone who worked for the single most important newspaper on Britain, he wasn't all that aware of who exactly Lord Borr was--but then, writing about people wasn't his job, so maybe that excused him?

Most likely not. He'd wager that his bosses would scowl at him for being so oblivious of anything politics related.

Clearing his throat, Howe stammered a few 'excuse me's' and apologized several times for stepping on other's people feet. When his turn came, Marshall's cheeks were bright red. He raised his Daily Prophet ID slash Press Pass for the security folk to see. "Marshall Howe, Daily Prophet."

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.

Saiai · 03-11-2011, 11:55 AM

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Originally Posted by SilverTiger

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.

"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'.

Emzily · 03-11-2011, 04:54 PM

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Originally Posted by SilverTiger

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.

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!

Droo · 03-11-2011, 10:37 PM

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Originally Posted by TSnitch

Dacs looked at the next person who was dressed to impress. "Name please."she said politely.

"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.

Crystal Ball · 03-11-2011, 11:39 PM

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."

Zellanna · 03-11-2011, 11:40 PM

Drago really really really did not want to be here. The only reason he had was that he was ordered to come here. Though as he approached the tent, he hesitated, looking at the device that was there. He felt his heart skip a beat as he looked over the huge device and began looking over everything he had. His wand hadn't been warded, the ring was charmed and had no dark magic (at least he thought it didn't), he checked all the runes on his warded items, then... In his sheath was Goya's dagger. ... He shouldn't have brought that. It reeked of eeriness as it was, and was certain to be spotted. He couldn't see a place to hide it, either. Well, he could claim it was a gift. It somewhat was... He was given it after all.

He checked the tattoos on his arms for the runes he used. Most of it was defensive, and he didn't think anything else was suspicious. Well, he would find out.

He made his way to the tent, and took a deep breath as he approached the strange device at the entrance.

Angie · 03-12-2011, 01:16 AM

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Originally Posted by SilverTiger

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.

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.

**Christelle Rochebarron** · 03-12-2011, 01:42 AM

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.

Kaos.Doodles · 03-12-2011, 01:49 AM

Lyric saw no point at all to why she had to attend this party. She was a Sports Journalist not a "Write about some fat man" Journalist. And sure he could have obtained some important role in the Ministry but as far as she was concerned he was not the Minister. Therefore it really didn't matter.

After waiting in abnormally long line for what seemed like hours, she finally reached the front. She quickly took out her press pass and stuck it in the Security Guard's face. "Lyric Brant, Daily Prophet. But if you don't believe that, you don't have to let me in. I wouldn't mind really." It would be like a day off.

Cassirin · 03-12-2011, 02:04 AM

"Cheer up, Lyric," Hunter nudged in beside her co-worker to present herself for review. "Free food and lots of interesting people to watch. There are much worse ways to spend the day."

She turned to face the check-in point. "Grace Hunter Bones. Daily Prophet." Of course.

Angie · 03-12-2011, 02:37 AM

Sterling was happily humming under his breath to an extremely old Celestina Warbeck song as he joined the people standing already in line. It was really quite a bit of good luck that the day he started at the Ministry happened to be a Holiday of sorts. Honestly, the twenty-two year old man wasn't all that sure closing down the Ministry of Magic was even a good idea, even if it was only for a day. But it was not Neil's place to point this out, and truthfully nor did he want to.

There were several women waiting to be checked, he noticed, and he especially noticed a prissy and important-looking ginger standing not too far away. She was sporting an interesting shirt, but Sterling wasn't fussed or put off by it. Catching himself, the young man looked away and employed the back of one of his slender hands to brush his nose lightly. "Neil Sterling, Magical Maintenance," He announced to one of the members of security.

vijaya · 03-12-2011, 08:27 AM

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.

noodles · 03-12-2011, 09:04 AM

A tall, lanky blonde man shuffled his way into the security area, eyes wide like a nervous child and his bottom lip between his teeth. James was no social butterfly so it may not come as a huge surprise to learn that he disliked parties. Rather an unfortunate pet hate considering the young man’s upbringing and his socialite parents who liked to think themselves very important and threw large gatherings on a regular basis at the family home in Scotland, purely to show off their money and their status in society.

Wearing muggle attire, it was pretty obvious that James was of pureblood ‘stature’. His clothing was always muggle, always colourful, and rarely matched. He was a pureblood who liked the idea of looking muggle but never got it quite right. Today though he had made an effort for this important occassion and came dressed in a blue and white short sleeved checked gingham shirt, a pair of too big dark blue chords, teamed with a pair of thick blue braces (suspenders) to hold them up. He topped off the extraordinary outfit with a dark grey tweed blazer because that was what muggle businessmen wore... or so he thought.

He made his way over to security and stood there awkwardly, looking like he wanted to be anywhere but here as he waited to be checked in.

*Nordic Witch* · 03-12-2011, 05:01 PM

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Originally Posted by SilverTiger

Hmm, green and red, Dorian thought as the next woman came to the front of the line. Eyeing the scarves a bit subtly, he focused on her as she spoke before scanning down to the list. "Miss Stimpson," he said, more to himself as he found her name to cross off. He hadn't really seen her name before, but perhaps she'd been checked by one of the others in the Ministry. Too much paperwork. "Here's your t-shirt," he added, handing the blue article of clothing over. "Enjoy the party."

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?"

demented_death_eater · 03-12-2011, 10:41 PM

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Originally Posted by PattyH.

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"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!"

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.

Stormdancer · 03-13-2011, 07:22 PM

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."

James_Potter · 03-13-2011, 09:41 PM

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.

BluePhyre · 03-13-2011, 09:52 PM

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Originally Posted by TSnitch

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.

Elliott smiled softly as he was approved by a pretty lady. Accepting the shirt she handed him, he saluted casually to her. "Thank you," he said sincerely before walking past and into the party. Maybe this would be a good time after all...

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