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A bit confused on the plot? Seen some mysterious happenings going on and curious as to what it's all about? What in the world is going on in the Ministry of Magic RPG? Here's where you can catch up on all the happenings around the Ministry of Magic. If you have something to add that relates to employees in general, mysterious happenings around the Ministry, and isn't a personal roleplay, please feel free to post about it in here. Double posting is okay in this space. There definitely is a place to post all about your personal roleplays, though! Those type discussions can go here, in the Wizarding World Chat.
Remember that this thread is OOC knowledge only unless your character heard this information from others or witnessed the actual event, your character doesn't know about it.
What do I do if there's no activity or plotting in my department?
It's possible that there may not be a plot or organized roleplay happening in your department each and every day. What we're hoping is that you'll take the opportunity to create your own roleplays (within reason), whether they be work-related or something personal to your character. Nothing happening on your level? Then roleplay something happening! No drama or nothing to take part in? Create something! There's many different threads in your department and around the Ministry that you're free to explore and create roleplays in! You are also encouraged to contact your department head with ideas and concepts!
Current Ministry of Magic RPG Staff Ministry of Magic Admin:sweetpinkpixie Minister for Magic: Charles Hollingberry (sweetpinkpixie) Head of Magical Law Enforcement [DMLE]: Franklin Paton (Zoe) Head of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes [DMAC]: ---- (Nordic Witch) Head of Ecological Regulation and Protection [DERP]: Violet Fawley (Nordic Witch) Head of International Magical Cooperation [DIMC]: Isaek Edelbach (Charely Potter) Head of Magical Transportation [DMT]: Almer Toots (Zoe) Head of Magical Games and Sports [DMGS]: Firash Grunt (Charely Potter) Head of Mysteries [DoM]: Airey Flamsteed (sweetpinkpixie)
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um...
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Originally Posted by The Announcer
On a day like any other, right in the middle of the day, the lower level corridor is filled with sudden and complete darkness. Any witches or wizards unfortunate enough to be traversing the corridor would be unable to see even their own hands. Even on a normal day, the winding corridors of the lowest levels of the ministry are confusing for most wizards, but now even the simplest twists and turns are hidden.
As if your day couldn't get worse, if you listen closely, you may hear some growling or snarling. Whatever it is, if you can hear it, it can probably hear you.
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Originally Posted by The Announcer
A stale breeze swept the corridor and swirled the air like a cyclone of rot that licked at the faces of those occupying the space and swept dust off the walls and floor. Soon, as though suddenly cut off at the source, the breeze stopped and an eerie stillness consumed the darkness with the faintest of growls echoed in the distance.
Whatever it was that had made the noise had moved on elsewhere and was no where to be seen in the corridor even with the Unspeakable's wand lit.
How curious.
But not all is for not as by the grace of Lumos a crimson red and wet trail, indicating that something had been dragged through here, revealed itself in a rather slapdash manner.
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What is Ronan thinking?
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Originally Posted by The Announcer
Careful what you touch, the grime in this alcove would keep a house-elf busy for hours. With as closely as this group is looking, they probably won't miss the bit of fresh blood, the same shade of crimson as the trail, glistening in an otherwise path of the wall just above eye level. Along with some dried-on mud. Or...is it mud?
Aside from the grime, you wouldn't want to contaminate the evidence with your own DNA, after all.
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Originally Posted by lazykitty
Remaining silent (he wanted to hear what the others thought, really) and turning back to the wall, he caught a glistening in the corner of his eye. Was that also blood? It was definitely the color of it. And it was surrounded by other.... dark-colored stuff. Did that mean....what he thought it meant? Was this like that cave Potter and Dumbledore encountered back in 1996? The one with the fake locket Horcrux? There was only one way to find out......
Ronan took a deep breath before using a silent Diffindo on his palm and placing his now bleeding hand on the stone, hissing a little at the sting. Merlin, he hoped this worked.....
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This type of stuff never ends well....
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Originally Posted by The Announcer
Secret passageways and hidden rooms are generally considered features of haunted houses or grand mansions, but in 16th Century England, these mysterious rooms and passageways became commonplace thanks to the Protestant Reformation. Any witch or wizard versed in history should know that the Ministry of Magic was built on top of the Department of Mysteries, which dates back to at least 1672. So why wouldn’t this building also have a secret means of concealment or escape that could be used at a moment’s notice?
This particular entrance was an unlit circular staircase that went down and down, stopping at a small corridor that diverged out. Soft chirping noises, guano on the floor, and the smells might remind a few employees of the year the Ministry had reverted to using owls instead of interdepartmental memos. One path to the left was flat for a meter or two and then started an upward climb. A path to the right curved and disappeared into darkness so black one might believe Lumos would not pierce it. The path most directly ahead? Well, it was marked with dark splotches as if something bloody had been carried or dragged through there.
To anyone brave enough to follow the gruesome path, at the end they would find a room that once was meant to function as a safe room, but now looked more like the lair of an animal. Bluebell flames trapped under a bell jar on a ledge high on the wall cast eerie shadows on the bed in the corner that looked more like a nest. The wooden table and chair in the middle of the room were littered with remnants of fur and feathers. Piles of bones lay in the corners, and from the looks of them, the bones had been there for a year or two.
Brody, having found nothing on his side of the alcove, gravitated towards Ronan. He was still carefully scanning the place in an attempt to find something that either the Auror or Damian had missed. Brody hadn’t come across the crimson that Ronan had but he was about to. The hiss had him spinning around and heading over in that direction.
“What… what are you doing?” His eyes darted from Ronan’s bleeding hand on the wall to the actual wall where there was another patch of fresh blood. Something clicked and Brody understood what the Auror was doing. “I think that should be enough.” Meaning that Ronan didn’t need to bleed out all over the wall.
And what was that dried bit of substance there? Dried blood? Mud? Whatever it was, would that wall be opening up to them?
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Originally Posted by The Announcer
Well, that was effective...
The blood of the Auror, applied to the wall, triggered something. The runes, centered at where the man's blood had been pressed into the stone, began to glow dimly. A deep rumble filled the alcove, like something was moving deep inside the wall.
Was that...a door...creeping open?
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Originally Posted by Helios Sunrider
"Oh, bloody..." Quite literally. Damian was still halfway around the corner. "Should go get my sword.." But his feet and eyes were fixed. There was no getting away, no looking away.
And now the abyss was opening up to greet them, with the unspeakable finding his wand and his courage. Taking his place next to Ronan, he gave a little nod. "On your lead. No hesitation. No mercy." His heart was racing, but his hand and his eyes held steady.
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Originally Posted by lazykitty
But......Ronan didn't lift his hand from the wall until he was sure it had worked. He wasn't really worried about bleeding out, so sure he was that this was going to work. And once he heard the rumbling, he lifted his hand from the stone wall and performed a few quick disinfecting and healing spells. "No worries," he replied, holding up his now healed hand. Maybe not as well done as a healer, but at least it wasn't bleeding any more.
What? Pendragon wanted to use a sword against a vampire and he was the weird one?! "Actually, why don't you go inform Mr. Upstead up on Level Two that we may have found what or who has been behind the attacks on Ministry personnel? If anyone asks, tell 'em Ronan sent you." Really couldn't risk any more outbursts from the Unspeakable, not if they were dealing with who he thought they were. Hell, the vamp had sent fireballs in his direction just because!
As for the Auror? He was making his way through the now open door.
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Originally Posted by Helios Sunrider
"Preposterous." Ronan wouldn't be rid of him so easily. "This monster killed my predecessor. I wouldn't be at the Ministry if it wasn't for him." The unspeakable understood why the Auror didn't want him tagging along, but this was his obsession. The black edge that framed his every waking moment. The inky shadow that smothered his dreams.
"Focus now. Into the breach we go."
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Originally Posted by FearlessLeader19
Brody shrugged. He knew Ronan knew what he was doing, but it was the sight of anyone bleeding that made Brody uncomfortable. He simply nodded after scanning Ronan’s hand quickly. He didn’t allow his relief to be visible on his face that the bleeding had stopped. In a moment, his attention was on the door? opening and the rumble inside? Dear Merlin. What was in there? The thought sent a chill through him but darn him if he was going to look foolish before Ronan.
Er, what?
The Coordinator swung gaze to Damian, an eyebrow arched questioningly and a little judgmentally. He thought Damian was even more dramatic now.
“We can focus a little more if you stopped talking about swords.” And truthfully, did Damian really expect that they would hang around for him while he trotted off for a sword? Brody, holding really gripping his wand before him again, followed Ronan into the opening. Was he on edge? You bet.
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Originally Posted by The Announcer
Wider and wider the door creaked open. Stone frame grinding against stone floor made for a eerily jarring tooth grinding sound that rattled to the bone.
Nothing but darkness ahead, was it really wise to go down just the three of you?
Why, oh why, had he been saddled with someone who couldn't follow simple instructions?! And he wasn't so sure Damian understood his motives at all. People would find a way to pin the blame on him if the arrogant idiot got himself killed and if the idiot got them ALL killed....? He couldn't do that to his daughter.
"Now, how on earth would you know that?!" Unless someone had talked that shouldn't have. The official Ministry line, at least as far as he knew, was merely that Goldwasser had been part of the takeover and was now a missing and wanted man. No one outside of himself, the others that were in the tech lounge that night, and the Minister were supposed to know about the whole vampire thing, seeing as those he'd attacked since had no clue what had attacked them (not that he was entirely sure that's what had happened. Was just the most reasonable conclusion he could come to knowing what he knew). So, who had talked? He was absolutely sure that neither Matt nor Saul had said a word, knowing the need for discretion as part of their jobs as they did. He didn't know Conley and his husband as well, but surely they also knew the need for discretion. Which only left....."You really need to stop listening to that Jane. She's a big pot of trouble man...." And she would be in it if they survived this.
"Just keep your mouth shut and let me and Brody do the talking." Because Pendragon obviously couldn't handle it without making a fool of himself or getting others into trouble.
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Originally Posted by Bain Goldwasser
Trapped under the stones he may be, but he was still armed and he was still powerful. While everyone sat around staring at each other, Bain’s long fingers were sneaking closer to his dragon-shaped Cypress wand. He was trapped. He knew there was no way out, but he wasn’t done fighting. There was nothing more dangerous than a wounded animal vampire after all. He was already forming the curse in his head when his hand closed around the wand. ”Crucio!” he shouted, not caring which of the three men his charm hit, although he hoped it was Carter.
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Originally Posted by lazykitty
Well that moment of triumph lasted about a minute. Ronan saw the vampire's hand moving towards something out the corner of his eye, but realized too late that it was his wand. The spell hit him like so many sharp objects in his skin and fire in his bones and he hit the floor writhing and screaming in extreme agony. Unable to do anything but those two things. Not even think. Just the never-ending, intensely agonizing pain of the Unforgivable racking through his body.
Even when the spell ended, the Auror simply lay on the floor trying to catch his breath. A task that seemed impossible. On top of that, his throat felt scorched from all the screaming and small pockets of less intense pain were still racking his bones. So, yeah, he wouldn't be of much use to anyone for a while. Though he so desperately wanted to return the favor. Maybe even try out some of those tricks for ridding a place of a vampire that he'd read about a stake seemed most plausible at this point.
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before the Ministry closed...some news from the deep
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Originally Posted by Sunflower
"A spot of tea, coming right up. Hope you don't mind ... pu'er," she replied as she pulled out a teabag at random from the box and read the label. On a better work day she might have shown Minister Hollingberry her fancy tea box and asked him to choose a flavour - or maybe not, she was so used to picking tea randomly for herself that she had begun doing the same for guests unless otherwise specified. Once the tea was prepared, she set the two cups onto saucers on the coffee table and settled down to discuss the one item on her agenda. "We received news of certain disturbances in the Irish and Celtic Seas. We don't have much information yet, but our Oceanoizardry Division is closely monitoring the situation. I thought I should let you know since what's happening is not a common occurrence." It went without saying that this, as with any disruption in the Wizarding World, could develop into something very serious very quickly, hence the urgency with which she wanted to speak with the Minister for Magic. She summoned a thin file folder of relevant documents from her desk and passed it to the man seated opposite her.
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Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie
Well, Charles supposed he couldn't mind something if he did not know what it was...so the Minister simply smiled at Isabel as he got himself comfortable in his seat. Whatever it was she was preparing did smell divine though. Thanking her softly as the tea was set down, Charles folded his leg over his other knee as he reached for it and balanced the saucer in his hand. The intention to take a sip was entirely thwarted when his department head revealed the nature of her requested meeting. Which was certainly not what he had been expecting at all, and he had come here with next to no expectations. "Disturbances?" he repeated, brow furrowed and leaning and returning the cup and saucer to the coffee table. "How concerned should we be?" His eyes slowly glanced back towards the map they had been standing in front of just minutes ago.
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If anyone was looking for Ambassador Sophie then they should follow the sound of running water. Since coming back from her latest case involving some upset norwegian witches she had acquired an extreme thirst. After drinking running water straight from the faucet outside the toilets, and forgetting to turn it off she still felt that it wasn't enough. Her throat still felt as dry as the sahara desert, and that unpleasant screeching sound she heard on repeat inside her head now lead her to go into one of the toilet booths. For some reason unexplained she then had shoes and all kicked the toilet lid up and then climbed up so that she now stood inside the toilet, feet and all trying to decide the best way to pour toilet water over her head. Water would drown out the annoying screeching sound, right?
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Originally Posted by FearlessLeader19
Brody muttered a soft curse as a memo smacked him directly on his forehead. The collision obviously had no effect on the thing as it simply bounced off of him then resumed its journey. His dark gaze followed it for a moment before he too continued towards Conley’s office, a file in hand with something he wanted to bring to his boss’ attention.
That visit would have to wait, however.
Was that running water?
The Consulate paused to listen, doing his best to omit the sounds of the fluttering memos. Yes, that was running water indeed. But why…? And where…? The sound was followed until he came to the toilets. Had someone left a tap on? Thinking that might be the reason, Brody decided that he’d just dart in and turn the water off, whether it was the male or female bathroom.
Was it enough to say the peculiar sight that met his eyes stopped him short from his attention? “Sophie???” Brody’s eyebrows knitted together in alarm and bewilderment. “What are you doing??”
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Originally Posted by Nordic Witch
Standing in the toilet, not caring that her feet and shoes got wet Sophie was about to crouch down to take some water to drink when a familiar voice stopped her. Turning her blond head in his direction Sophie blinked several times before she answered matter of factly to her fellow consulate. "I'm getting enough water to quench my acute thirst with Brody," As if drinking toilet water was as common as getting as drinking a glass of butterbeer and not super weird at all. "My throat feels as dry as the Sahara Desert." She continued to explain. Crouching down she scooped up toilet water into her hands which she took several large mouthfuls of before she asked bewildered. "Why are you in the ladies bathroom?" Or had she gone into the men's section?
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Originally Posted by FearlessLeader19
Brody honestly thought he was going to throw up. Toilets were like… disgusting??? No matter how many times they were cleaned, they were still nasty in his opinion. He didn’t know why but he half expected Sophie not to answer. Her response did nothing to ease his already queasy stomach. “There are other places to quench your thirst, Sophie,’’ Brody replied sharply. The file he had been carrying was quickly on the edge of one of the bathroom sinks then moved towards Sophie, not bothering to hide his cringe as she actually drank toilet water.
“Never you mind why I’m here. Come on. Out of there, please’’ Brody’s tone was firm and stern. A hand reached out to take one of Sophie’s arms. “I’ll get you as many bottles of germ-free water that you want. An all you can drink buffet, if you will. I promise.”
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Originally Posted by Nordic Witch
Sophie needed more WATER. Drinking the toilet water wasn't enough...Searching around in her pockets she finally found her wand which she used to cast "Aguamenti!" A spray of amazing water shot out from the tip of her wand that she intended for to drop into her waiting open mouth but was sprayed right in Brody's face. Oops! A little embarrassed, but laughing too because it looked funny she blurbed out an apology to him. "I'm sorry Brody, my aim was off."
Normally sitting in a toilet and drinking toilet water wasn't something that Sophie would ever do. It was nuts but extreme thirst called for unorthodox methods. Hearing a beautiful melody she started to loudly sing along where she sat in the toilet. Brody's firm tone interrupted her singing and she pouted at him [b]"Why did you interrupt my singing? That melody is lovely." Staring at his outstretched hand she didn't move towards. "Do you really promise to give me a drink buffet Brody? I'm just so so THIRSTY!"
SPOILER!!: a pleasant voice on the air
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Originally Posted by emjay
Now that she and her department had cleared the artifacts she had recovered from any harmful or dark magic cast upon them, Kendra brought the conch shell down to Level Four for cataloguing. It was a lucky coincidence that Adam had stopped in during her examinations so that she could pass the trident off to him to take all the way to Level Nine, but DERP was just a floor away so she wouldn't mind the short walk herself.
As she found her way to Level Four, Kendra grew more and more aware of how... dry she felt. Maybe she was just thirsty as her mouth and throat felt very dry, but it seemed more than that. Her skin felt dry too.
She had intended to go to the department head's office to drop off the conch shell, though probably any DERP employee would do, but she had such an overwhelming urge for water by the time she got to that floor that she headed for the nearest break room. And the Pets n Plants Café is where she happened to end up.
Kendra wasn't exactly a fan of cats, but she ignored them as she made her way inside the room. Absently, she set the conch shell down on one of the tables and headed straight for the sink. She turned on the faucet, letting the water run, as she reached for a glass from the cabinet. Once she filled the glass, Kendra eagerly guzzled it down, forgetting that the tap was still running. That really hit the spot.
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Originally Posted by PhoenixRising
Tia had been quite busy lately with some assignments that led her mostly off-site. Which she didn't mind, but today was a rare day that she was actually in the ministry and whenever here she loved doing her work in this cafe. She wasn't able to have pets of her own (yet), so there was something comforting when a feline brushed up against her leg.
But ... Uh someone from another floor here? Drinking their water
"you're ... The water is still running. Are you okay?" concern washed over her face, both for the environment and for the woman.
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Originally Posted by emjay
That water might have been really refreshing, but it wasn't quite enough. Kendra still felt so dry. She splashed some of the water from the running tap onto her face, not noticing the clatter to the floor as one of the resident cats knocked the conch shell off the table.
She was just about to refill her glass again when she heard a voice behind her causing her to turn around. Kendra vaguely recognized her from when she was here before as the Transportation head, but considering this woman wasn't one of her employees from either department, she didn't really know her and assumed she worked on this floor.
"Hmm? Oh.. oh yes, I'm fine," she confirmed, giving the woman a reassuring smile. "I just needed a drink." She started humming along to the music in her head, though she wasn't aware that it was only in her head. Surely there was music piped into the café or maybe there was a radio somewhere. "Such a beautiful melody," she commented before turning to refill her glass.
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Originally Posted by PhoenixRising
Weirdly Tia wasn't even bothered by the cat and the conch clattering to the floor. She was more confused about why this woman - nay, department head, as recognition dawned upon her - was here? Although then again it wasn't as if it was a private cafe. It was just strange nonetheless to see someone not from level four here.
"Oh, i see." She tilted her head in confusion at the next comment, figuring to ignore it when the woman proceeded to refill her glass again. "I ... don't hear anything." She pressed her lips together to try to strain to listen, frowning. Was she going deaf? Too many loud creatures cause her to lose her hearing?
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Originally Posted by emjay
Kendra would certainly think nothing of being here as it wasn't a private café and employees from all levels were welcome here to relax or even adopt the pets. And she, as a department head, visited many levels on official business, so it shouldn't ever be strange to see her around. But none of that was currently her concern anyway as she was focused mainly on the beautiful music she started humming along to, and the thirst that was creeping up on her again.
Kendra only stopped humming to drink her glass of water and she drank it quickly as if she hadn't had a drink in three days. Such delicious water! "No?" Kendra turned her attention back to Tia again. "It's so beautiful. Maybe turn up the radio, you really must hear it." Certainly there was a dial around her somewhere, or the other woman could use her wand to turn up the sound. But Merlin, it was so beautiful, everyone must hear it.
"I really should be going," she mentioned breezily as she started towards the door, humming the melody again. There was something she came down here to do, something very important... now what was it again?
SPOILER!!: a little (a lot) of dribble never hurt anyone?
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Originally Posted by Bazinga
Alana had come in to do some yoga or stretches, honestly she wasn't sure, she just wanted a quiet place to focus for a few moments, but when she got down on the ground to start she was hit with her mouth becoming so dry. Reaching for her water she took a few drinks and began to stretch again.
It wasn't long before she felt her mouth go dry again, this time it seemed like she hadn't drank anything for days. Was her tongue sand paper or was she imagining the feeling. Grabbing her water once more she drank most of it quickly, but doing so it spilled down the front of her as well.
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Originally Posted by emjay
One of Gunnar's pastimes was exercising and keeping fit, and that didn't change even if he was a Ministry employee rather than something more physical. He normally liked the fitness room on Level Seven, but it was a little too crowded this morning and he had a sore shoulder anyway after wrangling some stubborn blast-ended skrewts earlier in the week. He remembered the Wellness Room on Level One and made the journey up there. He might be able to benefit from stretching before starting his day.
Gunnar was pleased to see that it wasn't too crowded and he smiled at the familiar face he met as he walked in. "Hi, Alana," he greeted his longtime friend. "Uh... are you okay?" Not to make her self-conscious or anything, but it was something of an unusual sight to see a woman spilling so much water down the front of her as she attempted a drink.
SPOILER!!: a dip in the fountain
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Originally Posted by Krel Ansell
Flood the Atrium? Oh that sounded like a grand idea! More water meant he wouldn’t get thirsty again. Water water everywhere and not a drop to drink - He pointed his wand up at the ceiling just like the wizard in the fountain was doing and let it rain down over him. He was laughing again, then sputtering. The sputtering made his concentration on the spell falter and the water stopped. He coughed and then wiped his face off with his empty hand.
It took him a moment, but the overwhelming need to drink water was back. Clearly being in the water in the fountain wasn’t helping like he had thought it would. ”Jane?” he called out. ”I am zirsty…” he announced. He sat down in the middle of the fountain near where the centaur’s water sprout splashed.
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Originally Posted by MadAlice
Jane Howard, normally utterly neat, clean, and presentable, stood there in the Atrium drenched with water front and back, clothes dripping, hair coming down over one eye, and utterly dumbfounded. Though her Dept. of Mysteries colleague, Adam was normally a little...eccentric, she had never seen him so out of control of this. Something was obviously wrong and he needed seeing to. But the first step was to get him out of the Fountain.
"Adam," she began, in her most reasonable tone of voice, "I understand that you're thirsty. But drinking out of this Fountain is no good--that's not what it's meant for. Why don't you come with me down to the Dept. of Mysteries? We have all that bottled water in the Decompression Chamber, you know--I'll get you some while you dry yourself off. And then we can go find Airey, I'll bet he knows where there's lots of water." Jane knew from a recent memo that their Dept. Head was down in the Chamber of Codes--that's where she had been heading when she was interrupted. She felt he needed to see Adam, that this odd behavior might be something more serious than just an illness.
"Come on, Adam--what do you say?" she said coaxingly, and held out a hand to him.
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Originally Posted by Krel Ansell
Jane was a very smart woman. Then again, she had history as a governess if Adam's memory served him properly. Normal Adam might have been in awe of how she was handling him. He might have even been able to pick up a few pointers, if it wasn't for the fact that he was patting the surface of the water with his palms. "I do nicht know..." he said wiggling his wand under the water. "Ze vater here..." It might not be drinkable, but there certainly was a lot which made him feel better. And then she said the word 'dry' and lost him. "Nein!" He started splashing again as he got to his feet. This time instead of using the water casting spell, he started kicking around the water until he was standing directly under the spray from the witch's wand.
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Originally Posted by MadAlice
Jane stood there a moment sizing up the situation, arms crossed, a slight frown creasing her brow. It seemed obvious to her that this was not normal behavior, even for Adam. Something was wrong with him--possibly he was under some sort of spell or something. Even though a number of people had reassured her that Bane had been captured and contained and no one had anything more to fear, Jane was not fully convinced that there weren't other outliers from the Neo-Alliance takeover. At any rate, it was apparent that ordinary measures were not going to be enough to contain her colleague.
With a quick nod of her head, Jane suddenly whipped out her want and, pointing it at the fountain, cast the Drought Charm, then stood back watching all the water disappear. She kept her wand ready, in case Adam lost control at the loss of his fountain.
SPOILER!!: making a splash in A&C
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Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie
One of his Unspeakables had inspired his thoughts, but on the way to the Atrium from the Chamber of Codes he found himself taking a very obvious detour. His department head status provided him with ample clearance to pass through the Department of Magical Accidents & Catastrophes. His skin felt tight, his throat a desert, and his mouth either hung open or smacks his lips against one another. A man clearly on a mission, he had stopped for no one until he entered the Training and Trial Room, and even then he was an unstoppable lanky force until he stood at the edge of the pool.
Then, without even an ounce of hesitation despite still very much still being in a suit, he hurtled himself in with a lopsided SPLASH.
What: Undersea Gala Who: All new and returning Ministry employees* When: Friday, 3 February 2108 @ 7 pm Where: Atlantis Why: Foster unity among wizard-kind and merpeople.
* note: both post bit and nonpost bit Ministry of Magic RPG characters are allowed to be posted in this thread. Likewise, non-Ministry employee characters may attend the event as long as they are the plus one of an employee.
Visions obscured by all the bubbles blasted forth from tridents and schools of fish which swam through the middle of the chaos in their attempts to flea to safer waters, it was an unfortunate end to what had meant to inspire comradery and forge bonds between species. The merchieftess took her leave, her mighty tail leaving what felt like little rip currents in her wake with each flick.
The merguard were swift and efficient in executing their merchieftess' commands. Trident, grindylow, bubble and kelp ensnared and captured 12 air breathers while department heads end employees alike secured everyone else back to the submarines and to safety. The submarines would be overpacked and stuffy, but better inside them than left behind as water began to fill the dome. No attacks were made on the submarines as they departed, after all...the merpeople need humans to fulfil a command and promise.
As Atlantis fades into the distance of the depths, a somberness settles and one may wonder just how to remain afloat in these troubling times. The merchieftess had accused all of stealing...but stealing what?
Be careful, land dwellers. The fate of 12 are in your non-webbed hands...
The Death Chamber was lonely and sombre (even moreso than usual) without her colleagues around. Where was everyone? Jane Howard had wandered disconsolately up from the depths of Level Nine, her clothes disheveled and her hair unbound, up and down the corridors of the Ministry, and had eventually found herself in the training room on Level Three. Without a word, she walked straight across the room, stepped down the steps into the large pool, and was currently floating on her back, her long hair spreading around her like seaweed, sadly singing a strange song:
"We live our lives beneath the sea,
A shoal, a school, a pod is we.
We ask just to be left alone,
Beings of water, the deep our home.
But the folk two-legged and bold,
Not content with what they hold,
Disrupt the peace in ocean deep
And seize Poseidon's gifts we keep.
Return to us what wealth you stole,
The staff and carapace you hold.
Your two-legged kin are safe, for now,
But not forever, this our vow."
She sang it over and over again...
SPOILER!!: in the atrium
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He could not be certain what exactly had compelled him to leave his office suddenly and venture all the way here from Mysteries, but Airey Flamsteed had arrived and was making his way towards the fountain. His throat felt dry, drier than usual, and he himself a dehydrated string bean despite the constant consumption of water from his Starfleet water bottle.
About five paces out from the fountain proper, Airey's usual bright blue forget-me-not colored eyes almost seemed to cloud over and his steps slowed and almost glided. A smile crept across his crinkly lips (he really needed more water, stat) as he watched the water cascade forth from the statue. Opening his mouth, he began to sing...though the usual pleasant musical theater stylings were no where to be found. In fact, the screeching surely would have The Chimaeras rolling over in their metaphorical graves.
Save for J who...well...that truly was unfortunate.
His strides continued forward and, without so much as taking off his shoes, began climbing into the fountain while continuing his ear bleeding serenade.
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Sophie left DIMC after the end of a too long meeting. She had mediated in a matter between two norse countries and, now she needed a well deserved break, and something fresh and watery to drink to quench her thirst. Bottled water only did so much to ease her constant thirst. Oddly enough even though she drank a lot Sophie didn't need to excuse herself so often to visit the ladies room, at least not so much that it had raised Mr Phora's attention.
After wandering around she eventually came into the atrium where Mr Flamsteed stood in the fountain's waters serenading in ear bleeading screeching song to the fountain's figuriens. She wast sure what drove her forwards, but soon the DIMC ambassador kicked off her sandals and socks and joined Mr Flamsteed in the fountains water. A duett would be lovely wouldn't it? Raising her beautiful face to look at the witch figurine she started to sing the same screeching song to the heavens in perfect tune with Mr Flamsteed.
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It seems Flamsteed is singing the same sing as his Unspeakable on a different floor...
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Mostly unaware that he was being pursued by the brunette ambassador, the Mysteries department head slipped one leg over the edge and into the cool water of the fountain. Almost immediately his yowls masquerading as song began to soften and, upon his second shoed foot joining the other in the water, even began blending with coherent words until what the man with the (arguably) abnormally large forehead produced were as healing to the ear as they were lyrical. About time as well, had he carried on as such it was likely to have an effect the rivaled fwoopers.
"We live our lives beneath the sea... A shoal, a school, a pod is we..." he sung while his arms rose by his sides and gently bobbed up and down as though he were entirely submerged in water. "We ask just to be left alone... Beings of water, the deep our home...But the folk two-legged and bold...Not content with what they hold...Disrupt the peace in ocean deep...And seize Poseidon's gifts we keep..." The blonde Gryffindor alum's eyes seemed to both look into the very soul of the latest arrival to the fountain, while also looked right through him. Not just through him, but beyond the Ministry itself and to some far and distant land. "Return to us what wealth you stole...The staff and carapace you hold...Your two-legged kin are safe, for now...But not forever, this our vow."
By this point, and just before he dove right into an encore performance, the suited astronomer had positioned himself just beneath one of the cascading trails of water and was soaked to the bone. Ironically, the man felt more alive and more invigorated in this stance...which only meant that his singing grew louder and more ethereally impassioned.
"...Return to us what wealth you stole...The staff and carapace you hold...Your two-legged kin are safe, for now...But not forever, this our vow."
And just in case one had not heard it the first two times...he began a third rendition with no signs of stopping after its completion.
And now a conch shell is screeching down in the Department of Mysteries? How odd
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The Chamber, quite chaffed that the Unspeakable had taken its not-so-subtle hint, stilled the doors to more easily allow for others to enter and assist should they too realize the urgency of the situation.
The drawer in question took a bit of encouraging to open, but it did so eventually and the glow that burst from the object was blinding and would take a bit of adjusting to. Once the Unspeakable did, they would find themselves looking down at a beautiful conch shell, the glow coming from the aperture as well as the screeching sound.
One certainly would not be hearing the sound of the ocean under these conditions, perhaps there is something that could be done...
RISING FROM THE DEPTHS .................................................mernapped no more
Amid the chaos of their temporary holding chambers in the Department of Mysteries' Chamber of Codes as well as the mayhem involving several Ministry employees taking a literal swim in various locations about the Ministry and the patient individuals who dealt with them, the Atlantian artifacts were recovered and returned to Atlantis. Upon receiving the conch shell and trident, intense negotiations ensued between the rescue team headed by the Minister for Magic and representatives from the Department of Ecological Regulation and Protection. All those mernapped, were safely returned to the surface and without harm as of late November and with the merpeople's lives changed forever thanks to the influence of their temporary residents. While animosities surely remain between merpeople and wizardingkind, the civil war that once threatened the mermish tribes has dissipated and the seas and oceans safe once again. As an act of goodwill and with the fervent hope that bonds be mended and strengthened, the Merchieftess of Atlantis has decreed its doors remain open to wizarding visitors and other tribes around the oceans and seas surrounding the United Kingdom have followed suit.
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Say what?!
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When you come down to the wide corridor lined with multiple gilded black marble fireplaces intending to floo home to your loved ones after a long day of work you’ll be in for a very unpleasant surprise. The floo powder dispensers are all gaping empty. The floo powder is not replenishing itself as usual which is very, very peculiar. Has there ever been a shortage of floo powder in ministry history? I think not, so you best report it, and choose another way to get home because flooing is not an option.
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Seems like the shortage isn't just here in England.... DIMC has recieved news from at least 2 other ambassadors that their countries are short on floo powder as well.
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Sophie looked so overwhelmed. The poor woman. Brody knew all too well what this was like, and perhaps that was another reason he had offered to help her out. The other reason being that she was his friend as much as a coworker. “It was, to be honest. Not to mention stressful for some, including me because Gabe was among the mernapped.” It was the first time that he spoke about this aside from anyone in either his or Gabe’s family.
The Consulate took the letter, which mercifully, was accompanied with an English translation. That was one of the things he wanted to talk to Sophie about - to teach him Scandinavian and other languages of the Nordic Region. It would have to wait however, for a frown was developing on his face. “It’s a report about Floo Powder shortage.’’ So yes, it was really urgent. Brody turned his attention to his boss. “Sachin just reported the same thing about India,’’ he remarked, an eyebrow arching. “He - nor this letter - gives a reason why but the respective Ministries must have started their investigations already.” This was just yet another issue to add to all the concerns for various situations the department had to deal with, should other Ambassadors begin reporting the same thing.
Not wanting to abandon Sophie, Brody placed his coffee cup on her desk and began digging through all the paperwork for the memos.
What: Seize the Clay Who: All new and returning Ministry employees When: Wednesday, 11 February 2111; ALL DAY Where: The Atrium Why: Because all work and no clay doesn't always contribute to your relaxation and interpersonal bonds between fellow employees while enhancing fine motor skills, hand-eye coordination, problem solving skills, lateral thinking, complex analysis and critical thinking skills!
~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
Whu, whut, WHUT? Check out the Upper Level Corridors!
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All seems as it should be in the clean and pristine upper-level corridor. Numerous portraits line the walls, showcasing the faces of former Ministers for Magic. At this time of day, the majority were fast asleep, mainly out of boredom than anything else.
But then, out of nowhere, a screeching filled the hall. "What in Merlin's beard is going on?" sounded the voice of Josephina Flint, which caused the other nearby Ministers to stir in their frames. "HELP! SOMEONE IS STEALING MY PORTRAIT! HEEEEEEEELP!"
Seconds later, the portrait is long gone and her place on the wall vacant. The others remained, murmuring amongst themselves in utter confusion.
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^ an update from our unreliable (?) announcer:
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Unfortunately, before he got there, there was nothing for him to observe but a small stretch of blank wall. “What happened?” he questioned the other portraits urgently. “Whose missing?” Excuse him for not being able to put his finger on that in this moment of confusion.
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Soon the murmurs became louder, the buzz of what happened making its way down the corridor to the ears of all the former Ministers. And so the rumours and theories of what happened to the portrait began.
"Josephina Flint! She's gone!" Grogan Stump responded to the man. "One minute we were all enjoying our afternoon naps, the next she was screaming bloody murder about being stolen."
"But no one was there!" exclaimed Hortensia Milliphutt. "She just ... started making her way down the corridor on her own accord."
"You're speaking utter nonsense, Milliphutt," huffed Radolphus Lestrange with a roll of his eyes. "Frames don't just float away whenever they like."
"It was probably one of the elves," suggested Unctuous Osbert. "Maybe her canvas needed some touch-ups."
"Either way, it'll be a lot quieter without her around," Ottaline Gambol chimed in. "Good riddance!"
So who took Josephina Flint, the anti-Muggle, anti-telegraph Minister from the 1820s??? someone with an invisibility cloak, perhaps??
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I'm back with more updates (?!)
This is from the place where one portrait was kidnapped:
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Hearing the man, Artemisia Lufkin's voice sounded, "All our frames typically need is a good dusting from the precious little dears. But it isn't unreasonable for us to be temporarily removed if retouches are needed. Some of us have been here for centuries, you know."
"Even so, full of dramatics, that woman," Ottaline Gambol retorted. "Huffing and puffing about every little thing is her specialty."
"And your specialty is being an annoyance," Radolphus Lestrange sneered.
More bickering continued amongst the portraits, with Gambol and Lestrange exchanging intense words while the others tried to defuse the tension or simply walked out of their frames to spare themselves.
As for the space where Josephina Flint's frame once was, there was nothing to see besides the wallpaper and the nail from which the frame had been hanging.
And... did the thief wear an invisibility cloak and ride the lift here!? Are they going to paint a mustache on the poor former Minister?!
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DING!
"Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes," a feminine voice sounded from one of the lifts, announcing to whoever was on it that they had arrived at Level Three. Moments later, the door slid shut and the lift clanged away.
Such a thing was typical, and hearing the lift come and go might not be reason enough to distract one from their paint strokes. However, those who are more observant might realise that no one had stepped off the lift to join the group. Someone pressed the wrong button, perhaps?
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The room hummed with potential energy, a silent witness to countless trials and errors. Its bare walls, though unadorned, seemed to vibrate with the memories of spells cast and charms tested. The large pool in the corner lay still, its surface reflecting the muted light, while the heavy-duty crash pads bore the faint imprints of past impacts.
Suddenly, the stillness was shattered, reverberating off the walls.
BANG!
The force of the explosion sent a shockwave through the room, causing the crash pads to tremble and the water in the pool to ripple. The sharp crack of the explosion was followed by a jarring alarm from one of the automobiles, its piercing shriek echoing through the expansive space as headlights flickered on and off.
BEEP-BEEP-BEEP-BEEP!
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Let them point and laugh at who we are, it's you and me here dancing from the start
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DIMC has recieved news from at least 2 other ambassadors that their countries are short on floo powder as well. 
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