erin b. kirke (erinkirked) wrote in valesco,
@ 2009-04-09 19:31:00

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elliot alderton, erin kirke, group, seymour dingle

Open to Everyone!
Erin rocked her head up and down to the music, wand moving quickly over the pieces of evidence in front of her. It really helped to have some tunes when you were dealing with objects from a murder scene, she believed, and it also helped keep her in shape. Yes, sure, she was supposed to be gaining weight for the baby, but the books say that exercise is also good for the child, and things would just be easier that way and--

--ew.

She her tapping foot splashed some water, and Erin immediately groaned. What had she spilled? Looking down at the ground, her eyes widened at the sight of it not only being a puddle, but--the whole floor was covered by at least an inch of water!

"What the hell!" she let out, looking around to see if Avis or Alice were in the vicinity. Had someone's weather spell gone funky? Who the hell liked to have it rain in the offices anyway? Groaning, Erin hurried from the counter to the door of the lab, pulling the door open with some effort. She let out a yelped as a wave of water pushed against her shins, and she held onto the frame of the door.

"What's going on!" Erin shouted down the hallway, looking for anyone who could help.

Okay, so the death eaters have completely fried the weather spells in the ministry and are causing natural disasters

http://www.hp-lexicon.info/ministry/ministry-hq.html

Level One - Floods
Level Two - Floods
(to keep the aurors/hitwizards from reaching the scene quickly)

Level Three - Earthquake

Level Four - release of animals/werewolf captures
(werewolves in human form are released, freed from their capture)

Level Five - Hail

Level Six - Hurricane
(sends people using the floo ports and portkeys all over)

Level Seven - Tornado

Level Eight/Atrium - Calm
(nothing suspicious)

Level Nine - Heat Wave

Haaave fun? Open to all, visitors included :D And your person doesn't have to be on their usual floor, go with what you want? XD

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dinglealltheway
2009-04-10 01:14 am UTC (link)

Seymour was not in a mood to work that day. Not at all. Not even in the slightest. All he could do was look at the sheet music he had snuck under his file, memorizing the notes in his head, his fingers forming the chords of the imaginary banjo he was holding.

As he started to hum quietly to himself, Seymour noticed he kept falling flat on the same note. Well, that just wasn't right! He could have sworn he knew that one! He squinted, bending his neck to peer at the tiny lines the note was on. No, no, that was definitely a--whoosh.

Flailing slightly, Seymour looked about frantically for the source of the thing that had whooshed past his ear. It wasn't quite the buzz of a fly--no, it was quite obvious that it really was a-- whoosh. In the process of his searching, something stung across the tip of Seymour's nose. Flinching, he crossly-eyed the bridge of his nose, but saw nothing. Feeling it with his fingers, his eyes fell onto his desk, where a curious ball of white-grey was sitting atop the aforementioned troublesome note.

"H-hail!" Seymour let out a surprised squawk. Why was it hailing the building! Why was it hailing at all? Wasn't it April? Didn't that sort of thing not happen now?

"Okay, Seymour, who's king this week?" someone asked, the rolling-eye smirk very evident in their voice.

Ping! Dink! Clatter!.

"NO!" Seymour yelled, diving under his desk. "HAIL!"

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fortunesfool
2009-04-10 02:43 am UTC (link)

The smirk hadn't even slid off of Elliot's face before he was flicked rather hard in the forehead. His hand shot to his head and he made the mistake of looking up. A giant, egg sized chunk of hail knocked him straight between the eyes, because that was how his luck went.

"Fuck!" he let out, pushing himself from the floor, his chair wheeling itself back into the desk behind him. Again! Top of the head! Shoulders! Holy---holy shit! This was not---correct!

Finding that he was just going to get more black and blue bruised if he tried to make it to the exit (which was jam packed with people attempting to escape), Elliot followed Seymour's route and ducked under his desk, eyes wide with astonishment at the size of the hail that was sitting on the floor.

"Seymour!" he shouted, because it was loud. From the screaming and the hail, how could hail be loud? "What the hell do we do!"

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dinglealltheway
2009-04-10 11:31 pm UTC (link)

The first part of Elliot's yell (or rather, all of it) was lost on Seymour, who had clapped his hands over his ears and huddled in as tiny a ball as he could make himself, pressed into the furthest tiny corner underneath his desk. When he caught sight of Elliot mouthing furiously at him, waving his arms, Seymour realized he must have been speaking.

"WE'RE GOING TO DIE," Seymour bellowed with his hands still clapped over his ears, assuming Elliot was bemoaning similar sentiments. "I AM NEVER GOING TO GET MARRIED OR HAVE CHILDREN NOW."

The look on Elliot's face belied that, while possibly true, this was not what he had been shouting about.

Removing his hands, Seymour rolled cautiously out from under his desk, still protected from the hail by the seat of his chair. Was he talking about ways to get out? Maybe that was it.

"Do you know any spells strong enough to melt a ton and ton and ton and ton of ice?" he called out over the roar of the quickly accumulating ice. Much more and he wouldn't be able to see Elliot (or anything else, for that matter) at all. In fact, much of it was starting to roll into his sacred little corner, and it was cold. They could try blasting their way through, but then that would make the ice explode, and shards would fly, and ice shards were sharp and they could blind one, or puncture things, and that would just end terribly!

WE ARE GOING TO DIE HERE, Seymour thought panickedly.

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officeprank
2009-04-11 03:42 am UTC (link)

It really was like one thing on top of another, wasn't it? He knew that it was trivial of him, to worry about the man~~-child~~ that his sister would be marrying in comparison to the devastations and the blows that the Wizarding world was taking due to You-Know-Who, but Hugh honestly couldn't help it! It was the first thing that he thought of whenever he came into work. Well, of course, he would be groggy and in desperate need of caffeine, so that would be his first thought when he first stepped onto level five, but then he saw Seymour and felt his blood pressure rise.

However, today was just like any other day - he attended meetings, wrote out memos, reviewed and re-reviewed over briefs and notes, approved more notes, exchanged inter-office memos with some interns (today they all had managed a rather rousing game of group tic-tac-toe). He had stepped out of his office to talk to Eliot about something - well, obviously he know forgot what it was exactly, as it started hailing!

Hugh yelped and a stack of parchment came fluttering out of his hands to the ground, where his shoes crunched on the tiny pebbles of ice. No, it was accumulating - and quickly! "IS THERE SOMETHING WRONG WITH MAGICAL MAINTENANCE WHAT ON EARTH," he shouted as the ice started piling around his knees and thus made it more difficult to move as quickly. He ducked under the nearest desk he found, which was already occupied by... Seymour?

Well! He would just have to put aside all ill-will for the moment, this was an inter-office emergency. He had just caught the question that Seymour had asked, and squeezed even tighter under the cover of his shelter. "NO I DO NOT," he shouted back.

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fortunesfool
2009-04-11 04:33 am UTC (link)

Great! Just great! Seymour got a partner to die with, and he was stuck across the office all by himself! Kneeling in this nasty carpet he'd been forced to squish around in for ages! Just brilliant! And not even a week after he'd gotten a girlfriend! Ohhhh, hell. Elsie was not going to like this, not at all.

'Bookstore Boyfriend Buried Alive While Cowering Under Desk' the headlines would read.

That was not something he wished to deal with!

Okay. Okay. Well---hail was...what, big chunks of ice! What did you do when you wanted to get rid of ice? Salt! Salt...he had no salt. He could not conjure enough salt for this mess, he would only be able to put some on his bloody chips, that's what he'd be able to do. What was---heat? Heat was bad for ice too. He and his sister, for reasons completely unknown to him now, would find such pleasure at watching ice cubes melt on the sidewalk during hot summer days. Racing, he guessed---

---they were such odd little children.

"HEAT UP THE CARPET!" Elliot yelled, flailing his arms a bit and pointing his wand at a free spot of carpet. That could help, right! Or even--"AND THE HAIL. IT'LL MELT IT'S FROZEN WATER RIGHT?"

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dinglealltheway
2009-04-11 04:50 am UTC (link)

Seymour, once again, been completely oblivious to the shout of Elliot, until after he'd finished, too busy staring at Hugh with fearful and inquisitive eyes. Seymour was nervous about spending his last few breaths with Hugh, because he wasn't sure if he was going to be hugged, or if Hugh was going to take Mother Nature into his own hands and smother Seymour with hail. It would be difficult, of course, since Elliot was just across the way, but with a little more hail, they would be blocked out of sight completely. Unless Elliot was in on the scheme! Was this all a plan to dispose of Seymour before he could marry his Chloe?!. No! No, of course not! And even if it was, Seymour just couldn't allow it!

Though, his teeth were beginning to chatter by now, because he had worn his spring robes, since it was spring, and he hadn't been expecting a hail storm in the office during this time of year, and he was very cold! Whoever thought up of spring fashions clearly did not take the vagaries of extreme weather into account.

But he was pointing at the carpet! And unless he was asking one of them to go stand in that spot, for some reason (Hugh would have to go, not him! Chloe could spare a brother, but she most certainly could not spare a fiance), he had to have a point. Like--heat! Like--OH! OH! LIKE HEATING SPELLS! Exuberantly, he pointed his wand to the carpet and let out the first fire-related incantation that popped into his Ravenclaw mind, only to realize it was actually fire, and carpet was made out of fibres, and fire plus fibre generally equaled more fire. He sat back with a surprise squawk and consequently hit his head on the top of the desk. Seymour had stared at the little puddle his flames had caused before they had sputtered and hissed out, a bit of grey smoke rising from the puddle. It was unfortunately so cold that the water began to freeze again, but an icy floor was not half so much of a problem as ice rocks the size of eggs falling from the ceiling were!

"IS IT--IS IT WORKING? I CAN'T TELL MUCH!"

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takeachance
2009-04-10 07:34 pm UTC (link)

Archie was having a terrible day. Actually, Archie was having a terrible couple of days. The Healers at St. Mungo's had given him something to reverse the curse, but they said it was a bit of a tough one--meaning he would have to deal with the claws and scales for a few days, as he reverted back to normal. The claws had shrunken quite a bit, but the scales had only receded a little. Being that he had already maxed out the his holidays with the honeymoon (he would like to remind everyone that he hadn't been home to see his wife, for quite a few days), Archie had to return for work the next day, dismayed to see he was one of the very few in the office to get struck by one of the cursed packages.

Oh, he hated life right now. Too scared to go to his in-laws' house looking like that, and too ashamed to bunk at Elliot's or Ioan's, he had spent the night in their decrepit, hazardous mansion and portkeyed to work this morning. He had to bathe in what he thought was a fairly deserted lake, until he saw a few Muggles (judging by their clothes) catch sight of him and scream bloody murder. He hadn't thought he looked that bad!

At this very moment, however, Archie was walking along the bottom floor corridor, having delivered some paperwork to another office's head. He was padding back in the direction of the stairwell, feeling something amiss. Squelch, squelch, squelch. Looking down disgustedly, Archie saw the stones were damp. The dust and dirt from the poorly-cleaned floor was collecting into bits of mud and the edges of his shoes and robes were caking.

"Oh, bloody Mer--" He stopped.

Archie looked around uncertainly. He could have sworn he had just heard a--tearing sort of noise. Or not tearing, perhaps it was more of a thrashing. Whatever the noise was, it was very violent sounding. Nervously, Archie hoped that the source of it wasn't violent, as well. Looking backwards, he could see nothing suspicious. All right, then. He turned to walk forward, stopping suddenly.

A huge rush of water was cascading down the stairwell, rolling and tumbling into itself, thundering as though the very foundations of the Ministry building were being rocked about.

"H-help!" Archie choked, backpedaling down the hall, trying not to slip or trip amongst the rapidly collecting muck. "SOMEONE! THERE'S--HELP!"

Why didn't he have gills?

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