[OUTSIDE] War Room, Scamander Park
Where: War Room, Scamander Park
When: April 5, late at night
What: Malcolm is holding down the fort. It's late at night, and he's waiting for a coffee delivery.
Rating: TBD
Status: OPEN; in progress.
Dark had fallen, but they weren’t any closer to a solution. The theories they had developed were all so fallible. Everything was so dependent on what was happening inside the walls. The reports they had received thus far were anything but satisfactory, frankly, but then what had he been expecting? Nobody really knew what it was that he was looking for, and perhaps whatever he was looking for wasn’t there. He hadn’t expected things to move so… slowly. The situation seemed to have been rather stagnant for entirely too long. There was still no penetration into the wall. There was still no idea from where it had come.
Trimble had been gone for hours, it seemed, and that worried Malcolm. It meant the Ministry was just as confused as how to handle the issue. None of them had been on the receiving end of something like this, and of course nobody had bothered to test it properly the first time. It wasn’t mentioned much in the books, he found, either. And that made Malcolm imagine the worst possible outcomes.
He had sent more than half of the team to get some rest. They would need to be ready to get some serious work done on this tomorrow. Progress would need to be made before the situation worsened. It was already a emergency, and the last thing they needed was a full-blown crisis. And so he sat with a quill in his hand, circling relevant passages in books and scribbling occasional notes on the map. How could they best manage their resources? How could they best position Regulators to best handle the situation?
He looked up upon hearing a noise--he had sent for coffee earlier and had been waiting for a good amount of time.