Regulation and Control

Who: Seren Fawcett and Idavoll
What: Past lives
Where: Idavoll (the plain between the city of Asgard and the hill Yggdrasil is on)
When: Sunday, 13th July. Immediately following this
Rating: G
Status: Closed; Complete

( Idavoll sang her lullabies )

Who: Fred Holden & Charlie Weasley
What: File clearing and the like
Where: His office, Scamander Park
When: Around lunch time
Rating: PG-13 (for language and lack of clothing? And, of course, all that incredible wallsex that will happen will drive this straight to an X rating eventually...)
Status: Closed; Complete

Fred had crept silently up the stairs to the third floor a few times since she'd gotten into the office around nine. Every time she'd found who she assumed was Tonks with her feet up on the desk. Why was it that the more she was exposed to this person the more she suddenly felt overwhelmingly bloody professional? Sure, she sat on her desk, but she also kept the door closed and until people had gotten used to her she'd always hopped off when someone knocked. Rather than try to play nice, as she was sure she might be incapable of it until after the moon when she was more mellow, Fred avoided.

It wasn't until around lunchtime, when Fred seriously wanted to be napping in the sun, that the desk was finally empty. Listening for a moment, she verified that she wasn't nearby. She had to risk that the woman was, hopefully, not in Charlie's office, but Charlie would likely diffuse the situation if she was. Fred hurried over to the door on bare feet and knocked on the door. She would have pulled on her skirt in her impatience to get inside before the little punk secretary showed back up but she realised she was wearing shorts. Granted, they just barely qualified as shorts, but they had the proper shape of the garment they masqueraded as. Really they could have been skin if it weren't for being a bright orange. The triangle bikini top matched them perfectly. She was dressed for the beach, only Fred didn't go to beaches. Clearly she'd gotten over her clothing for the sake of others thing she'd done yesterday.

Shifting from foot to foot, Fred began counting in her head. It hadn't been but a moment since she'd knocked, maybe less, but she really didn't trust herself to deal with that woman right now. As it stood, the only thing between Tonks and a broken jaw was Fred's respect for Charlie.

Who: Charlie Weasley (and Mircea and Willoughby)
Where: The Burrow
When: Sunday night, late
Rating: G
Status: Closed, complete.

( Oi, I'm still clumsy. I think I dropped my journal. )

Who: Nymphadora Tonks and [open to Regulation-type people, or standalone]
What: First day at a new 'job'
Where: Department of Regulation
When: Bright 'n early Monday morning
Rating: TBD

( Take all my preconceptions / And let the truth be understood )

Who: Rabbit Tuor and Jaden Dorny
What: Rabbit took Jaden’s exclamation of ‘fuck me’ literally, and while no fucking went down (he’s a gentleman), dinner did. And drinking.
Where: A greek restaurant in Liverpool, and then Rabbit’s flat nearby.
When: Thursday, July 10 2008. (backdated)
Rating: PG-13 for language
Status: Closed; complete; long.
It figured that Rabbit would get his hands greasy right before a date. After actually taking the time to scrape the dirt from under his nails, more appeared. But sometimes dirt was alright.

( They call me Razzledazzle. If you want to see my show, I can get you a discount. But only if you wear a kilt and cleats )

Who: Rabbit Tuor and Jaden Dorny
What: Rabbit took Jaden’s exclamation of ‘fuck me’ literally, and while no fucking went down (he’s a gentleman), dinner did. And drinking.
Where: A greek restaurant in Liverpool, and then Rabbit’s flat nearby.
When: Thursday, July 10 2008. (backdated)
Rating: PG-13 for language
Status: Closed; complete; long.

( There was touching, but only with hands. It was in the middle of the fucking day – I was terrified! )

( Strongly warded memo to Charlie Weasley )

Who: Everrett Mac and Ky Janes
What: A Sunday in the park discussing sunburn, being raised by wolves, and love--which turns to sexy time--and eventually changes to a nightmare
When: Sunday July 13, 2008
Where: Hyde Park and then Everrett's flat
Rating: NC-17 for a brief bit of sex
Status: Closed, complete

( You're different species. That's kind of sick, if you think about it. )

Who: Draco Malfoy and Ben Dunstan
What: Draco is taking efforts to be waif like and Ben's being chatty
Where: cafe near Scamander Park
When: Monday 14th July, lunchtime
Rating: PG-13ish for language
Status: Open; incomplete

The roof of the cafewas high and rounded, faintly reminiscent of architecture from practically centuries before. It was a fairly old building a plaque out the front saying it had been standing since 1892, but the room used as a cafe was one of the largest and one of the airiest--there were almost more windows in the large room than there were people at the moment, or so it seemed. Ben figured he was a bit late for lunch, if that was the case. There weren't all that many Regulators and some tended to frequent the cafe for lunch, but there was bound to be more than half a dozen or so--or maybe they'd all been wiped out by some freak basilisk attack while he'd been buried under paperwork. At this time, there was rarely anyone else but Regulators in the place.

Fully prepared to push his way to the front of the line, Ben barely had to wait two minutes before he was served, the woman behind the counter looking more than a bit pleased at the fact that someone hadn't ordered the stupidly greasy burger and chips meal sitting off to the side. Ben wondered how long she'd actually been working there to think he'd go for it; he sure as heck didn't recognise her.

"No salad left, sorry," she murmured when he asked. Ben blinked and said, "Pardon?"

"No salad left. That guy took the last of it." Her hand waved over towards a blonde man sitting nearby and Ben nodded, thanking her and then paying her before walking over, a very mild glare that was mostly teasing on his face.

"Aye, I heard you were off stealing my salad," he said, by way of greeting.

( Owl to Charlie Weasley )

Who: Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy
What: A chance meeting at a Muggle bookshop. There will likely be jibing, barbed conversation, and possibly tantrums (Draco and Harry are very mature adults, thank you.)
When: Lunch hour, July 14, 2008
Where: Gloucester Road Bookshop

Perhaps Harry had done a bit of a stupid thing by asking Katie to let him stay with him. He'd come in this morning and looked at the couch he'd drug in and was convinced that there was the shadow of a sick stain across the back of it, and the thing smelled more foul than when he'd first picked it up. Though the edge had come off her personality after a while (or perhaps he'd just gotten used to her signature "What the fuck ever"), he needed out, so it was only a small surprise to him that not long after he woke up around noon, he was walking down Gloucester road eating kebob off a stick.

He sauntered into a used book shop when he'd finished, thinking that he could at least pick up something in biography or science fiction, but really, he read infrequently and it was the run-down, hip look of the place that attracted him. Heading into the paperback section, Harry began thumbing through their dollar selection, pausing and frowning thoughtfully on a volume from Hemingway.

( Memo left for Charlie Weasley )

Who: Seren Fawcett & Graham Pritchard
What: Trying to fix things, lessons gone wrong and hypothetical children
Where: Asgard
When: BACKDATED! Monday, 14th July
Rating: PG
Status: Closed; Complete

( He wondered if she'd notice how much of his skin on the right hand was new, regrown after the war. )

Who: Nicolas and Astoria
What: Mama Slytherhen is checking up on one of her boys
When: Sunday night BACKDATED so as not to interfere with possible lovebird reunions
Where: Vaisey Manor
Rating: Maybe PG for discussion of people's love lives (his, because she has none)
Status: Closed; incomplete

Astoria and Nicolas had arranged to have dinner, which conveniently kept Astoria from another OWLS event where she could be expected to run across the increasingly creepy Archibald MacFusty. She'd gotten to the point where she'd take almost any excuse to avoid the Literary Society, but dinner with Nicolas was more akin to a treat than an excuse.

Now they were finishing up a fine dessert whipped up by one of Nicolas' house elves and talking of not much in particular, and definitely not the mugging on Thursday night. "So I've not seen Blaise lately, and Draco and I were more interested in talking about all the excitement with Potter the last time we dined. I'm hoping no news from that quarter means all has resolved itself and you're all three happy again."

Who: Kadyriath and an appearance by an elder of his clan
What: Tree climbing and forest lullabys
When: August 1992
Where: The Black Forest, Germany
Rating: PG for nakedness
Status: Closed, complete

( Instead it began to sing, a low hum that grew. )