Regulation and Control

Who: Jaden Dorny, Dexter Cadwallader and Oliver Mendes (NPC)
Where: The Cynic offices in Shoreditch
When: Wednesday 24 July, morning
What: Dexter stops by Jaden's office to complain about a recent article ran on the Department of Regulation
Rating: PG-13 for language
Status: Closed; complete

( See, there's this thing we call a thesaurus... )

Who: Draco Malfoy and Dexter Cadwallader
What: A bit of stalkerish behaviour leading to a night spent together
When: [Backdated] Saturday, July 19th
Where: A bar in Islington then Draco's flat
Rating: NC-17 the usual between these two--language and sexual content
Status: Closed; complete

( A simple memo at work would have sufficed, by the way. . .  )

( Owl to Unspeakable O )

Who: The Sphinx and Unspeakable O (a.k.a. Dexter Cadwallader and Oisin Murphy)
What: Reputations are at stake and information is for sale
When: July 6, 2008; Ten after midnight
Where: Regent's Park, beside Triton Fountain
Rating: PG for shady dealings
Status: Closed; complete

( It is the use of the term 'yet' that's disquieting. )

( Highly Warded Owl to the Sphinx )

Who: Draco Malfoy and Dexter Cadwallader
What: Returning of Dexter's book
When: July 3rd, 2008; 4:00pm
Where: Dexter's Office
Rating: PG-13, for slight language and allusions to sex
Status: Closed, complete

Dexter sat stiffly at his desk, brow furrowed and staring at the door. It was four and he was anxiously awaiting Malfoy. Once he had his book back, it was going home with him and staying there permanently. It was also a bit tempting to obliviate all memory of it from Draco's mind but it wasn't a hex he was particularly adept at and thought it should just be left alone.

He glanced at his watch again, shifting uncomfortably in his seat, a pile of notes in his inbox that were ignored ever since he realised the book was missing, and all his quills were dry. It was clear Draco having that book bothered him more than anything, so much he couldn't even do his job. Now he just wanted it back, and wanting the blond to forget everything he read in it. To Dexter, there was nothing more dangerous that someone knowing that part of him.

Who: Malcolm Baddock and ?
Where: Break room, Scamander Park
When: June 27, afternoon
What: Slacking on a Friday? Never!
Rating: PG, likely for language.
Status: Open; incomplete

After sitting down and looking at laws, he was getting nowhere with those hostile fuaths, and that was just frustrating. They were never peaceful creatures, and he understood that, but they had been given their desired territory and generally left alone. Considering how much they liked to be left their own devices, he was surprised to see such aggressive tendencies.

Either way, he needed to rest his eyes, and that brought him to the break room. A cup of coffee sounded good right about now.

( Owl to Dexter Cadwallader )

Who: Nicolas Vaisey and Dexter Cadwallader
What: Flying to let off steam leads to a rather anti-climactic, one-sided fight
When: Wednesday June 25, early evening
Where: A public access quidditch pitch
Rating: PG-13 for language and mild violence
Status: Closed; complete

( I want nothing to do with a criminal whore. . . )

( Heavily Warded Owl sent to the Unspeakables )

( Note left on Winifred Holden's Desk )

Who: Draco Malfoy and Dexter Cadwallader
What: Escaping to the gardens for a break and finding a different escape than expected
When: Friday, June 13, 2008
Where: The Gardens at work
Rating: NC-17, sex in a public place
Status: Closed; incomplete

( it's time to pick up the pieces, go back to square one. . . )

Who: Everrett Mac and Dexter Cadwallader
Where: A food store near Covent Garden
When: Thursday 12 June, around 6
What: Colleagues colliding in the cereal aisle. Most random RP ever. And likely talk of budget cuts, Weasleys, healthy eating plans and the holes in Everrett's jeans
Rating: PG
Status: Closed; complete

Everrett pulled down his second box of cereal and threw it into his basket, narrowly missing the head of a passing child as he wound his way to the bottom of the aisle to look for Pop Tarts. Work had been particularly strange that day; there was an odd, tense energy in the air, static and fuzzy, like white noise, and it resounded throughout the entire building, even the basement. He'd spent most of the day trying to figure out reasonable enough excuses for extra breaks, only to remember that, because of the so-called budget cuts and shifting around, that he could be next. Any lame excuse to leave would probably result in his permanent leaving.

Sighing softly, he stood up on the tips of his toes and reached up for the Pop Tarts - always on the top shelf - his finger catching on the topmost corner before he managed to lose his balance. With a clatter, the box fell to the ground by his ratty Converse and he stumbled back a little, banging into someone coming into the aisle from behind him.

( Owl to Charlie Weasley )

Who: Draco Malfoy and Dexter Cadwallader
What: A morning visit with a not so pleasant surprise--who's name Draco can't even remember
When: BACKDATED: Sunday, June 8 2008, 10 a.m.
Where: Draco's Flat
Rating: PG-13 for language and references to sex
Status: Closed; complete

( I think it begins with R. Ryan or something. . . )

Who: Draco Malfoy and Dexter Cadwallader
What: A continuing argument and the release of years of pent up frustrations >.>
When: Following this.
Where: Upstairs in Vaisey Manor and Estate
Rating: NC-17; boy-touching, boy-smex, language
Status: Closed; complete


"It's only dreadful because you made it so. You really should work on learning to bite you tongue, Malfoy. It would save you a lot of trouble in the future." Dexter didn't even look at the other man then, picking up the book that had been thrown about and shoving it back on the shelf before trying to move past the blond.

Who: Open to all Witches and Wizards
What: A garden party celebrating post-Mathwall times and trying to unite everyone
When: Friday the 30th of May, 2008, 11:30 a.m. until rather late
Where: Vaisey Manor and Estate
Rating: TBD
Status: Open; incomplete

Vaisey Manor and Estate was flourishing in life. Tall trees dotted the lawn, there was a rich walled in garden with a maze beyond, and an open field off to one side clear to the night sky. The house itself was fitting of its surroundings--old brick and dark woods that could have given it an almost sinister appearance if not for the bright lights shining in almost every window.

The rich, plush furniture that normally adorned Vaisey Manor was now transfigured and stored out of the way, upstairs. Wards were put around the upstairs to keep guests out, and only close friends and those accompanying said friends would find a break from the party up there. Wards had also been places in and around the house--anti-theft measures and safety precautions. After Mathwall, nothing seemed too extreme and so he had a number of experts come in and make sure to provide wards that would stay solidly in place. If anything were to happen, the entire house could be locked down if necessary.

Every room, as well as the expansive grounds, were filled with white chairs around round tables covered in sand-coloured silken fabric. In the middle was a single tower sandcastle, a little window carved through it, and an intricate design of summer flowers etches up the sides. Gradually, the etches flowers flowed into the real flowers that separated the base from the tablecloth, almost giving the appearance of it being one whole piece. The flowers were mixes of bright oranges and yellows, purples and pinks, Asiatic lilies and Dutch tulips, irises and chrysanthemums.

Royal lilies, sunflowers, Gerbera daisies, gladiolus, Dendrobium orchids, and hibiscus flowers in similar bright shades seemed to be everywhere--filling tall vases inside, covering lattice work and bushes outside, in garlands in trees. Everything seemed to be about the summer and joy and the richness of life.

Trays floated through the crowds due to house elf magic, providing an offering of finger sandwiches, appetizers, and champagne as well as red and white wines. Whenever a tray emptied, it would quickly be refilled, any dirty dishes left behind would instantly disappear, and messes were gone so quickly it was almost as though they never happened.

( Invitation Sent to every Witch and Wizard )

Who: Dexter Cadwallader, Seren Fawcett, Euphemia Borage and OPEN to any Regulator who might be working on a Sunday (yep, it's a free-for-all crack fest)
Where: in front of the door to the breakroom at Scamander Park
When: Sunday night
What: Heartfelt revelations SUCK when they're directed at the wrong person.
Rating: Who knows?
Status: Open; in progress

Euphemia took a deep breath as she touched the door, trying to think of everything she could say to express how she was feeling, the things that had come to mind when she'd had the dream. It felt like standing in front of the entrance to a cave and not knowing whether there would be a way out or if she would be blocked in, crushed by the things over which she had no control.

"I need to talk to you," she said to the door, hearing the shifting of someone inside. Him. It had to be him. "I... I can't do this, I can't bloody go through with getting married - I can't. And I need to explain that to someone but you - I really shouldn't be even talking to you about this. It- it's not right."