Regulation and Control

Who: Morag MacDougal and Fleur Delacour-Weasley
What: Morag and Fleur meet to discuss Veela powers.
Where: The Ministry of Magic, to begin with. Then Morag's corner of the Love Division of the Department of Mysteries, likely.
When: Monday, 9 August, 2008
Rating: Likely PG-13 at the least, based on subject matter and the high likelihood of Morag swearing in her head.
Status: Closed; incomplete.


Morag glanced around as she waited. She and Fleur had rescheduled their interview, which had worked out rather well as Inez had had the previous Monday off and they'd had lunch. Thankfully, Morag had not seen anyone she knew. Things were working surprisingly well so far, as far as her personal life went. But now it was time to focus on her work.

It was probably going to be interesting, at the very least. She'd never actually talked to a Veela. She'd seen the Delacour woman when Hogwarts hosted the Tri-Wizard Tournament, certainly, but she hadn't been interested in Veela then. And she certainly hadn't expected to study Love, of all things. But here she was, ready to see what - if anything - she could discover about the nature of...well, whatever it was that made Veela so magnetic.

( Heavily Warded Owl to Fred Holden )

( Heavily Warded Owl to Fleur Delacour-Weasley )

Who: Morag MacDougal and Fred Holden
What: Morag finds out Mysteries has Fred, and makes a bargain.
Where: Containment, Space Division, DoM
When: Sunday, 20 July, around lunch
Rating: PG-13 for some language and discussion of torture
Status: Closed; complete

( I work with potions, I observe things...but not like this... )

Who: Rabbit Tuor and Morag MacDougal
What: Two-man coming-out party. There will be sushi.
Where: Roka, a Japanese restaurant in London.
When: July 17, evening
Rating: NC-17, hide the children.
Status: Closed; Incomplete

Rabbit wasn’t kidding when he had told Morag that he was proud of her, and his pride was conveyed in the bounce of his step and the smile on his face when he knocked on her door. He knew for a fact that she had an issue with homosexuality, that she had more than her share of difficulty when it came to accepting that about herself, and that hiding away had likely made her miserable. It explained a lot about her attitude, why she was so tense all the time, and why she kept at such a distance from most people. But despite her frigidity (the department called her ‘the Ice-Queen’ often enough beyond her back, something which Rabbit yelled at them all for), he had always liked Morag. Moe.

He waited patiently - or as patient as Rabbit could be without being dead, only a handful of foot shuffles here and there. In one hand was a bouquet of flowers which he had spent a half hour fussing over before settling on the arrangement. He was, sadly, not in a dress - party or otherwise.

Who: Morag MacDougal and Fred Holden
What: Setting up a DVD player and a tv set, extreme awkwardness, and breaking of emotional walls
Where: Morag's flat in wizarding Lockerbie, Scotland.
When: Saturday, 12 July, 1pm.
Rating: PG-13 for language discussion of sex
Status: Closed; complete


Morag stared at the boxes in her living room. She'd cleared a space on what had been an extra coffee table so she'd have somewhere to put the television and DVD player. Other than that, though, she'd hadn't done anything to further the process of setting them up. Well, she'd opened the boxes, but that was it.

She sat down on the couch and waited for the installation help to arrive. Thankfully there were people around who knew more about Muggle contraptions than she did.

( Owl to Fred Holden )

Who: Morag MacDougal and Samantha Harker (NPC)
What: Morag tries to pick up a girl, but ends up being the one picked up. Awkwardness of epic proportions (among other things) ensues.
When: September 2004
Where: A Muggle club.
Rating: PG-13
Status: Closed; complete

( She was beginning to wish she hadn't done this. )

Who: Morag MacDougal, Alasdair and Iona MacDougal (NPCs)
What: Morag's mother does not approve of her husband's choice of lullabies.
When: December 1980
Where: The MacDougal estate in Dumfries, Scotland
Rating: G
Status: Closed; complete

( That is not appropriate material for a lullaby! )

Who: Morag MacDougal and NPC Buttercup Tuor
What: Rabbit set Morag up on a blind date. With his sister. Morag is Not Pleased.
When: June 25, 2008, 9pm
Where: Rabbit's flat
Rating: PG-13
Status: Closed; complete

( I'm...supposed to be meeting someone here for a blind date. Have you seen them around yet? )

Who: Anyone investigating the storms
What: After finding out about the storms, the Regulators formed a plan of sorts. Base camp is set up and Regulators try and put plans into action. Presumably.
Where: Atnaharra, Scotland
When: Friday June 27th, possibly into 28th
Rating: PG-13
Status: Open; complete

The handwriting on the owl back to "his" lab had been sloppy, small and squashed in an effort to get everything he wanted and his ideas onto the small bit of parchment. In the middle of the parchment, large, printed and underlined a few times he had written that there was to be no magic used in construction, or at the very least the smallest amount possible. Honestly, Ben wasn't sure how quickly they could do it but he had faith in the researchers.

Glancing up at the skies, again--it had become almost a habit in the past few hours--Ben glanced at his watch and then turned, hand going to his wand to construct a tent of sorts. He almost had it out, too, before he remembered and he scowled darkly at himself before starting to labour, doing his best to pitch the large tent before giving up. There was no way in hell he was going to get it up; he hadn't the first clue how such things worked. Camping had never been a hobby of his.

"I'll just stand under that tree, there," he mumbled. "Seems well safe, if it just goes for magic."

Who: Anyone investigating the storms
What: The Regulators find out about the storms in Altnaharra. The Unspeakables aren't happy about this. They both try to fix things before everyone dies.
Where: Altnaharra, Scotland
When: Friday, June 27
Rating: TBD. Violence expected. And language.
Status: Closed; incomplete.

"They're going to fuck everything up," Rabbit growled as he closed the cathedral doors behind him, soaked to the bone and paler han a ghost. It was pouring now, lightning driving everyone to their cellars, setting homes and trees on fire, like a biblical plague. It was almost poetic how they had chosen the cathedral to meet, the only spot in town that remained unscathed.

The storm they had seen a few days ago was like a puppy compared to its fury now, and the map on his back was almost impossible to decipher - the flesh there constantly moving, ripping away from the bone as it painted out the storm's field, keeping his shirt and bandages soaked in blood. There was nothing to do about that now, other than keep drinking the pain and blood replenishing potions. He would be damned if the Regulators made this worse in their incompetence and haste. "Aren't they supposed to deal with penguins and shite like that?"

"Who else is coming?"

( Emergency Owls Sent, Tightly Warded to All Unspeakables )

( Owl to Morag, sent Wednesday morning )

( Owl to Seren Fawcett )



( Highly warded Owl to Morag MacDougal )



( Even more heavily warded owl to Graham Pritchard )

Who: Rabbit Tuor and Graham Pritchard, others who want to jump in.
What: Investigating the disappearance of Space Field Agents Alexander Eisenstaedt and Sabrina Aten.
Where: Altnaharra, Scotland
When: Sunday, June 22, night
Rating: NC-17
Status: Open; incomplete.

"You know, I saw this movie once, where these people made these things by sticking... something in the ground during this crazy storm. You ever seen it?" Rabbit asked as they headed toward the lake, his eyes on the rapidly thickening clouds ahead. "I think it might have been a chick flick... that blonde bird - short, cute, oddly shaped face? She was in it with that uh... the scruffy guy who usually plays some lawyer or doctor or something. If we're still around tomorrow night we should try it - the stick thing. Make some pretty sculptures to sell to the villagers. I don't know about you, but I don't get paid enough." He muttered a curse as the sky lit up wildly for a brief moment, "Definitely not enough for this."

Another flash went off, brighter and more powerful this time. "We flying?"

Who: The Unspeakables
Where: the ugly staff lounge outside the Space department
When: Thursday 12 June, around 4
What: A discussion of the impending arrivals.
Rating: PGish? for language
Status: Open; in progress
Notes: I know we're fighting time zones here like whoa so I'm not setting order. Don't feel like you guys have to wait for me or anything. I'll respond as/when I can.


The staff lounge was, as usual, relatively empty, something for which Pritchard was remotely thankful. He liked it, sparse as it was. His predecessor had believed firmly that making the area as ugly as possible would result in people working rather than spending all of their time in that space. Pritchard hadn't personally noticed any of that - what he had noticed was a frequent habit of lounging around the chambers that lined the department, trying to see who could charm the most interesting object to float or how long it took a bug to freeze in mid-air and loud verbal contemplating of whether or not space was actually all that cold. He wasn't quite sure that classified as actually working.

He preferred a book.

Propping up a copy of Year with the Yeti next to a teakettle that had last seen use in 1972, judging by the rusting on the spout, Graham yawned and leaned against the counter, contemplating what he'd say to the next person in the door. As he heard it swing open, he decided not to contemplate any longer.

"Oi, you hear about those budget cuts? Looks like we're getting..." And he tried to hide the disdain in his voice but failed. "Regulators."