Regulation and Control

Who: Will Burke and Viola Marlowe
What: Instilling culture in Vi's head and Muggle culture in Will's. Plus heaps of drowning and some zombie monkeys.
When: Sunday, 3 August 2008
Where: The Tate Britain art gallery
Rating: G.
Status: Closed; Complete.

( This is a brain malfunction caused by irreparable and irreversible brain damage done to me by your presence. )

Who: William Burke and Graham Pritchard
What: A surprise visit! (So much of a surprise Will's player doesn't even know.)
When: Saturday, August 2, early, early morning
Where: Will's manor
Rating: TBD
Status: Closed; in progress

His hand rattled the doorframe as he beat against it quickly. Graham wasn't mad enough to Apparate in, not at this hour of the morning when he knew that Will would likely be asleep. There was an advantage, he thought to himself, to Will's romanticism - he never had to worry about whether or not the other man had pulled. But his hand was shaking as he slammed it against the door, trembling as he caught sight of the Prophet carelessly lying against a nearby stoop. They had died. They had died and all he could think about was whether or not he was the next on the list.

( Tightly warded Owl to William Burke )

( Memo to all Regulators, Friday afternoon )

( additional note appended to William Burke's memo, warded his eyes only )

( Owl to Lavender Brown )

( Owl to William Burke )

Who: William Burke & Lavender Brown
What: A date at a wizarding carnival
Where: Cliffs on Inishmaan
When: 4pm, Friday, 11 July
Rating: PG?
Status: Closed;Complete

From a distance it likely looked like any other carnival, assuming you were a muggle and able to see it all. There was a giant Ferris wheel, a couple rollercoasters, one of those ships that swung through the air and the standard assortment. It was only as one drew closer that the differences were seen. They were subtle at first. The ship that swung through the air wasn't attached to anything. The rollercoaster had fake flying carpets instead of a chain of cars that followed a track and had no visible restraint. The Ferris wheel had seats suspended between the large metal wheels without any discernible fixtures attaching them to it. To someone who wasn't used to all the things magic could be used for it could have been rather disconcerting. William Burke had been raised in this world, though. He'd seen a muggle amusement park once. It looked so strange to him, unreliable and creaky. This was so much more secure. Magic. And the rides made no noise as they worked. There was nothing but the swoosh of the air around you and the screaming of people as they plunged toward on a carpet. The danger was both more real and less on those rides.

They'd agreed to meet at the gates of the carnival. It was easier that way, really. Will was acutely aware of his financial status and the ways in which that could cause problems. There was an intimidation factor with people. There was that feeling like they didn't fit. He didn't want Lavender to find out about the money yet. He didn't want her to feel that. He wanted her comfortable with him. Will wanted her to trust him. A carnival, he'd thought, kept them on even footing until he earned that from her.

His eyes were fixed on on the light he could see reflecting off the exposed, shifting mirrors of a fun house inside the carnival as he waited for her to show up. Will held in his hand a single purple morning glory for her.

( Owl to Charlie Weasley, Scamander Park )

Who: William Burke, Shada Burke(NPC), Vanessa (NPC), Vanessa's Mum (NPC)
What: Proof that he used to be a social creature
Where: Diagon Alley
When: Spring 1986
Rating: G
Status: Closed;Complete

( I’d like you to do the...the adult part. Where you guys say it’s okay. )

Who: William Burke and Lavender Brown, with a cameo by Graham Pritchard
What: Lavender goes to visit Deputy Capt. Hook
Where: St. Mungos
When: Saturday 5th July, afternoon
Rating: R for language and mentions of cannibalism.
Status: Closed; complete

Sometimes Lavender was slightly annoyed at the fact that she didn't have a proper nine to five job like nearly everybody else seemed to. There wasn't something to keep her occupied during the day, every day. There wasn't anything that needed seeing to instantly, paperwork to be filled in. Sure, she got work but it wasn't steady work and sometimes it didn't really pay all that well. The weekend was slow and that was unusual. It had her slightly antsy, yearning to actually go out and do something but there wasn't much she could do after cleaning the house and the grounds.

After having sat about for what felt like a good half of the day, she eventually just got up and walked out of the house. She didn't have any real place to go in mind; she just walked. And Apparated. Dartmoor had some interesting towns, and shops, but she'd been to them all before. She hated being cooped up for too long in the house and already trawled quite a few of the towns, been in every shop--there was only so many times she could look at a bunch of shoes without wanting to scream, grab one of the stilettos and drive it through the bitchy sales assistant's eyes. It was a fantasy she'd never indulge, no matter how many pointed remarks the woman made at her. So, she avoided the shop, ducking into a newsagents across the road instead. She had no intention to buy anything, but she still did, hovering near the card rack and grinning slightly to herself as she picked one out and paid for it, as well as a bunch of other things from the shelves.

It was only when she exited the shop that Lavender realised what she had done. Staring down at the bag, she shrugged. "Oh, well. Fate is telling me something." It was said with a wry smile and she ducked behind the shop, then, Apparating to London with a sharp crack!

Entering Mungo's, Lavender spent a while trying to first locate somebody to tell her where the bloody room was and then another what seemed like half an hour trying to find it. When she finally got to the right floor, she turned the knob and stepped through saying, mostly to herself, "Please, God, tell me this is the right room. I've already walked into a million wrong ones."

Who: William Burke & Viola Marlowe
What: Muldjewangk's and Vi Teddy Bears and Hooks
Where: Will's Hospital room
When: Yesterday, 3rd July, sometime after Rabbit left
Rating: PG
Status: Log;Complete

( He even wibbled a little. )

Who: William Burke
What: Unanswered letters to Graham during the Sierra Leone conflict
Where: Asia, Europe, North America, South America, Antarctica
When: From January 2000 through October 2001
Rating: R for Language
Status: Narrative; Complete
Warnings: Intermittent Angst

( Rroma would practically stalk me and they’d all talk about this mutation, this dark thing extinguishing light. It was sort of interesting the first time, but it was obviously bollocks that time. It’s just really creepy and fucking annoying now. )

Who: William Burke and Rabbit Tuor
What: He was going to bring porn, but poor guy lost his wanking hand. How tragic.
Where: St. Mungo's
When: July 3, 2008
Rating: Likely R for language
Status: Closed; Inomplete

Merlin, he really hated hospitals. He knew he had thought that recently, the memory of the sterile walls and half-faded recollection of waking up during a procedure still fresh in his mind. Likely warped thanks to the potions he had been on. But fresh. Being in Mungo's as a visitor was even worse though, and it was a testament to Burke that he wasn't making up a hundred excuses to avoided coming: ones that ranged from 'Woozle choked on Seren's purple cat! Self-defense, I swear it was self-defense.' to 'They moved up my brother's sex-change operation and I need to be there to say hello to Gastbia.'

Maybe he should have been a writer. He doubted they visited hospitals often... well, maybe psychiatric wards. Either way, it was too late now, and Rabbit was at the door sooner than he wanted to be, food in hand. Hospital food was worse than the potions they gave you.

After knocking once, he opened the door enough to peek his head in, not wanting to get a view of Will's ass if it was up in the air. Or if he was having sex with that Laura girl.

No such fate.

"Hey," he said cheerfully, without a false note in his voice. "You up for a visitor? I brought food... ice cream."

Who: Will Burke & Graham Pritchard
What: Waking up and revelations
Where: Will's hospital room
When: 3-4ish am Tuesday, 1st July Backdated
Rating: R (they swear a lot)
Status: Log; Complete
Warnings: Angst. Mention of underage sex/prostitution. Did I mention the swearing?

( You weren't allowed to be shy, Will, or ashamed. It was a luxury. )

Who: the Altnaharra Regulators and Unspeakables
What: Charlie and Graham have concocted a plan - now it's time to execute it.
Where: Altnaharra, Scotland
When: Saturday, June 28, after dark
Rating: TBD, probably some language, violence involved
Status: Open; in progress
Notes: This thread may be long in operating but let's assume the case ends up closed as a result.

The bomber jacket covered his arm nicely, Pritchard thought as he finally finished tugging it over the bandages, his eyes bright from the potion that he'd slipped to force energy through his veins. An old trick learned in the war and one that he hoped would last long enough to get him over the clouds and down again, his reflexes were rapidly sharpening as he picked up the borrowed Nimbus and glanced at the small group that he saw in the distance. Leaning it back down against the tree, he shoved his glasses up higher on his nose and breathed hard, waiting for the Guernian elixir to have its full effect. He wouldn't go up until it had taken full hold - he needed the strength.

His eyes surveyed the group, waiting for them to set into their formations after the announcement of the plan. He knew that Burke wouldn't take it well, but Tuor at least would back him up. With a wry smile, he hoped that it wouldn't be Tuor acting as his second to bring the creature down.

Who: Graham Pritchard & William Burke...and then Seren Fawcett
What: Mates catch up during their moment of calm. Seren attempts to heal Graham, emotions implode, yelling ensues.
Where: Altnaharra, Scotland - behind the cathedral they're all holed up at
When: Friday, June 27, the hours before dawn after this
Rating: PG-13
Status: Closed; Complete.

Everyone was inside the cathedral where Goldstein had set up shop to wait out the storm and wait on Dunstan's people to complete whatever bomb they could think up. There wasn't anything to do but wait, wander, meander. The flight from his encounter with that thing, which he'd filled everyone in on once they'd gotten inside, had his adrenaline high enough that he couldn't quite sit still. It didn't take long to find Pritchard outside, scribbling something or other in his journal.

"Ought you to be writing with an arm like that?" The disapproval in his voice was thick as he glared at the arm which was bandaged up haphazardly. His left hand. His dominant hand. And, therefore, his casting hand. "Shouldn't you have Goldstein doing something that for that?"

Who: Vi Marlowe & William Burke
What: Testing the theory that Vi's an electrical null the hard way
Where: Altnaharra, Scotland
When: Friday, June 27, soon after this
Rating: TBD
Status: Open; Complete.

Will had apparated from inside of the cathedral to his home to fetch his broom very quickly before apparating right back. The moments of silence and sun at home were enough to quiet his mind again and allow him to think clearly. This was stupid. He should send Goldstein up into that damnable storm but realistically if he only ended up partially injured by the thing then he needed Goldstein to fix him, though Will didn't exactly have the most faith in the Healer if he was honest. It was that feeling that Goldstein could do a lot more than he ever lived up to being. Potential unspent was never reassuring.

Once back at the Cathedral he'd fetched Viola and gone outside to figure out their course of action. He was standing closer to the blonde than he would with anyone normally, banking on her being his protection from the wrath of the storm all around them. "I think if we fly out," he pointed over her shoulder in a wide arch to show where he was talking about, "then we can get far enough away from the storm to gain the height we need quicker. It'll be easier to go at it in a straight line once we've got the height rather than try to go through the heart of it. Also, if I'm wrong about you then we've got a better chance of only coming out with massive amounts of pain and charring rather than death. This isn't foolproof, you realise. I'm pretty sure you'll sort of ward off the lightning, but it's possible it'll get us. The less magic we use, though, the better off we'll be and we don't intend to use our wands at all, right?" He raised an eyebrow at her to confirm but he was sure she'd be fine with not casting spells. She was the most muggle witch he'd ever known of.

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: Regulators investigating the storms
What: The Regulators find out about the storms in Altnaharra and are sent by their fearless leader to look into it. They meet up and form a plan so that they can then form an actual plan.
Where: Altnaharra, Scotland
When: Friday, June 27
Rating: TBD
Status: Open; Complete.

After leaving the Unspeakables to form their plan Will had ran out of sight to pull off the ring which had his glamour attached to it. The moment the ring was dropped into his pocket and lacked contact with his skin the illusion of Betsy was gone. Why's he always got to give me idiot bird names? What had been disguised as a purse before could now be seen for what it was, a very old text. The text, in fact, he'd found his answers in.

The storm was getting more violent with every passing moment. Wind was thrashing, rain going every which way as the deafening crack of thunder promised an agonising death. Just what he needed today, right? Will apparated to the designated meeting point for the Regulators only to find no one else had shown yet. "Fucking lovely." He had come early to give Pritch the information he had but he hadn't realised he'd been all that early. The rain soaked him but the book in his arms remained untouched, warded against every element he could think of before he came up. Now all he had to do was wait for the others to show.