npc. (reoccurnpc) wrote in reoccurrence, @ 2020-07-25 22:21:00 |
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WHO. Everybody!
WHERE. Lufkin Park.
WHEN. Saturday 25th July, afternoon.
WHAT. A garden party in celebration of the reoccurred.
1PM-3PM. The party kicked off in the early afternoon, wasting no time getting into the swing of things with glasses of champagne and trays of canapes hovering over to guests upon their arrival. Given the size of the park (think Wizarding equivalent of Hyde Park) and the need to prevent crashers, it took place in a specifically gated off area with a single entrance and exit kitted out with a security crew dedicated to making sure everybody had a ticket. Once inside, guests found a quaint scene before them: charmed instruments set up to play soft jazz, tables of nibbles, and an open bar, stocking a variety of beers, wines, and spirits. Bottles were charmed to float about and refill guests' glasses if they dipped too low, and trays of food also continued to circulate throughout the afternoon. A number of parasols and tables were set up to offer people places to sit and grant some shade from the sun. A large banner floated above the party proudly displaying the slogan WELCOMING THE NEW and the posters produced last week were also hosted on boards close to the food and drink. There was a small stage set up at the head of the enclosed area and if guests asked any of the staff, they were told that there would be speeches and a special performance later. The Minister and Rourke were both in attendance, schmoozing, shaking hands, thanking community members for their efforts, and thanking and congratulating the reoccurred for completing the rehabilitation programme. 3PM. The Minister will say a few short words, followed by a short speech from Emilia and a performance by Celestina Warbeck. At least, that was what was written on Emilia's schedule. What actually happened was that the Minister took to the small stage, smiled into the sun's glare, and got halfway through another chunk of nice-sounding but hollow Ministry rhetoric before he was quite dramatically interrupted. Unbeknownst to the other guests, Tonks and Fred had spent some time the days before plotting and preparing, and had the place rigged up with booby traps ready to be triggered by Tonks' murmuring a carefully selected phrase whenever she felt the timing was right. The Minister paused for a few moments, cleared his throat, and she muttered aubergine pig before taking a quick sip of her wine and joining in the collective surprise at what happened next. A golden snitch flew out from one of the bushes, launched itself high in the sky above the party, and started writing big pink letters across the sky, spelling out THIS IS A WASTE OF YOUR TAXES. - RR At the same time, confetti and colourful slips of parchment fell out of the trees and floated about the air in a flurry. The slips read: The Reoccurred Resistance is fighting against a one size fits all response for the people returning to life. Innocent, law abiding witches and wizards are legally being treated as criminals. Undue burdens are being placed on family members who have to care for reoccurred unable to procure limited employment. People's money is being wasted on ineffective bureaucratic excess and unnecessary programs. We fight for common sense approaches from a Ministry looking more and more like the Fudge years, to benefit both the Reoccurred and the entire community. While the responses of the guests was mixed – predominantly surprise, with some claps and some grimaces, the Minister gaped and stumbled for words. It was Emilia who took action, holding her wand to her throat to amplify her words, stepping forward on the stage and choosing to skip the rest of the speeches entirely. With a painfully fake smile she announced, "Now, for Celestina Warbeck!" As the songstress stepped up the Ministry staff retreated from the stage, converging in a corner to discuss amongst themselves. Given the height of the writing it was privately decided that any attempt to remove it would alert suspicions from muggles. Therefore, it stayed lingering in the sky for half an hour before steadily fading away. |