game comm ► the DEPARTMENT

WHO Fiona Campbell and Elinora Umbridge
WHAT 'How are you doing?' gone bad <-- THREADING CHALLENGE
WHEN Thursday morning
WHERE Atrium, receptionist desk
RATING/WARNINGS TBD
STATUS In progress
TO BE AIRED Yes

( Good morning, Fiona! And how are you today? )

( confessional three, by jim potter, starring lystrom nott. )

SEEN AND FILMED: Lystrom marching after Jim, Bark behind him, shouting, “What did you say in there?! Say it to my face, Jim! Say it to my face!!” Jim shrugs him off, eventually delivering a heated, “FUCK OFF, LYSTROM,” before turning a corner to make his escape.

Lystrom lingers in the hallway, uneasy. Eventually, he crouches in the floor to take Bark’s face with his hands and say to her, “He didn’t mean what he said, did he? That wasn’t what he meant, was it? It can’t be, not from Jim...”

After a moment, he, too, leaves.

WHO Jim Potter (nsfw) & Spencer Muñoz-Boehm (simpler)
WHAT A tender moment??? TROLOLOL jk
WHEN Thursday, April 25, afternoon, immediately after this
WHERE random hallway near the confessional booth
RATING/WARNINGS PG-13 for a bit of language
STATUS complete
TO BE AIRED you betcha

( Then he had to speak. Some more. She wasn’t sure as to why no one had ever told Potter not to do such a thing often. )

( Judge Rex Warbeck -- Confessional )

WHO Lystrom Nott and the Notts
WHAT Later that night, Lystrom takes the time to recall, mull over, and finally accept what happened between him and one of his best friends, Jim Potter.
WHEN 11:30PM of April 25
WHERE Yaxley, Cambridgeshire
RATING/WARNINGS PG-13 for language and some suggestive concepts lolol.
STATUS Finished.
TO BE AIRED No except for...
SEEN AND FILMED After the confessional, Lystrom returned to his desk and appeared to be absorbed by his work, not talking to anyone, not even with his characteristic explosions of verbal abuse and sarcasm. At quitting time, he went straight home, still looking silent and clearly bothered.

( And where do I even begin? Eight hours ago? Or ten years in the past? )

( Memos (kind of) sent around on Thursday morning. )