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[mrdmacleod.livejournal.com]

(Apologes for being MIA yesterday. It would have been timed runs and drills designed to assess fitness levels.)

The class today focuses on aerobics drills that bear no little resemblance to combat forms. More kick boxing than dance.

A table outside the gym holds a sign up sheet for gymnastics practice once a week, as well as another for track, and tai chi.

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[mrdmacleod.livejournal.com]

Duncan looks around and grins when he sees Methos. He waves him over.

[prof-methos.livejournal.com]

Duncan MacLeod of the Clan MacLeod. I'd offer you a beer, but I haven't got any. I heard you stopped by the library after the zombie infestation; unfortunately I was drunk off my ass indisposed.

So what are you doing here teaching gym?

[mrdmacleod.livejournal.com]

I needed something to keep me out of trouble. Yeah, I noticed you seemed a little busy. How goes removing the zombie soup from the books?

[prof-methos.livejournal.com]

I have hapless minions doing the work. It suits me.

[mrdmacleod.livejournal.com]

:laughs: It would. Though I'm not sure I'd consider those kids helpless. :shakes his head: You know, I need more minions.

[prof-methos.livejournal.com]

Well, you can't have mine. I'm fond enough of them that I threw myself in between them and zombies.

...course, managed to get myself shot that way.

[mrdmacleod.livejournal.com]

Shot. Would I be right in guessing in public?

[prof-methos.livejournal.com]

*winces* Yeah. Well, in front of the students. And a few teachers. Considering how odd this school is, I don't know if that counts... *sighs* Yeah, in public.

[mrdmacleod.livejournal.com]

In public. *nods and reaches over to smack Methos on the head* You're as bad as Amanda on that damned Eiffel Tower. And you haven't got the legs to get away with as much trouble as she does.

[swerval_zero]

I said I was sorry!

[mrdmacleod.livejournal.com]

Don't worry, he gets that a lot.

[swerval_zero]

Shot?

[janet_fraiser]

*snorts and glares at Methos*

Minions? You give me unfettered access to Special Collections and the right to terrorize hapless students, I keep said hapless students away from you. Sounds like an even trade to me, don't you think?

[janet_fraiser]

OOC: Methos, Adam, whoever. :)

[prof-methos.livejournal.com]

It's so good to see you trembling in terror of me, Janet. Gee, I really hope you lost that sweater with my blood on it.

[janet_fraiser]

I have no fear for you, Prof, sorry. But together our combined crankiness can make the collective students tremble. Hell no, buster, I plan on researching the hell out of that zombie goo. And possibly you too.

[mrdmacleod.livejournal.com]

You let her get hold of your blood? *second smack*

[prof-methos.livejournal.com]

Hello! Just been bit by a zombie! And stop it with the smacking. People will think we're in love.

[mrdmacleod.livejournal.com]

I doubt you're a minion. More of an evil accomplice, I'm thinkin'.

[janet_fraiser]

*turns to Methos* See? I knew the gym teacher looked like a perceptive guy. Don't you think? *turns back to MacLeod and gestures to Methos* So you know this lunatic from way back, I take it?

[mrdmacleod.livejournal.com]

Yeah. But he's not my fault. *holds up hands in defensive posture*

[janet_fraiser]

See, if he were your friend? He'd have told you not to get a job here. This place is crazy.

[prof-methos.livejournal.com]

See? I knew the gym teacher looked like a perceptive guy.

Ah, but youth is a notoriously poor judge of character.

[mrdmacleod.livejournal.com]

Hmm. How does age judge the person who *was* considering buying the first round later?

[janet_fraiser]

You don't look so old yourself there, prof.

OOC: *snicker*