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(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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*winks* We own him, don't we?

Oh, absolutely. I just don't think he's quite realized that.

*would love to dispute that*

*has no earthly way of doing so*

*evil yet adorable laugh*

He may be starting to get the idea, though. *looks at Methos* But then again, I don't think he cares that much, do you?

I think he'd care real quick if we went on strike.

He would, wouldn't he? All that zombie goo and not a library assistant in sight. ~~Also I might know where the key to Special Collections got flooded out to. Want a copy?~~

I might know too. And I might know how to change the locks. *tries desperately to look in charge*

You might. Or you might be bluffing. We could just agree not to put it to a test, given that you might also have library assistants with lock-picking skills. *is very impressed by the in-charge look, no, really*

~~*wordlessly pulls her lockpicking kit from her pocket just long enough for him to see it*~~

I just don't know what he would do. ~~Yes, please.~~

It would be sad, though. We couldn't do that to him, could we? ~~Cool. Tomorrow?~~

Oh, no. It would be--funny's probably not the word I'm looking for--mean. ~~Yeah, sure. You can give it to me when we go back to the salt mines. Er. Library.~~

Too mean for nice, impressionable young high school girls like us. *nods seriously* ~~Great. Because right now it's safely hidden.~~

*snickers slightly at Methos*

*gives Mr. McLeod wide eyes, though she's struggling to keep her expression straight*

Are you a goblin too, Mr. McLeod?

Worse. He's Scottish.

Oh, my. *giggles*

Whaddya you mean, "worse"? *loud snort* Like it's that much better to be British.

Was that directed at me? Given that I've been around longer than there has beein a "Britian", it's a bit difficult to pin an "ish" on me. Pangea-ish?

You can't get a name much more Brit than Adam Pierson.

Ah, but that which we call a rose would still draw a lot of blood.

~~You couldn't pronounce my original name, Woad-Boy. Even if I could remember it.~~

*Weighs the idea of bribing Janet to slip limes into Methos' inbox.*

~~Just you wait. You'll learn. See how you like it next time there's a zombie infestation.~~

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