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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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*lingers on the edges until Duncan senses him and comes over*

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

*goes to class*

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?

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?

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

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

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.

Shot. Would I be right in guessing in public?

*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.

*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?

OOC: Methos, Adam, whoever. :)

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.~~

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.

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

Hey! I will have you know I have fantastic legs. *And* a great ass.

And, anyway, that's not even my worst problem.

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.~~

*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?

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

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

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

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

You've got worse?

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

It's funny you should mention Amanda... didn't you tell me once that she had a student, some Immortal that managed to survive even though his first death was at about 11?

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

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