Friday Afternoon

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

Class over, she packed up her things. It was Friday...and she wanted to make good on a come-on from earlier an offering of friendship.

Walking into the library, she looked around.

"Adam?"

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[janet_fraiser]

"Hey," said Janet from her post at the computer. "I don't think the prof's had his coffee yet, so he might be sleeping cataloging in Special Collections. Hold on and I'll check." Janet grabbed the key to Special Collections and let herself in, closing the door behind her.

OOC: Adam's mun has limited computer access 'til her computer gets fixed. But she'll see this and post, it just might take a while. I figured I'd give CJ some reason to be standing around waiting while I explained to you OOC the player's computer issues. :)

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

Thanks, Janet.

*Wanders around looking at the progress of zombie clean up*




((ooc: That's cool, CJ can be disappointed. This was totally impromptu))

[prof-methos.livejournal.com]

{OOC: Bless you for catching! I'm here!]

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

(OOC: Uh-oh. Relationship angst. Beka is prepared with Kleenex boxes. *snicker*)

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

((ooc; hee...prolly not so much, but he and CJ had a nice chat the other day...of course, if one were inclined to be angsty...))

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

((OOC: Go for it. Beka's in emo-angst hell over Sam being back. *sighs and pats Beka* She loves Sam, a lot. But her family dynamic just got frelled and she's scared. Talking to poor Ten is just what she needs. *snerk*))

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

((ooc: Yeah, you two have a nice chat. *heh*))

[prof-methos.livejournal.com]

*emerges from the bowels of Special Collections*

Janet, I think there's a cat back there. A really cranky cat.

*sees CJ, grins* Hello. Can I offer you a book on hypnosis, or have you come by for another reason.

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

*Smiles brightly*

Actually, I came to see if you'd like to get some lunch. I was going to walk down to the Perkolator and get a latte, and thought maybe you were burned out on game shows.

[prof-methos.livejournal.com]

A man cannot burn out on game shows, for in game shows there is all that life has to offer. Or maybe I just heard that on a game show.

Janet, I'm going to lunch. Make sure the cat doesn't get out.

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

Marvelous! Let's go.




((I'm going to start a new post, but do not have the coding skillz on this cpu))

[janet_fraiser]

"I hate you," said Janet. "Have fun at lunch, and I'll just box this little beastie up for you to deal with when you get back."

[janet_fraiser]

"Yeah, yeah, I see it!" yelled Janet from inside Special Collections. "Ow, you little freak!" she snapped, and a cat yowled in return.

[prof-methos.livejournal.com]

{{OOC: FWIW, I'm imagining it looking much like this (http://www.koalie.net/Walks/200310-CA-J9-11/20031007160316-med.jpg): sleek, elegant, and cranky.))

[prof-methos.livejournal.com]

[[OOC: Less cranky version. (http://www.koalie.net/Walks/200310-CA-J9-11/20031007160326-med.jpg)]]

[swerval_zero]

Aww, issa kitty!

[julian-lawless.livejournal.com]

OOC: *snickers and joins in the insanity*

A blur of seal point fur flies past Janet (giving her a nasty scratch in the process), dodges Methos, and arrows past Professor Cregg before doubling back into the general stacks. A plaintive feline wail echoes through the library, the unmistakable cry of "What's going on, and why is no one feeding me?"