The Library

[janet_fraiser]

Janet slides gracefully down the halls of Fandom High, surveying everyone she passes. She reaches the door to the library, flips the sign to open, and walks in.

Today Janet is wearing makeup. Janet has never once worn makeup and only occasionally painted her nails. Her finger and toe nails are painted a burnished copper, her lips are a dark red, and her eyes have been rimmed with green and copper eye shadow, and thick black eyeliner, almost like kohl. She is wearing sandals, a long, spreading russet orange skirt, and a midriff-baring black tank top that looks suspiciously like it might belong to Aeryn.

Oddly enough, she has no coffee on hand.

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[prof-methos.livejournal.com]

Methos comes stumbling out from the back where he keeps his cot (yes, he hasn't gotten around to finding a place to stay) and is shocked that Janet is a) here already and b) has no coffee in sight. He notices that the library is weirdly full of students on the one day he doesn't bother to get dressed before peeking out and so he's standing there with hair rumbled wearing boxers and a t-shirt.

Without a word he disappears, coming back five minutes later wearing a sweater and jeans. He steps up to 'Janet' and half-teasingly hipchecks her away from the computer. "Scoot. Go shelve books or something."

[janet_fraiser]

Janet stands and whirls toward Methos. "You dare to command us away from our computer?" she snaps, then flings her hand up to point at the library's computer, which is standing, unused, a foot away and is connected to Janet's laptop by some network cables. "We have no need to use your inferior systems."

She sits back down, angry, and starts typing away furiously. Should Methos happen to inspect the screen, the language is similar to Egyptian, but just different enough that he cannot read it. (OOC: *cough*Goa'uld*cough*)

Angry icon! Hee! And you totally did that to tick Hathor!Janet off. *giggles*

[prof-methos.livejournal.com]

[OOC: Totally intended, m'dear. Hah! Also... Methos? Nosy. Not just because of the nose, though it helps.]

"Oookay," Methos says, backing the hell off. Not before he takes a peek at the screen, and then stops and stares. It's a form of Egyptian hieroglyphs, but not a form he recognizes. Rather, he recognizes but can't read it. If he recalls correctly, it's a form that died out before he was born, and the texts written in it were as puzzling to the ancient Egyptians as their hieroglyphs were to modern -- modern being anything in the last three hundred years -- scholars.

Quite aside from Janet acting strangely -- and he'd only known her, what, less than a month? -- he could have just misread her. But the hieroglphs meant something...

[janet_fraiser]

OOC: Hee! I love it!

Janet slammed the screen of her laptop closed. "Do not continue to intrude where you are not wanted," she snapped, then reached and grabbed a sheaf of paperwork to alphabetize.

[prof-methos.livejournal.com]

"Okay, Janet, let's get this clear. My library. I'm wanted *everywhere* in here and apparently throughout much of the student body."

*considers asking, "Are you okay?" but figures that the answer is going be, "Duh, no," so doesn't bother*

[janet_fraiser]

Janet glares at the professor and goes back to what she was doing.

OOC

[prof-methos.livejournal.com]

Oooo! Oooo! Oooo! *jumps up and down waving hand* Can I have Methos copy a bit over Janet's shoulder and go take it to Danny? Please? Methos will totally miscopy because it's just vaguely familiar-looking squiggles to him (unless you would like info communicated), but I've been dying to get Methos and Danny in the same room and this is perfect.

Re: OOC

[janet_fraiser]

We should email about this one, trust me.

[swerval_zero]

*blink*

What is your squalling problem?

(ooc: Hee!)

[janet_fraiser]

*furious glare*

We do not have a problem. We think it is you that appears to have a problem.

OOC: *giggles* I am so feeling the lack of a cape for Hathor to sweep around with too. *is saddened*

[swerval_zero]

Well, you're talking in plurals an' have apparently decided you're queen of the squallin' universe, which seems like a problem to me. Is it that time of the month?

(ooc: Hathor so needs a cape.)

[swerval_zero]

*stares at Professor Methos in his PJs until he disappears again, then swears and waits for him to come back*

*presents him with coffee* Professor, I need to speak to you about my hours for the next week or so.

[prof-methos.livejournal.com]

Blessings upon you, my child. *sips* Now, what did you need? Time off?

[swerval_zero]

Um, yes, I'm afraid so. I, um, have to be a lab rat. And clean the entire campus. So...time off would be really swerval.

I would, of course, still bring coffee every morning. I just won't really have time to stick around. *Zero really doesn't want to anger any more teachers.*

[prof-methos.livejournal.com]

*Methos chokes slightly on the coffee*

I'm having a hard time imagining what you could have done to warrent making you clean the entire campus. You know, aside from shooting a teacher.

*waves hand* Go. Don't worry about the coffee, I will muddle through on my own. *glances askance at 'Janet' at the desk* Somehow.

[swerval_zero]

Well...have you seen the roof of the dorm?

Thank you, sir. I'm terribly sorry about this. Good luck with her...she's in a fine mood for some reason.

*the thing about 'shooting a teacher' filters through*

*slightly panicky* I'm sorry!

[janet_fraiser]

OOC: Oh, she's actually working. Sort of, in between having imperious hissyfits and bitching out those that raise her ire. Which is, like, everyone but Belthazor so far today.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Professor Methos?" Parker gives him one of the coffees. "Happy Monday. For you."