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]

[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.