fandomhigh | Library - CLOSED - 19 OCT -- NOW NFB

Lee is, omg, sad as he wanted to study in the library today.

Is there anything Lee can't turn into an opportunity to be OMGsad over? I mean, it's like this incredible gift, bestowed upon him by the gods, to be attractively emo at the drop of a hat and turn every opportunity into picturesque angst.

I tell you, the gods weep at the single, perfect tear produced by such otherwise plebian announcements as 'it might rain today'. Come to me, my emo children, and worship at the feet of your god!

((OOC: Not that the entire thing wasn't OOC, but I love poor Lee and his unending stream of things that make him sad/offended/outraged/emo.))

[[The library will now never open again, because you've KILLED THE LIBRARIAN. You managed to answer the ancient question: Would an Immortal die if he laughed his head off?]]

Small voice. "I just really wanted to study in the library. It's nice in there. Has windows and everything."

((OOC: *CRACKS UP SO MUCH*))

Janet opens the door, pokes her head out, and gives Lee a sympathetic look. "You don't want to be in here today," she says. "Trust me." She gives his biceps a quick ~~leer~~ peek before she closes the door up again and locks it.

Um, thanks Janet!" he replies to the quickly shutting door. "Hope everything is alright!"

Lee doesn't understand why women ~~leer at~~ are attracted to his arms. Perhaps he will ask Parker since she knows the answer to everything.

_{[ooc: that's right, come and ask me more questions. Just make sure you're wearing a tank top when you do so, sport.]}

[ooc: *snuggles poor, studious Lee ~~and his sexy arms~~]

[*Does not ogle. Nope. Not me.*

*Also does not curse fact that she is almost Lee's height, and can't ask him to reach things for her*]

OOC: *dies*

[omg *dies laughing*]

OOC: Can I be in here? Am I one of the people you presumed to be arguing? :)

[OOC: Yup, I figure it's the four of us in there yelling. :)]

OOC: OMG, yes. So much.

OOC: Maybe you want to edit the post to let library staff know it's a library staff meeting? :)

Janet stood, arms crossed, and glared impartially.

The note said not to let him in ever. Which I don't understand, since Zombie Weekend he was a bloody ~~boy scout~~ hero.

[OOC: Launching into what we were talking about...]

"Okay," said Janet. "I heard about this on the radio last night. When did we start deciding some people were cool enough to get the special books and some weren't?"

Parker looked defensive. "When we realized they'd like to kill us? Gee, I thought that was a pretty good criteria."

"So now the library is censoring people based on your perceptions of their motives?" asked Janet. "I mean, seriously, what are they going to do, brain us with the Encyclopedia Britannica? Okay, Angelus, evil guy, vampire, but where on Earth do you get 'he would like to kill the library staff' from that?"

"Because he's got a good idea that I'm trying to find stuff out about him, and the stuff I'm finding out is *exactly* the kind of thing people kill to keep quiet." Mentioning curses in front of Dr. Pierson was probably a bad idea, but Parker was definitely going to tell Frasier about that... later. "And because *Belthazor* was in here looking for soul vaults and curses while you weren't in your right mind, and someone let him leave with a book on them. They're best ~~bosom~~buddies, I really don't want to know what else they can do, given a little more research."

"So you decided to pre-emptively block his access to anything and everything just in case he found out that you were planning on writing the guy's biography?" asked Janet. "How the hell would he know what you were looking at anyway, given that he doesn't have access to the library records?"

Janet's face darkened. "Gosh, thanks for reminding me that I had no control over anything said or done in my body for an entire week," she snapped. "So glad to know you decided to blame me for the actions of a thankfully dead-by-now ~~alien parasite~~ thing."

"God, Parker," says Janet. "Why don't we make a list of students that you don't like and we'll just ban all of them from the library entirely! Does that sound like a good idea to you? Haven't you heard anything about concrete proof? Innocent until presumed guilty? Any of that?"

OOC: Let me know if this gets too intense for you.

Parker stiffened. "Gee, because he's hanging out with magic-users who'd be happy to *steal* said goddamn records? Because he's oh-so-subtly threatened me, Angela Chase, several others, and has made it pretty clear he doesn't have any limits?" Will not mention curse, will not justify with curse, will not have whole plan go smash-crash just to give the *really* good reason...

Gritting her teeth, Parker said, "This is why we need new rules, in case one of us *is* out of her head. Sorry. Look, I was going to mention the note to you earlier, I just didn't have time. You, he might take that from, as long as we had a good story. He came back before I was ready with said story! Okay? I wasn't trying to get him mad at you, for god's sake. I just wanted him to have one less reason to be mad at me or suspect what I was up to!"

Parker yelled, "Innocent until proven guilty? How about a confession to me that he's happily planning evil crap, phrased so Rover can't pick up on it, I don't have anything to work with, and almost no one fucking believes me! How about testimonials from experts in his home dimension that vampires from there *don't* change, *can't* change, *won't* change, and the fact that this 'new leaf' thing is a big joke to him! It's goddamn Catch-22, Fraiser! If we accept that he's a big old sweetie, what the hell does it matter if I research him or keep him out of the bad books? And if he's not, why the *hell* should we let him have access to them?"

_{[ooc: Getting close to it now. ]}

"Congratulations," snapped Janet. "I'm glad you have all kinds of reasons. Have you gone to anyone with them? Because I sure as hell didn't know about any of that."

"Oh, I was in my head the entire damned time! I just couldn't do anything." said Janet. "But no, everyone was asking ~~Hathor~~ that bitch if I had PMS instead. Here's a clue, Parker: Radical personality changes are not always caused by Crazy Squid Lady deciding to have what she thinks constitutes a good time! Maybe you should consider putting procedures in place to make sure everyone is who they claim to be instead of freaking out and banning people!"

"What note?" asked Janet. She looked at Professor Methos to see if he knew anything. "What didn't you mention to me? Why would he be mad at me when I didn't do anything?" She had a suspicion of where this was heading. ~~She hadn't parented a daughter through the worst of her teenage years for nothing.~~ "Why would he be less mad at you and more mad at me?"

"Can it, Parker," snapped Janet. "Don't yell at me because I have a problem with the situation. You're the one who's coming out with all these threats that I've never heard of before. Don't tell me I don't believe you when I've never been given a chance to decide if I should believe you or not." She glanced around the library and then back at Parker. "You show me this research. You back it up with concrete proof. I don't trust Angelus. He gives me the creeps, but I'm not about to condemn anyone without absolute knowledge of why I should condemn them."

"Did I say we should accept that he's turned over a new leaf?" asked Janet. "No. I asked for concrete proof, which you have yet to provide."

"There was a note on his library card. It said that Angelus was never allowed access to Special Collections ever, and it was signed Janet. I assumed you were busting his chops or something."

"Really," said Janet icily. "Oddly enough, I don't recall writing such a note." She gave Parker an appraising look.

"Why would I? Everyone in authority says you get a 'second chance' here. A video of Belthazor menacing Broots gets blown off as 'racist baiting'. Professor Drusilla hypnotizes half her class and turns them loose, and is she fired yet? Hell no." Parker's expression had gone bitter. "The only thing that would happen would be I'd get my hand slapped for 'digging into another student's personal life.' Why would I set myself up for that?"

"I should put procedures in place to check for craziness? Why the hell is it my job? When did I get a shrink-ette's certificate? Space-bitch was avoiding me all week, I saw you once in three days, and then I was leading the team trying to wrangle her nitwit loverboys. So far, 80% of the craziness of this place in my experience is Professor Mind-Bitch, 10% is gremlins, and 10% was space symbiote. Excuse the hell out of me if I assume Drusilla, gremlins, and everything else, in that order!"

Parker grimaced. "I forged your handwriting on the note denying Angelus access to the Special Collections...." She winced. "And like I said, I was going to make sure he wasn't mad at you about it, I just ran out of time...."

"Fine? You want proof he's a psycho?" Parker looked from Dr. Pierson to Frasier, hot spots of color high on her cheeks. "Stay right. Here." She stormed off to where she'd left her books behind the counter, and fished out the folder of materials Broots had printed out. "There. Read and enjoy. Or read and have nightmares, I know it's been giving them to me. I especially remember the part about the nun in 1860, considering that according to Callisto he's still into nun porn. All available online from his dimension, or from Watcher's Diaries here in Special Collections. And not one person in his world who knows jack about vampires claims they're ever anything but serial killers."

"Watcher diaries?" Methos asked sharply.

"Idiots who watch little girls fight vampires and die," Parker snaps, then softens a little. "Okay, a few of them were fighting too, but... Buffy Summers and Faith are both Slayers. They're mystic warriors who slay vampires, from Angelus's world. One of them has a restraining order not to go near him, and the other one's screwing him. Take that for what it's worth."

"They watch vampires, or slayers?" Methos shakes his head. "Never mind. I'm not sure I want to know. ~~I'm definitely not asking about tattoos on their left wrists."~~

"Both, as far as I could tell."

_{[ooc: *stake!*]}

*shoves door open, steps inside, kicks door shut before anyone can see inside* I know the screamin' isn' about the pansy idiots. What's goin' on?

"Parker forged my name to a note banning Angelus from Special Collections," said Janet. "Have a seat. Or join in. I'm just about to get really angry."

OOC: Okay, finally able to reply to Parker's thing from yesterday. :)

*poke*

*winces* May I just say I had nothin' to do with any of this? I put his application in for processin', that's all. An' I squallin' told Parker she was gettin' obsessive.

"I didn't know what to think," said Janet. "Thanks, Zero."

((NFB threads makes recapper happy. *beams at Library staff*

((We aim to please!))

"You expect me to know and understand the logic behind your behavior when this is the first I've heard of any of these actions," said Janet. Her voice was calm. Level. Rational, even. ~~Jack O'Neill would be worried. Nurses would be running for cover.~~ "You start screaming at me for finding fault with your behavior when I don't know why you're acting the way you are. Stop it. Now."

"It's your job because you're the one who decided to start banning students from Special Collections preemptively based on your own biased judgment." Janet smiled. "Congratulations. You took on the responsibility for making sure the only people that made it into Special Collections were ones you approved of. Now own up to your actions. You screwed up, Parker."

"You are an incredibly irresponsible, careless individual," said Janet. In the past few minutes, her tone had gone from calm-but-firm to calm-but-irritated. Now there was anger in her voice. ~~Even Teal'c had been known to hide when she was this upset.~~ "You are absolutely convinced that Angelus is a murderer, that he has threatened you and Angela Chase in the past. So you forged my handwriting to your note banning him from Special Collections."

"You're an idiot if you think I'm going to believe for one second that you were thinking about anyone but yourself," snapped Janet. "Don't give me that crap about making sure he wasn't mad at me and running out of time. Couldn't you come up with a better lie? One that doesn't insult my intelligence?"

Janet took the folder from Parker. "Did you think I liked him?" she asked. "Did you think I wouldn't believe your concerns were valid?" She shook her head. "Next time you get suspicions about someone's character and motives, Parker, don't be stupid. Don't forge your so-called friend's signature to a note banning that person from the information you think might get you in trouble. Maybe you should have asked that so-called friend for help before putting her on the spot and getting the vampire mad at her."

Janet turned to Professor Methos. "Professor," she said. "I'd like you to explain to Angelus that someone forged my handwriting on that note."

OOC: Anyone object to Janet making a photocopy of the materials in the folder?

[OOC: Not I, as long as Methos gets to read it too.]

"I would be happy... ah, I will. And explain to Professor Jerusalem what's going on, now that *I* know."

(OOC: We'll share! Tomorrow's thread for that?)

"Thank you," says Janet crisply. "I wasn't looking forward to spending a day in detention."

Parker has gone silent during most of this, still angry, but unable to come up with rebuttals. And starting to feel guilty, too. This gets her attention though.

"I'll take the detention. I said I would. I'm not *that* bad a friend."

She presses her lips together. "I said it was a mistake making the forgery. I just... I had a moment. Okay, you're right. I wasn't thinking it through." Muttered in a much lower voice: "I'm sorry."

"You haven't been around to tell anything. Neither of you have been. I don't know what's up with you, Dr. Pierson, but it's not like we ever know when you'll be here." Parker looks at Janet. "You I should've just camped out for, I guess, and waited until the Daniel Jackson Drama was on intermission, then gave you this file."

"What else do you want me to say?"

"Thank you," said Janet.

"You could have come and found me," said Janet. "I would have set aside the mess that is my love life for this. Besides, I've been eating ice cream and reading books on genetics for two weeks straight now. Trust me, I needed the distraction."

OOC: And I think any plans for Janet to be mad at Parker longer were well and truly nixed by today's Ethics class. :)

Parker.... didn't have a response to that. She was too tired and angry and, let's face it, ashamed.

"Next time, I will," she said stiffly.

_{[ooc: Yeah, I think Emo-master-slave angst has sucked all the zing out of forgery-angst. :>>]}

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