fandomhigh | Office Hours - Thursday 20.10

Janet grins and holds up a book on nanotechnology and medical research. "Murray sent it to me. He thought I'd be interested." She takes another drink of her coffee and wishes she'd remembered to add the caffeinated French Vanilla flavor syrup this morning. "How're you doing?"

Sam grinned back. Nice to know she wasn't the only dork in the room. Especially since she was now checking her pencil to make sure it had enough lead. "I'm good. A little sore still from running yesterday, but whatever. Last time we let Aeryn set the pace, I swear."

She took another sip of coffee.

"She's brutal about it," said Janet. "Cam and I were thinking that she might take it easier on us if we talked John into coming along too. Though I think he just wants to throw a glass of water on John to wake him up." Janet grinned at Sam's mechanical pencil and pulled a notebook, a couple of standard pencils, and a pencil sharpener out of her backpack.

"I'm all for anything that will stop the repeat of yesterday morning," Sam said, groaning as she rotated her shoulders. "And hey, wet Crichton. That wouldn't be so bad. Not that we'd be peeking, because that way lies death, but it's still a nice visual."

Sam laughed at Janet's pencils. "Old school, huh? Could we be bigger geeks?"

[ooc: We completely forgot to ask Shep if he'd be interested in the independent study! D'oh!]

"God, yes," said Janet, surreptitiously stretching her legs out in front of her. "We'd never get caught at it, anyway."

"I like my pencils!" exclaimed Janet, ~~only slightly~~ not at all defensively. "Besides, I made everyone who wanted a library card fill out their form in blue or black ink. So, no, we really couldn't be bigger geeks."

"No, your pencils are great. They're not mechanical, of course..." Sam grinned, "And what do you have against purple and green ink? It's a conspiracy, I tell you!"

"Of course they're not mechanical," said Janet, rolling her eyes at Sam. "I like these better." She gave Sam an irritated look, but there was underlying amusement. "Have you ever had to read page after page of glittery purple ink?" She shuddered. "It's agony."

"I know you do, and no, I haven't. ~~The Air Force, as you know, is not big on purple in any form, but especially in ink form.~~ I'll take your word for it."

"Then you're a lucky, lucky person. ~~However, teenage girls like Cassie are very big on writing their book reports in it.~~" Janet shuddered. "I'm traumatized, Sam. I have a complex."

~~"You had to read a book report, in Cassie's handwriting, in purple glittery ink? Gah!~~" Sam laughed. "I'm sorry to hear that. Is it something for which we can treat you?"

~~"I did, and it hurt. You're lucky she was required to do her math homework in pencil."~~ Janet grinned ruefully. "I think only time and distance can heal my pain," said Janet dramatically. ~~"We got her a computer very quickly after that."~~

~~"Yeah. I know."~~ "Well, if that's all that can heal you, then I will just have to be patient," Sam said, putting her hand to her forehead theatrically. ~~"So that's what the rush was about. I always wondered.~~

~~"You get all the easy jobs."~~ "Alas, such is the way of the world." Janet clasped her hands in front of her chest and fluttered her eyelashes at Sam. "A part of me will always be torn." ~~"Good God, yes. I couldn't ask her to give up the glittery pens completely, and she needed to learn to use one anyway."~~

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John, having almost forgotten about the meeting with Professor Eppes, comes jogging up, out of breath.

"Am I late? Did I miss it?" He stops, smiles, and puts his hands on his knees to catch his breath. "Hey guys."

"Nope, not late," Charlie smiles. "We're just about to start. ...So have you thought about anything? A project you can work on?"

"Well, we talked about encryption algorithms before, but I worry that that's been overdone. I'd like to do something truly original. Maybe something with wormholes."

~~Why am I not surprised?~~

"Sounds interesting," says Janet. Like she'd been saying to Sam last night, she should really stretch beyond the biological sciences--at least a bit. If nanotechnology ever became common in the medical profession, she'd need to know more. "Like what with wormholes?"

OOC: Pretend Janet knows at least a bit more than average here even if I know next to nothing about the subject, please? :)

~~*sticks tongue out at Janet*~~

"I'm not sure, actually. Maybe trying to figure out mathematically how they could be generated, or even if they would be. Whether they'd be stable, that kind of thing."

OOC: I'm making it up here, as well. Here's hoping John comes up with something brilliant, or we'll be stuck with this.

Charlie nods encouragingly.

~~*smirks at Sam*~~

"You hear some wild things about wormhole theories, don't you?" asked Janet. "What would you use a wormhole for if you could generate one, anyway?"

OOC: Unfortunately, John + Wormholes is the other Farscape OTP. I think we're stuck, which, really for Sam? Not so bad. We can BS our way through here! Somehow...

Also Endeavor Into Time

~~*wrinkles nose at Janet, in no way resembling a bunny*~~

"You wouldn't believe what people think about wormholes...and I don't know...~~interplanetary and intergalactic travel, off the top of my head.~~"

OOC: I know about John and the wormholes (how's that for a band name?), but since he's been happily Scorpy free so far, I wasn't sure whether he had all the equations in his head or not.

*contemplates the adorableness*

*crosses eyes at Sam*

"Oh, you never know," Janet says. "I should probably check in the library for some books. ~~Gosh, really? No!~~"

OOC: Uh... I think we need John to answer this one. He had the equations before Scorpy found out about them. *pokes John* *makes faces at him*

~~*crosses eyes back at Janet*~~

~~*wonders when they got regressed back to third grade*~~

"There's some truly original theories out there...right up there with the aliens and the pyramids. ~~I know! Shocking, isn't it?~~"

OOC: That's what I thought. Didn't want to raise that fully unless John (and Aeryn, presumably) wanted to deal with it IC.

Sam gestures with her coffee. "Hey, John."