The Library Is Still Closed (Sort Of)

[janet_fraiser]

Janet is sitting, alone, in the library, with a very determined expression on her face. Books are spread out across all the desks as she sorts them for re-shelving, and the toppled bookshelf (or two) from yesterday has not been righted yet.

She may have, however, forgotten to lock the door.


OOC: In other words, the library is technically closed, but the room is open for interaction and people to come and try to find out what happened.

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[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

[The Doctor's eyes travel up to the ceiling. Then he looks back down at Janet, voice conveying his scepticism.] Freak electrical storm. On the inside of a building. I see.

[He crosses his arms and speaks very, very quietly.] Where's Adam?

[janet_fraiser]

"Apparently there are several very well-documented cases of it," says Janet blandly. There had to be, if there were more of whatever kind of person Methos was. "It's not a common occurrence, but it's not exactly unheard of either." I hope.

Janet looks curiously at the Doctor. Does he know anything? "He's not here right now. Would you like to leave a note for him?"

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

I see. [obviously not seeing at all]

[He looks around at the rest of the room and speaks very, very quietly. His voice is almost chilling.] Do not feed me a line, Ms Fraiser. You will get precisely nowhere. Now... Where. Is. Adam.

((Sorry, had to lie down for a bit.))

[janet_fraiser]

He's not buying it. Damn. Usually at this school they bought any kind of an explanation, and everyone actually was buying the freak electrical storm story. He and Methos are friends. He might know something, and if he does, he's probably worried sick.

Janet crosses her arms and stares right back at him as he speaks. She's not intimidated, but she is aware of the force of the Doctor's personality. I've had more than a few years to develop a personality myself.

"He's not here right now." She gives a significant look at Liz, who is helping to shelve books, and Lee and Anders, who are scowling and trying to intimidate each other. "He's fine. Would you like to speak privately in his office?"


((No problem. Are you feeling better? Sam-mun said you weren't feeling well.))

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

[He leans on the desk, eyes dark with intensity. Getting to the bottom of things was his raison d'etre.] Yes. I would, if you'd be so inclined.

((Aye, I am. I get chronic migraines--fortunately, a nap was enough to head this one off for a while.))

[janet_fraiser]

"I did offer," said Janet. She led the way behind the Collections desk and into the office, then locked the door behind them. She'd brought in a small radio some time in the past week, and turned on some music.

"We find it best to make this room at least slightly proof against eavesdropping," said Janet.

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

[The Doctor sits back in a chair, arms crossed. His nostrils flare, just for a moment and he sniffs. The latter is accompanied by an almost imperceptible shiver. Then his eyes focus back on Janet.] Prudent of you. So what the hell happened here?


((To anyone watching--This, of course, went NFB as soon as the music went on.))

[janet_fraiser]

Janet stayed standing as she watched the Doctor's reactions. She leaned her back against the wall opposite him, her arms crossed. "I was coming in early to take care of some of the cataloging and there was a lightning storm. Instead of running away, I ran into the library."

She paused and pursed her lips. "I have a tendency to do that sort of thing. Very stupid of me. When I walked into the library, there was Adam standing over the headless body of an eleven year old boy."

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

There was a lightning storm and you didn't leave. [He smiles slightly at her.] Once more into the breach, Ms Fraiser. Can't say I'm any diff--

[The rest of it hits him and his jaw drops.] The what now?

[janet_fraiser]

Janet sighs. "I had the same reaction." She shakes her head. "It wasn't an eleven year old boy. Something else, I'm not sure what.. I'd just started getting the details, when--" She mimes bouncing a ball. "Rover. Weapons ban."

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

[The scene must have been grisly. The Doctor mentally applauds Janet for not completely flipping out.] It wasn't an eleven year old boy... [He muses.] Ms Fraiser...could the child have been blond?

[The scent of the room, of Old Books and Older Man, is starting to wear on him, just a little.]

[janet_fraiser]

Janet winces. "I didn't get a really good look at the hair," she says. "But yeah, I suppose maybe. Why?"

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

[The pieces begin to come together (http://www.livejournal.com/users/ten_and_chips/900.html?thread=129924#t129924) in his head. And it all starts to make sense, one moment at a time.] Ms Fraiser...what exactly do you know about your boss?

[janet_fraiser]

Janet shrugs. "He's a pain in the ass sometimes, but when you get past that, he's a nice guy. Speaks a bunch of languages."

"Apparently he's a lot older than he looks."

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

[The Doctor nods. The story's not his to tell.] Okay. So you said Rover has him?

[janet_fraiser]

"Yep," says Janet. She's fairly sure they both know what's going on, but she'd really rather not take the chance. Yes, Janet, let's try not to abuse the librarian's trust, thank you. "I'm presuming he has to talk to the Dean next."


((*kicks LJ* *kicks RL for getting in the way of FH*))

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

[He shakes his head.] God help him. Don't they put people in a closet until...oh, shite, it's Friday, isn't it?

(([pets Janet-mun]))

[janet_fraiser]

"No one's letting him out until Monday?" asked Janet disbelievingly. She rolled her eyes. "That's ridiculous. He'll be awfully hungry and thirsty by then--not to mention incredibly irritable." She hoped they at least kept bottles of water in that closet.

((*purrs*))

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

I think they keep it stocked, foodwise. Might even be a bathroom. [He hoped so. Otherwise...ew.] He'll be fine, just probably a bit cramped. I mean, it can't KILL him, for chrissake.

[janet_fraiser]

"Good," said Janet. "But I personally hope never to find out first hand what the Dean's closet is like. It wouldn't kill any normal, healthy adult male, for that matter."


((Find a wrap-up now that Ten knows Methos is safe?))

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

Neither, frankly, do I. [The scent of the room is sincerely beginning to get to him. He stands up, slowly.] Thank you for your candour, Ms Fraiser. I appreciate it.