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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[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.