"Ah...and study hall tends to be hectic. But you guys don't have kittens."
[ooc: Hooray for my prof being late and giving me a little more time to play on FH! And I'm resending you the email, because it's all nice and detailed, and then on AIM tonight we can play with the idea.]
"People who fill out forms wrong. People who want books from Special Collections without an excuse. Dr. Pierson. And his friends. And their friends." Parker grinned and offered Rory one of the cookies that Janet had made. "And the occasiona stuck-up, whiny, stuffed-shirt of a British guy who can't take a little banter."
Parker cocked her head. "He started throwing out the ten-dollar vocabulary like he expected it to intimidate us, then went to Dr. Pierson like he expected him to intimidate us. Fortunately, the Librarian knows better."
Especially Dr. Pierson. An' people who can't take a touch of teasin'. An' people who try to threaten us with goin' to Dr. Pierson with complaints that we're slackin' off.
"That last one is very, very sad and pathetic. And I really do think we need to make him dance before we give him his library card. Do you think he knows any ballet?"
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[ooc: Running to class! Yay slowplay! And did you get my email?]
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Well, not you, maybe.
<small(ooc: Woe, class. I got your e-mail (then deleted it like a moron, so perhaps on AIM tonight you can remind me of what it said?))
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[ooc: Hooray for my prof being late and giving me a little more time to play on FH! And I'm resending you the email, because it's all nice and detailed, and then on AIM tonight we can play with the idea.]
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(ooc: Yay! Also, yay!)
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Oh, so happy about slow play!
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"Wow, you really can't win with the Brits lately, can you? What happened?"
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I don't know about ballet. Maybe tap? Or a jaunty little jig.
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