fandomhigh | Monday, the Library (open)

Monday, the Library (open)

Zero is sorting books for shelving and listening to something very, very loud on her headphones. At least she's facing the door this time. From time to time, she casts a worried eye toward Special Collections, where Methos was last seen.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

"Er, um, I meant, um, is she in the Restricted Section? Cause um, yeah."

Oh, no, jus' Professor Pierson back there. We think.

"You...misplaced...the Librarian?"

*shrug* It happens from time t'time. I'm sure he's fine. *a little less than completely certain on the last*

"...Yeah. Remind me to stay out of the Restricted Section for ever."

"Yell at me about *what*?" Parker says, coming up behind Broots, her eyes narrowed and arms crossed.

Broots has a little twitch in his eye when talking with Miss Parker. "Glad to hear you had a lovely weekend Miss Parker. Would you like to hear about mine? And HOW YOUR STUPID EXPERIMENT RUINED MY LAPTOP?!"

Parker grabbed Broots by the arm and dragged him into the stacks, then gave him a good shake. "You're bibbling. Stop it! You are not allowed to go schizo again! What the hell experiment are you talking about? I haven't been doing any experiments!"

Broots glared at Miss Parker and hissed back. "You didn't spend the past forty-eight hours working on fixing your computer! I've lost every single bit of data I've ever had on it! I'm allowed to be a little schizo! And the Genius, you know, the one I'm not supposed to talk about from the organization I'm not supposed to know much about even after working for it for two summers?"

Parker stared at him for a moment in confused annoyance, then her face melted into disgust. "That. Brat."

Groaning, she put her hands over her face.

Broots's eye twitched a bit more. "Well yes, that's one word that could be used to describe him. I can think of about a dozen more. How did he even have access to e-mail? To MY e-mail?"

Parker pushed her hair out of her face, thinking, then rolled her eyes. "He had to have gotten access to the Centre's system while he was still in Blue Cove. Given his memory, he probably looked up the usernames and info of everyone there-- then extrapolated what your personal email would be from that. *Damnit*."

Then she realized what she'd just revealed, and glared at Broots.

"Still in Blue Cove?" Broots repeated slowly. "Miss Parker, are you telling me what I hope you're not telling me because if I was to know what you just told me, I would have reason to be afraid for my life."

"You don't know anything," Parker hissed. "At all. Got it? And neither do I! If you can't reconstruct the laptop, I'll give you money for a new one, and take the balance out of a certain person's hide when I talk to him. He might be bored, but he wasn't seriously trying to mess with you. Otherwise the FBI would already be back on your case."

Broots groaned and nodded. "I think I'll be able to use my backups to put everything back just as it was. But the virus could have potentionally destroyed the harddrive. And then I wouldn't have been happy. But I'll take you up on the offer for a new laptop anyway. Do you need anything?"

"If you could do a search on said Idiot Genius's name, and new users of cellphones who live within roaming distance of Fandom, that would be good." Parker tapped her fingers on the bookcase. "Everything else he's been doing will be under-the-table, but I want to know where he is, even if we're going to forget it as soon as we find out. I'll get you the laptop by Wednesday. Happy?"

"I've already forgotten this entire discussion. However, I still expect the laptop by Wednesday. And any reason you think it's roaming within Fandom? 'Cause there's these cell phones, and well, half-way-across the world is the same as next door."

"Crap." Parker grimaced. "You're right, why would he care about paying extra charges? I was hoping he was at least on the east coast." Then she scowled at Broots. "Maybe you'll get the laptop by Wednesday, with that attitude. *If* you get me one shred, one clue of where he is. I didn't make him a hyperactive genius, or give him your name. Appreciate the damn gesture, Broots, or I'll keep it for myself." She rolled her eyes. "And for when he inevitably hacks *my* email."

Broots scowled right back at her. No one messed with his laptop, damn it. "He's on planet Earth." He paused for a second. "Actually, can I withdraw that comment? Because after going to this school, I'm not so sure anymore. And I am appreciative. I just haven't slept in two days."

"Come talk to me when you've slept. *Without* the snark." Parker rubbed the space between her eyebrows. "And it's entirely possible that you're right. But I'd still like to know."

(no subject)

dorky-broots.livejournal.com - 2005-11-15 02:04 (UTC) - Expand

*stares*

Broots waves meekly at Zero.

*watches Broots get dragged away by Parker*

What if you need somethin' from there?

Broots blinked. "Hopefully, it won't come to that."

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only