Library, November 15

[swerval_zero]

((Let's see if I can get this in the right place this time...))

Zero is behind the desk, reading Vogue with the air of someone conducting an anthropological survey into an unknown segment of the population.

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[swerval_zero]

Sure, no problem. Everythin' out here is safe.

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

[The Doctor smiles at her.] Thanks, Ms Hopeless-Savage. [As he heads to the card catalogue, he turns and glances back.] Adam hasn't come out of Special Collections yet, has he?

[swerval_zero]

Not that I know of, sir. I'm startin' to get a bit worried. I'd go in after him, but--well, I'm not sure how well that'd turn out.

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

[He closes his eyes and sighs.] Right, understand why you wouldn't want to do that. Well, we may still have to mount a rescue mission yet.

[swerval_zero]

Hopefully he'll turn back up on his own. I mean, Julian did...er. Bad example.

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

[It is obvious from the expression on his face that the Doctor is picturing a cat version of Methos. He looks some combination of horrified and ridiculously amused.] Wonder what breed...never mind. If you don't hear from him in a day or so, please let me know.

[Now the look on his face indicates that he is probably planning something with swords.]

[swerval_zero]

Abyssinian. I--I mean, I'll let you know, Professor.

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

[Zero gets a flash of a real, honest grin before he turns serious again.] Right, thank you, Ms Hopeless-Savage. Now...for that book... [And he heads to the card catalogue, thinking aloud, under his breath.]

[swerval_zero]

*calls after him* Good luck!