Library (11/16/05)

[janet_fraiser]

Janet unlocks the door, sits down behind the Collections Desk, and starts entering books.

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[leeadama.livejournal.com]

Lee comes in and settles into a chair after selecting a rather large book from the shelf, and takes notes.

[janet_fraiser]

"Hey, Lee," said Janet. She took a drink of her coffee and stared at the screen. She really didn't want to work today.

[janet_fraiser]

He must be busy. Janet shrugs and goes back to work.

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

[The Doctor's back, still hunting for a copy of the Book of Kells. He waves pleasantly at Janet.]

[janet_fraiser]

Janet waves. "How's it going?" she asks.

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

It's...going? [He winces slightly.] Far too much happening lately. How've you been?

[prof-methos.livejournal.com]

Methos steps out of Special Collections with a bemused look on his face. Under one arm is a book. In the other hand is a creature that appears to be... on fire. He looks up and meets Janet's eyes. "It's not a newt. It's a salamander."

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

Ten stares like a slack-jawed yokel. (http://www.livejournal.com/community/fandomhigh/365557.html?thread=17303285#t17303285)


((And the player realises she needs a WTF icon.))

[prof-methos.livejournal.com]

Methos smiles at seeing his boyfriend Ten, and holds up the salamander. "Salamander. Lives in fire. I, uh, don't know why it's not burning my hand. I do know that creatures that live in fire probably shouldn't live in a library. Books, paper, etc."

[janet_fraiser]

"Neat," says Janet, coming out from behind the desk and from an hour and a half of training IRL. "So how's he not burning your hand?"

[prof-methos.livejournal.com]

"I have no earthly idea." Methos bends his head and examines the creature curled up lazily on his palm. It's glowing with heat, and little bitty red flames curl around its toes. "It makes no sense."

[swerval_zero]

Swerval. Where'd you find the little bugger?

[aka-vala.livejournal.com]

Vala walks into the library, a small packet in her hand. "Hey, Janet."

[janet_fraiser]

"Hey, Vala," said Janet who did not at all get caught up for an hour and a half doing training at work IRL. "How was your trip?"

[aka-vala.livejournal.com]

"Went very well, actually. Thanks." She hands across a small packet stamped 'confidential' in red and with a familiar logo on the front. "Here's the latest mail from home. Think you can distribute it around?"

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

Cameron heads down to the library, he's not sure when he's supposed to hand his book back and he has some research for his midterm to do.

[aka-vala.livejournal.com]

Having handed her delivery over to janet, Vala turns to leave... and sees him. Damn. Damndamndamndamn... She takes a deep breath, puts on her happiest smile and greets him. "Hey, YoYo!"

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker walks in, dark circles under her eyes, but a lot calmer than she's been lately.

"What kind of alcohol does Sam Carter like?" she asks Janet.

[janet_fraiser]

Janet could list quite a few off the top of her head. And does so without actually naming anything in case the player is wrong.

"How come?"

[swerval_zero]

*Having overslept, Zero comes in.*

Hey, guys. Wyndham-Pryce's library card's ready for pickup.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker cackles with almost obscene glee.

[janet_fraiser]

"Do we have a selection of musical showtunes picked out for him to sing for us?" asked Janet, snickering.

[geoff-chaucer.livejournal.com]

Geoff wanders into the library, a couple of books tucked under his arm. Smiling at the librarian and his assistants, he heads up to the desk.

"Good day ladies, Adam. I'm returning these -- and I enjoyed the Twain, by the way, Adam. Thank you. I'd also like to check out some poetry collections to use in my class today."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"What did you have in mind?" Parker said, swiveling around on one of the barstools set up next to the counter. "Modern, ancient, French, Russian...?"

[prof-methos.livejournal.com]

Methos grins at the sight of Geoff. "Good morning. Apparently I've been missing again." He walks up, little smoking salamander (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Salamander) still in his palm. "I'm glad you liked the Twain. I rather thought you might."