fandomhigh | Library (11/16/05)

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 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.))

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."

[Ten waves back, bewildered.] If it's not burning your hand, maybe it won't burn the books?

~~dammit, I was just about to go get my sword, too.~~

~~I'll be in my bunk.~~

No such luck, I'm afraid. [Methos holds up the book he's carrying. It has little scorched marks on it.]

~~I'll meet you there in five minutes.~~

[Ten runs a hand through his hair, making it more mussed up than it already is, and ventures a bit closer, squinting at the salamander.] Oh no. So what are you going to do with the wee bastard? [He looks up at Methos.] And how did it take you nearly a week to catch it?

I don't know. I suppose he... she... it could be a pet. [Methos frowns at it thoughtfully.] Nearly a week? Hardly. I first saw it this morning when I went in to shelve books.

You'd have to keep it in a glass terrarium or something. [Then he pauses and stares at Methos.] Adam...it's the 16th. You've been gone for ages. We've been worried sick. I was just about to go in and look for you.

[It's obvious that Ten's now trying to work out the temporal effects that could allow such an occurrence, and failing miserably.]

It's the 16th? [Methos glances back at Special Collections, then at Ten.] You're kidding me.

[Ten rubs his forehead and sighs.] No, I'm really not. [He tries not to show concern, but his eyes give him away.]

Hey. [Methos puts down the book and steps to Ten's side, putting the hand not holding the salamander on his arm.] I'm sorry. I... didn't mean to be gone so long? At least this time I don't have to beg candy bars off of you, right?

[Ten smiles slightly. He's a touch embarrassed.] I know you didn't. We were just worried. [a pause] ...you were missed.

But it's good you don't require candy bar sustenance. I don't have any on me. ~~though apparently I'm getting lollipops (http://www.livejournal.com/community/fandomtherapy/12620.html?thread=1161804#t1161804).~~

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"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?"

"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."

((The image of that in my head is so very cute.))

"It's so cute," says Janet, peering at the salamander. "I think we need a mascot. But what does it eat?" She goes back to the Collections Desk to look up salamanders, or magical creatures, or something useful. "And will it grow any bigger?"

"I have no idea what it eats. It didn't seem to be chewing on paper, just singeing it. As for size... he looks fully-grown for a normal salamander... but, not normal here."

"Normal salamanders don't catch on fire," said Janet. "Also, what's this one's native environment?"

"Unless...." Parker had just walked in, and was listening. "Uh. We never did find Professor Gandalf. Did we?"

"The implication is that this is Professor Gandalf," said Janet. "Weird, huh?"

"Extremely." Parker shakes her head. "I hope he's okay with being a pet..."

"We could let him out, but what would he do?" asked Janet. "Terrorize the ducks?"

"Not the ducks we've got around here, he wouldn't. I swear I saw one smoking a cigarette." Parker sighs. "Mmmm. Cigarettes."

"No cigarettes for you," Methos says automatically. "Even if little Sally Mander here is the best cigarette lighter in existance. And I don't know. I think she's a little too... red to be Professor Gandalf. Maybe she ate him?"

Swerval. Where'd you find the little bugger?