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The Library is Open - 11/17

Methos is bemusedly staring at his new pet, a salamander -- the kind that lives in fire. He managed to find a glass terranium that can withstand high heat and the salamander is happily ensconced in it. A sign in front of the terranium announces, "Name the Salamander!" and slips of paper, pens and a drop box are immediately to one side.

((Please only post names in comment thread for naming salamander.))

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Wesley is now halfway across the room, staring in horror at the homicidal librarian, two malevolent women, a very annoyed cat, and the pile of books lying on the floor, at least one of which has spilled pages after it cracked its spine.

Oh, my God, I just ASKED to go see the Dean. I am insane.

Another deep breath. "I did not do a damned thing. I came in with my personal library and asked your assistants where you were. The next thing I knew, that one "-- points -- "had metamorphosed into a cat. I have no more idea what happened than anybody else."

Methos steps out from behind the collections desk and kneels to start gathering up the books, tenderly collecting pages from the bruised book.

Wesley blushes; he was brought up to treat books better than that. He kneels and reaches out for a volume.

"Right. So one of these books turned Zero into a cat. Obviously, just handling the book isn't enough ~~or I wouldn't be down here picking them up because I have no desire to join the ranks of cattus~~. So which one is it?" The question is rhetorical as Methos sifts through the books.

"I have no idea. They've never done anything like that to me. They're books, dammit, not weapons!"

Janet snorts. "Books are weapons," she says.

Methos smiles, a bit wryly. "These books? Can be weapons." He rises to his feet and takes the stack he's gathered to the Circulation Desk.

Wesley follows sheepishly with his volume and lays it next to the stack. "Knowledge can indeed be a weapon, but Miss Swerval didn't know a thing about that book."

"I wasn't speaking metaphorically about the knowledge within them. Yes, the knowledge might be a weapon, but some of the books we have are weapons in and of themselves." Methos sighs and shakes his head. "I don't claim to understand it, but there it is."

Wesley starts to give the librarian a dubious look, then thinks better of it and stares at the cat. "Is she some sort of enchantress?" He crouches and addresses Swerval. "Do you have any idea how to get yourself out of this mess?"

[[*cough* "Swerval" means "good" in Zero's odd lexicon. It's not her name. Heavens' knows I made the same mistake, though.]]

[[Bugger. We'll write it off to Wesley being clueless. Not me. Never me.]]

(ooc: And in your case, Zero assumed you'd heard her say it so often you'd made it her nickname. ;) )

(ooc-but-would-be-ic: Nickname? What is this nickname of which you speak? We're hardly even on first-name terms.)

(ooc: Which is why I replied to Methos, not you.)

*hisses at Wesley*

He has a brainstorm. "One mew for yes, two mews for no."

"Um... who did this to you? No, no. Hmm. Which... no, that won't work either."

"If we put the books on the floor, can you wave at the one you touched before it all went pear-shaped? Or, er, moggy-shaped?"

*levels her gaze on him and enunciates very carefully* Mew. Mew. *Unfortunately, she had her hand on the side of the stack, so it really could have been any of about four books. Curiously, "Mew. Mew," in the intonation she used, translates as one of the stock phrases of Cat.*

//You suck and that is sad.//

~~What's that you say, Lassie? Little Timmy has gotten into the methamphetamine again?~~

Fortunately, no Slayer records that the Council is aware of were written in Feline, so the message passes blissfully and unintelligibly over Wesley's head.

"One of these, then?" He grabs the books and fans them on the floor.

Mew.

*considers adding, "Yes, because your stupid self has no regard for precautions or procedures," but realizes it is pointless as he won't understand her anyway.*

*should really be taking shameless advantage of your temporary inability to retaliate verbally*

*has claws?*

*cute little pink bendy kitten claws*

"Umm... did you eat or drink anything odd recently?" He turns to appeal to the Librarian and the Librarianettes. "Do we even know that she's still in there? For all we know she's saying 'I'm dying for some tuna'."

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(ooc: I must go to bed. If you can resolve this without me, go for it; otherwise I'll be back in the morning, 9ish PST or earlier.)

Parker is still glaring at him, and examining her manicure for pointiness.

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