fandomhigh | Office Hours

Angel came knocking on the door. "Prof. Eppes?"

[ooc: Give Don a kiss for me. ;) ]

"Angelus! ..Angel. Uh." Charlie blinked in confusion. "What do I call you?"

(ooc: I'm sure I don't know what you're suggesting. *hides misteltoe*)

"Angel," he stepped through the doorway, clearly relieved that the first conversational hurdle was being taken care of. "Call me Angel. Please."

[ooc: Gee, prof, why was that mistletoe on your belt buckle...?]

Charlie nodded. He gestured towards the chair. "Sit down, please." Charlie had another piece of chocolate, trying to think of a way to handle this. "Um. I don't really understand what happened," he admitted. "Angelus was evil? But you're not?"

"Yeah," Angel took a seat. He sat forward, steepling his hands out in front of him. "Vampires from my dimension don't have souls. That means they aren't capable of goodness. Angelus - I - was pure evil. But there's a curse that gives me a soul. It makes me suffer for everything I've done, and gives me a chance to try to atone for my crimes."

Angel hesitated. "I - usually I remember everything that I did. But I don't remember being cruel to you. If - if I'm wrong about that, I'm sorry. I'd like to make it up to you somehow if I could."

"No, you.. him.." Charlie was confused by the entire thing, but soldiered on. "You were interesting. Told me a lot about vampires and worked on a project. Speaking of, do you still want to do the project?"

"If you don't mind working with me," Angel said. "I - I think Bristow maybe told you about everything that I did? I can understand if maybe you don't want to be alone with me too often because of that."

"He did." Charlie nodded. And I am not mentioning any of this to Don. No way. He tilted his head, regarding Angel curiously. He looked the same, but... "No, I don't mind. I didn't before either, although now I'm thinking maybe I should have. But you were nice. You carried my blackboards."

"Oh," Angel said. Actually he did remember that, he just couldn't believe that that was all he'd done. Normally every relationship Angelus had had some kind of twist to it. But no such memories were coming forward for Charlie.

"Um," Angel said, clearly not sure if this was where the conversation was supposed to be going, but happy to go there if that's what Charlie wanted "I... could still do that. If you needed."

"That'd be great! Vampire strenght is very handy when it comes to that kind of thing," Charlie said, smiling. At least this version of Angelus was helpful too. Maybe this wouldn't be too weird and awkward. "My blackboards are where I need them to be at the moment. I am thinking about doing an experiment with the locker, though, so then I might need some help."

((ooc: *pets poor bewildered Angel*))

"Sure," Angel said. His shoulders untensed just a little. "What do you need?"

"Muscle. Oh and voluteers to travel through the locker and write me reports." Charlie idly scribbled a couple of theories down on a handy piece of paper. He looked up again. "I'm hoping to get it done sometime before Christmas. Hey, do you still have a photographic memory?"

"Uh - yeah," Angel said. He wasn't so sure about going through the locker, but on the other hand maybe Bristow would appreciate the show of help. Besides, what was the worst that could happen?

Oh. Yeah. Fandom High.

Oh well.

"Why?" Angel asked, focusing on the more comfortable topic. "Need something memorized?"

"Mmm." Charlie nodded and started shuffling through his papers. "I had a thing... I can remember the numbers but I'm not so good with words," he explained, finally finding the stack of statistics he was looking for. "It's for your... his.. your project. Populations, emigration, immigration. In New York, since New Amsterdam. It's my New York, though, because I'm not really sure where to look for this information for your world."

Angel sat forward. "I lived in New York for a while. I could maybe help you with that. The memory's not an automatic thing, but I can make it happen if I try."

He handed Angel the stack of paper. "You did? That's great! Could you look these over and perhaps see if something seems very wrong to you? Or if something leaps out? Do you have markers?"

"Not on me," Angel started to skim the papers. "What am I looking for? Patterns? Names that shouldn't be there? Other?"

"Those things, yes." Charlie craned his neck to see where Angel was. "And perhaps take note of areas where vampires would or could live in your world?"

"Yeah," Angel said, absently. He reached out for a pen and started to make notes. He was clearly spotting something that was making his mental wheels turn, but he could also be interrupted with a question if Charlie was curious.

Sam knocked on the door to the office. "Professor Eppes? Do you have a second?"

"Sam! Certainly." He waved her inside. "You have a report for me?"

"Yes," she replied, "and a request." Sam pulled a stack of previously crumpled notebook paper with equations on it out of her bag and put it on Charlie's desk, then sat down in one of the chairs.

"It's going okay, but I'm having problems with the variables," she leaned over, showing him. "John's got some really innovative ideas about using graphs and sketches, too."

"But, really, I think I'm having problems because I'm stuck working on paper--I need whiteboards to work properly, but there's no room for them in my dorm room--I have a roommate," she said in a rush. "Is there any chance you could write me a note that I could take to residence affairs to get a single?"

"Oh! Of course." Charlie nodded. "I should have thought of that. Does the school have whiteboards, do you think? If not, you could borrow a couple of mine." He grinned a little. "I suppose I'll manage without all my boards. I prefer blackboards anyway."

"Thank you, Professor Eppes," she grinned. "I'm actually thinking of measuring the room and buying whiteboard material, then covering the walls in it. I wouldn't want to take your boards--you've got enough to do."

Charlie nodded in approval. "Good idea. My garage back home is covered from wall to ceiling in blackboards," he confessed, smiling. "It's.. handy."

He pulled out a sheet of paper, scribbling down a message for the Res. Affairs lady.

May Sam Carter, student, please have a single room, as she needs quite a bit of space to properly do her Math/Quantum Physics Independent Study?
I would appreciate it.
Professor Charlie Eppes.

He handed the note over to her. "Should it say something more or is that fine?"

"I can imagine," Sam grinned, "Although I don't know that I'd be able to work that way--two of my best friends are allergic, and I assume that chalk dust is somewhere on their lists. They'd never be able to come over."

She took the note and slid it into her pocket. "I think that's enough, sir. Thank you very much."

"So...about the equations? Do you think we're completely on the wrong track here?"

Charlie grabbed the notebook papers and skimmed through the equations. "Hmm. Nooo, you seem to be on the right --" he snorted, then handed a sheet back to her. "--Track, mostly. Not sure what you were thinking there though."

Sam took the sheet of paper back and scanned it. "Honestly? I was thinking that I'd wing it until I figured out what to do with that variable."

"It does explain why Crichton's graphing technique didn't work on that equation, though. I'll have to tell him."

She grabbed a pencil out of her bag and circled the section twice, surrounding it with little arrows so she wouldn't forget.

"Chalk dust is very much on the list," says Janet, coming in hopefully just a few minutes late. "Sorry, I had to run here from the libaray."

Charlie nodded, smiling. "It's okay. Sam's just given me the report." Something occourred to him and he tilted his head. "Hey, do you work at the library?"

Professor Eppes? I missed class on Thursday because--

*pop*

Charlie stared. "...You're a kitten."

mew.

//I hadn't noticed.//

Charlie crouched down, blinking at her. "Are you supposed to be a kitten? ..Uh. Meow once for yes, twice for no?"

Mew. Mew.

*pop*

Ah, that's better. One of the students brought some squallin' dangerous books into the library on Thursday, an' I sort of, um, touched one. An' now that keeps happenin'.

"I.. see." It was a good thing he had an open mind, Charlie mused idly. "Oh! You were the kitten! In the classroom!"

Yes, sir, that was me. I...well, I tried. *shrug*

Charlie nodded, grinning a little. "Don't worry about it. You'll get a present. You were there, after all."

Thank you, Professor.

Office Hours - Tuesday 22.11

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

After Angelus

Re: After Angelus

Re: After Angelus

Re: After Angelus

Re: After Angelus

Re: After Angelus

Re: After Angelus

Re: After Angelus

Re: After Angelus

Re: After Angelus

Re: After Angelus

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject