Quantum Physics 123: Monday 28 November

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

[The Doctor has sourdough bread, jam, and cream cheese out this morning. He looks happy but tired.]

Morning. I hope you all had a brilliant holiday, as I did. [He does not look at Cally or Crichton, because he'll start laughing.] And since I'm merciful, we'll work our way back into the swing of things with something relatively easy. We're going to watch part of Somewhere in Time, which, I should warn you, is ridiculously sappy...and find the fallacies in it.

After that, you may ask me questions about your final projects. ONLY about your final projects. And no, I didn't bring the pictures--as I said, I need a good reason to do so. [He smirks.] Also, if you'd be interested in taking a class with me next semester, do let me know. This one might actually involve practical work, if I can get it passed by the dean.


((That website, by the way, is ace. I highly recommend it if you want to poke around.))

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[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

Cally raises her hand.

"Sir? What sort of good reason do you think might work? I'm willing to put in some effort to see these pictures, you see."

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

Jack leans over. "I live with him, and maybe if I poked around a bit, I could dig something up. Besides, I never knew you were the sort to play strip poker. Wanna come over for poker night sometime?"

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

Cally turns about eight shades of red and stares at her desk when she responds.

"Erm, I dunno about the who strip poker thing. With the amount of trouble I got in with the Dean..." she bites her lip, and then looks up at Jack. "Erm, but I'd love to come over and play normal poker sometime. Assuming Anders can come too, I mean."

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

"Sure Anders can come. And no, it doesn't have to be strip. Just thought I'd keep the possibility open." Jack turns and faces front with a totally angelic expression on his face.

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

"Well, sorry to burst your bubble, but me and Anders came to a decision that pretty much nixes the betting of clothing in the company of others." Cally nods and smiles, still blushing slightly. "But poker would be great... if you can teach me the game, I mean."

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

Jack, I can hear you. You're not going to be able to find them. Trust me. [He smirks a little.]

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

What? I said nothing? Cally, you didn't hear me say anything other than inviting you to the next poker night, right?

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

"I heard nothing of the sort, exactly. Just a friendly invitation."

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

[The Doctor slides his glasses up his nose with one finger.] Uh huh. Just be advised that the TARDIS is watching, and I reserve the right to use anything she records for blackmail purposes.


And you still won't find them.

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

I can't TELL you what would be a good reason, Ms Cally. You're going to have to come up with one yourself...creativity is an encouraged skill here at Fandom High.

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

Sam sat down with a piece of sourdough bread and jam, munching contentedly away. She couldn't believe she was getting class credit to indulge in one of her favorite hobbies. The watch...oh, the thing with the watch was going to make her head explode.

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

John slips into class quietly. There might be a permanent blush on his face. He watches the movie with interest but thoughts of being the Little Drummer Boy are in the back of his mind.

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

coooome, they told me, parum pa pum pum...

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

MEAN! OMG MEAN! The Dean is a bad, bad man!

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

I can help you out, Mr Crichton...drumming isn't hard.
A newborn king to see, parum pa pum pum...

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

Do you have any tall hats I can borrow? I might need a tall hat.

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

Aye, I think I can dig one up for you.

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

Sam had been waiting for John to come in. She didn't know the whole story, but couldn't help mouthing, "Nativity Play?"

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

In response to that, John just covers his face with his hand and groans.

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

Jack leans over. "Give. And why did you guys wait until I was out of town to do strip poker, huh?"

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

"The Dean is making us put on a holiday pageant and I'm playing Little Drummer Boy. Callisto, Bridge, Cally and Anders also got parts," John says but doesn't uncover his face. "And it just...turned into strip triad. We were bored and tipsy and wanted to have fun. And the gremlins stole our clothes and we were naked and the Dean saw us."

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

Jack groans. "All the fun stuff happens when I'm somewhere else. And I cannot *wait* to see the holiday pageant. Is the little drummer boy anything like the little wooden boy and should we keep Lockheed away?"

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

"I'm sure it'll happen again, Jack," John tells him and can't believe he just said that. "And yeah, you and the whole school. We might have to sing. I can't sing. I can't even walk without tripping. And god, I hope not. I don't want to burn!"

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

Sam tried to give John a sympathetic look, but probably failed miserably. "I didn't know you were a drummer, Crichton."

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

"I don't drum," John exclaims. "I don't act! I don't sing. Oh god, I'm a Little Drummer Boy."

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

"Okay, calm down, Crichton. There have been many Little Drummer Boys throughout history, and they've all made it through their pageants unharmed."

"I'm sure Janet would be able to tell you if embarrassment was fatal, if you asked her."

She shrugged. "Maybe Professor Ted would be able to point you in the direction of someone who might actually know how to play the drums?"

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

Oh, Doctor... CJ gave me this. [Jack hands off a piece of paper folded into quarters (http://www.livejournal.com/community/fandomhigh/394350.html?thread=18460526#t18460526).]

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

[Ten raises an eyebrow at him, knowing CJ's lesson plan for the day, but not certain as to his part in it. He opens the note, reads it, and laughs, handing Jack back the note. It reads as follows, in CJ's bold handwriting:]

You are entirely too smart for your own good, kid. Go bother your dad.

record time, 5 minutes 34 seconds

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

[Jack reads the note and laughs.] I gave her plenty of chances to shut me up if she wanted to. [He's still grinning as he folds the note back up and tucks it in his backpack.]

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

So are you going to listen to your mother and pester me, or are you going to be good and go study?

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

Well, now, if I apply the lessons that Professor Cregg has been teaching me, you phrased that in a manner that slants it in a direction that indicates that *not* doing what she told me to do would be good, and doing what she told me to do would be bad. I think that puts an unnecessarily pejorative cast on her instructions, and so I choose to interpret them exactly and stay here and annoy you.

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

[The Doctor sighs and gives Jack a Look, then pulls out a copy of Thomas Hobbes' Leviathan and starts to read. He seems to find it amusing.]


((and Rhi's out running around for a while, hence Ten's emphasis.))

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

[Jack grins and proceeds to bother Snape Ten (http://www.potterpuppetpals.com/bothering.html) for as long as possible -- or until he gets bored.]

[soniabelmont.livejournal.com]

Horribly jet-lagged and still a bit sore from the flight, Sonia drags herself into the classroom and nabs a slice of bread before heading to her seat.

In her daze, she does not at all marvel at how much the Doctor resembles the villain from one of the in-flight movies.

[lady-jessica-bg.livejournal.com]

Jessica wanders in, eyes ostensibly focused on the teacher, although her attention is really on those people who she suspects had a little too much to drink the night before.