Library (12/14/05)

[janet_fraiser]

After Classics--and a quick trip to visit Daniel--Janet opened up the library, dropped her backpack in a corner, and started finding excuses not to work.

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[chasingangela]

A few minutes later, a flustered-looking Angela reappears bearing Wesley's card and the scrore to Cats.

"Okay, we have it, but ... it looks like you do have to sing something from this musical, and the library would like it if you danced, too. Then you get the card."

[http://users.livejournal.com/_wespryce/]

Wesley plants both hands on the counter and leans in.

"I did not turn your co-worker into a cat. If I had turned your co-worker into a cat, the Dean would have taken action. He did not. Ipso facto, whatever happened to your co-worker had nothing to do with me. And if it had, being a cat would be the least of her problems.

He sends a comprehensive glare at Zero and Janet. "I repeat. I. Had. Nothing. To. Do. With. It."

[swerval_zero]

*looks utterly unimpressed* Oh, but you did. At least, so close as we can tell. Not that it matters as to whether or not you're singin'. Because you so squallin' are.

[http://users.livejournal.com/_wespryce/]

Wesley glances around the room for support; he finds none.

"This has nothing to do with your transformation, and you know it." He holds up a hand. "This has to do with the fact that you don't like me; I assure you, it's mutual.

Nonetheless, this library is common ground. Whether or not the Dean has ceded all control to you, this is a necessary part of the school infrastructure; if you deny access to it, you are effectively making the school less than academically acceptable.

I'll meet you halfway. One song, in the karaoke bar downtown. 7 PM. Meet me there, or we can take this up with the entire chain of authority; I may not enjoy that, but neither will you."

[chasingangela]

Angela is very, very tired. "Look, I don't even know you, so don't tell me whether I like you or not, okay?" Angela says. "I don't really care whether you sing or not -- other than that it will make today a little less boring for me -- but, like, people who have seniority do. So, whatever, the karaoke bar works for me. I can't go, 'cause I have poetry then, but like I said, it's not my thing. I can't talk for Zero or Janet or Parker."

[http://users.livejournal.com/_wespryce/]

He turns from Zero to Angela. "Can you at least promise that will be the end of this nonsense? Because I am frankly tired of having a hand-to-hand fight every time I want to consult a book."

[swerval_zero]

We didn't start it.

[http://users.livejournal.com/_wespryce/]

"Are you willing to end it?"

[swerval_zero]

Parker's probably not, but then she's Parker.

[http://users.livejournal.com/_wespryce/]

Wes glances up, sees Parker, and calls (across the room, shame on him) "Miss Parker? Are you willing to negotiate a truce?"

[http://users.livejournal.com/_wespryce/]

Wesley takes another step backward and runs into Angel (http://www.livejournal.com/community/fandomhigh/455655.html?thread=21157095#t21157095).

[And out of the library.]

[swerval_zero]

Oh, for the love of squall. No one is restricting your right to access the library, which I assure you, we have done before. Angelus didn' take too kindly to it, but turns out Parker was right, so whatever. You've been comin' an' goin' without bein' bothered all along.

We've already taken this up with the chain of authority once. As you well know. You will get your library card, once you have fulfilled the requirements for such as set forth by the library staff...really, you're only makin' this harder on yourself.

((And while Zero has no IC reason to turn you down, I'm going to Christmas dinner with friends who are leaving the state tomorrow in about fifteen minutes. I likely won't be back tonight.))

[swerval_zero]

((*headdesk* Yes, she does, she has poetry class.))

[http://users.livejournal.com/_wespryce/]

((What does poetry class ahve to do with it?))

[swerval_zero]

((It's from five to seven in the evening.))

[http://users.livejournal.com/_wespryce/]

[[arrrgh. Go have dinner. Get somebody to mod you. Real life takes precedence, or so I hear.]]