The Library Is Open - 12/19

[prof-methos.livejournal.com]

Methos looks like he hasn't slept, and possibly has been hit by a 2 x 4 somewhere along the way.

He's working on translating the text that came for him several weeks ago, making notes in a spiral-bound notebook. If you were, say, Daniel Jackson, you might recognize the notes as sort of a bastard Medieval Latin, heavily abbreviated.

Did we mention the not-good-mood?

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[prof-methos.livejournal.com]

"It was supposed to be an ironic comment. Although I sincerely doubt Dr. Jackson knows Indus." Methos pulls the book back, hunching over it a bit.

[janet_fraiser]

"If you want irony early on Monday morning, you should be supplying coffee," said Janet. "Daniel speaks--" She paused for a moment to try to remember. "I forget. Over twenty languages. And didn't I say 'dead, almost untranslatable languages are a hobby for him?' Even if he didn't speak it, he might enjoy the attempt at translation. But, of course, I would never try to give two people who might enjoy each other's company any common ground for conversation. Please, can you ever forgive me for trying to get you out of your shell?"

"By the way, you forgot to tell Angela that you're having a party for the library staff. Or are you too grouchy for that? If you're not, you might want to check and see when everyone who's leaving town is actually going. Then you'll know if you need to change the date."

[prof-methos.livejournal.com]

Methos rubbed his temples. "Something tells me that you already know everyone's projected departure date." Methos sighed. "Please help me with it, Janet. CJ was in a car accident last night, and all I know is that no one has called me yet to tell me how bad it was. My brain's not here."

[janet_fraiser]

"Why aren't you at the hospital?" asked Janet. "The next time something like that comes up, leave. Be with your girlfriend instead of worrying and taking it out on people who don't deserve it."

"We'll have the party tomorrow. It works better for Angela that way. Give me your credit card number. I'll order punch and snacks, make sure you don't get greviously overbilled. And then you need to go to wherever CJ's been admitted and find out what's happening."

She leaned in and said, low enough that she wouldn't be overheard. "Sneak me a copy of her chart if you can."

[prof-methos.livejournal.com]

"I don't know where she is. The Doctor was in enough of a hurry that he just rang to say she'd been hurt, and he was leaving." Methos pulls out his wallet and hands Janet a credit card. "Go to town. Seriously. One of the advantages of being Immortal... long term investments."

At that exact moment™, Methos' cell phone (http://www.livejournal.com/users/prof_methos/1725.html?thread=240061#t240061) beeped with the arrival of a message. He dialed it up and listened to it, and said something extremely profane under his breath. "Right. She's... they don't know if she's going to live."

[janet_fraiser]

"Go," said Janet, not forgetting to pocket the credit card. "And call me with an update the instant you know anything. We'll handle everything here."

[prof-methos.livejournal.com]

"I'm going. Thanks, Janet. I'll see if I can get my hands on the chart."

[janet_fraiser]

Janet nodded and watched him go.

OOC: I"ll write CJ and let her know to expect you trying to get her hands on it--and to hope her wisdom tooth surgery went OK.