fandomhigh | Cleaning out the library

Methos, however, is pleased, because the last thing he needed on his last day in the library was another random cat from nowhere. Not that the lamp is exactly what he'd use to decorate the library, but at least it isn't meowing.

Another sneeze, followed by a cacophony of shapes including what might have been a fuzzy giraffe, reveals a rather bewildered and grumpy looking orangutan. After carefully examining his fur, making sure he is 100% ape and with no lamp-like appendages, he begins to notice his surroundings.

"Oook?"

Methos glances around, to make sure that he hasn't somehow tumbled into the jungle. No, no, still Fandom High's library. He finally just stands and stares with his mouth open.

"OOOK! OOK OOK OOK!"

The orangutan gestures wildly around him in obvious frustration, going so far as to grab the front of Methos's shirt, shaking slightly.

"OOK!"

He then turns and begins climbing one of the library shelves, looking for a book. The orangutan seems to be quite familar with navigating libraries.

"Okay," said Janet, from where she'd been greeting Methos. "Is it me, or do we have a--" She peered over at the library shelves. "--an orangutan in the library?"

She turned to Methos. "Did Special Collections transform another student into an animal?"

The orangutan seems to be making his way towards the history section, moving through the books with uncanny ease. He stop, however, upon discovering a book on landscape architechture in the wrong section.

"Oook."

If possible, he sounds decidedly disgusted, and tosses the misplaced book at the library staff. He continues his search, ooking to himself.

Having just been shaken (not stirred) by a fluffy orange thing, Methos isn't quite up to having ~~his~~ his students' shelving critizied. "Hey! Stop throwing books! It's rude!"

Janet narrowly dodges a very heavy, very thick book and glares at the orangutan. "What'd you do that for?"

She glances down at the book. "Hm. Landscape architecture. That shouldn't be shelved there."

She narrows her eyes at the orangutan. "You know, sometimes things get shelved wrong, especially if you're in training. Do you mind not trying to concuss us over it?"

Still making his way through the history section, the orangutan encounters a small section that seems to have been alphabetized incorrectly. He begins to rearrange them quickly, turning to point at the library staff again.

"Ook. Ook. Ook." He point with each ook the the letter in question, demonstrating as best an orangutan can the correct order.

He finally stops when he arrives at the section that contains books on ancient libraries.

"Hey! Those are organized by topic! Stop messing with it!"

"Janet? You're talking to a monkey. Why?"

The orangutan suddenly stops what he is doing and turns slowly around, glaring. You're not sure how, but that is definately a glare. His tone is low and menacing.

"Oook?

...

Ook.

...

OOOK!"

The orangutan swings down from the shelf, grabbing a large and very heavy book on his way. However, as he is barelling towards Methos, with the obvious intention of clobbering him with said book, he sneezes again.

A small pair of fluffy orange dice collapse onto the floor with the book.

Methos takes an involuntary step back... and watches the fluffy orange dice bounce on the floor. "Janet? Is this the weirdest thing we've seen in this school?"

"Hard to beat out the zombie stew," said Janet. "Or Locker 327. But this is up there."

Another sneeze, and, after going through a variety of shapes including a VW shag covered bug, the orangutan, restored to his original shape, stares bleakly at the two library workers.

"Ook."

He sniffs slighlty, obviously suffering from a cold, and wanders off to sit in a corner, comparing the images of ancient libraries in the book to his surroundings, obviously trying to figure out where he is.

Janet frowns. "Why do I have the sudden urge to dose him with orange juice and chicken soup?" she asks. "All primates are omnivores, right?"

Not that she could read the body language of an orangutan very well, but he seemed confused about something. "Where did you come from?"

What the hell? When your fellow classmates had turned into rabbits, hamsters, wolf cubs, cats, and parrots, why not start talking to the orangutan who'd suddenly showed up in the middle of the library?

The orangutan looks up, gesturing to the library as a whole and then the window. He makes a motion that includes a lot of hand waving and then tried to mime pointy hats. He points to the books again, then Methos, then the books.

He is ooking enthusiastically through all of this.

He looks at Janet expectently when he is done.

Methos frowns. "It's like he's trying to communicate."

The orangutan gives him a look that cleary indicates the orangutan has some concerns regarding Methos's intellegence and then rolls his eyes.

"Oook."

He flips to the glossary of the book he's looking through, pointing to the definition of Librarian.

"Oook!"

"He is trying to communicate," says Janet, trying to figure out exactly what he meant. There was a reason Daniel was sent off-plant for first contact situations and she was in charge of the infirmary. "Does Professor Dream plan on offering a course in Orangutan this coming semester, do you know?"

"I think he's saying something to you about the books?" guesses Janet. "Which isn't your job any more, mind you. Do we have any word on who the school's administration has hired to replace you yet?"

She eyes the orangutan warily. "You're not his replacement, are you?"

"I was imagining a homo sapian as my replacement," Methos said.

The orangutan cocks his head to the side, considering this, after giving Methos another scathing look.

He points again to the glossary entry defining Librarian and then to himself.

"Oook?"

"You're the librarian?" Methos said doubtfully.

The orangutan gestures broadly, poking at one of the bookshelves, which appears to be perfectly ordered.

"Oook."

He seems displeased, but, by what, one can only guess. Finding this library in needs of a librarian, the Librarian has decided to stay. He crosses is long arms firmly.

"Oook. Ook."

"Zero and Parker are going to flip when they get back from vacation," said Janet. "You might want to stop by for that. It'll be a sight."

"Do you have a name?" Wait. He couldn't asnwer. Janet's not really sure about this whole situation, but given that she's spent at least part of the semester feeding a miniature purple dragon cookies and investigated a tattoo parlor run by a-- Actually, she wasn't sure if Red was a dog. He didn't look like any breed she knew about. Janet shrugs and shakes her head. "It's, uh, nice to meet you."

How were they supposed to run the library when the guy in charge couldn't talk?

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