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He's there. Don't expect awake.

He's awake enough now to practice biting sarcasm on you if you give an opening.

"You still have a Christmas present pending from us, you know." Parker is drinking her one-cup-a-day of coffee, and looking smirky. "Unless you just want me to keep it?"

"You can give it to me for my birthday," Methos offers.

"Which would be when, exactly?" Parker folded her arms and took another sip of her drink. "And by then, I might have broken it or gotten it wet or, I don't know, it could have suffocated inside that little box."

"The third week of the lunar cycle of the month of Dancing Grains," Methos deadpans. "Or thereabouts. If it's not dead yet, it's not likely to kick off in the next few days. You want me to stop by the library? When would be a good time to catch you all?"

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Zero appears in the door and says, "Orangutan!" before running off somewhere.

He goes into Humanities Classroom #2 to fetch some homework that has been turned in, and notices the door to the ~~emo~~ storage closet is closed. Since he's a bit weird about closets after spending a week in Principal Bristow's, he stops and opens the door.

She looks up from the floor, having resigned herself to never eating, drinking, using the bathroom, or seeing the sunlight again...and instead languishing and dying listening to Jack's stomach growling.

Blinking against the bright light that floods in, she rises like a shot.

"Adamohthankgod...."

Jack grunts. *He's* managed to sleep. "Whahuh?"

Methos leans against the doorjam, regarding the two of them. "You know, even with the padded walls, this doesn't look comfortable. Dare I ask what the two of you are doing in here?"

Pulling at Jack's hand, she tries to get him up, then decides he can just lay there. She has needs...and she's been listing them in her head over and over since 5am when she woke up.

1. Kiss whoever lets them out unless it's Ten or Geoff..in which case she's tempted to violence.
2. Bathroom
3. Coffee
4.Food
5. Home and shower.

Hugging Adam tightly and kissing him, she checks number one off her list. "We made up and now I'm planning out a dual murder."

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Vala stops in ~~after the closet bit~~ on her way to Art Studio. "Uh, Professor Pierson?"

Methos looks up from ~~chuckling over the likely fall-out of the closet affair~~ seriously grading homework. "Yes, Ms. Val Doran?" He frowns at her. "Parker didn't send you? To ask me how accurate Disney's version of Robin Hood was, or something?"

"Uh, 'Robbing hood'?" Vala looked confused ~~and maybe slightly nervous~~. "No, sir. I just wanted to ask if I should drop history class now, before I completly fail?"

Methos' jocularity dropped at Vala's confusion. He came around his desk to sit on the edge. "You're not going to completely fail," he assured her. "Your first homework assignment was very good."

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The homework that has been turned in is graded, and he's now sketching -- badly -- historical monuments.

Ten has just now remembered that CJ and Jack are probably still left inna closet. He books it down the hall at a run.

"SHITEONTOAST."

Methos hears the ~~strangled squeak~~ manly bellow and comes out of his office. "I let them out an hour ago. You are so very, very, very dead. CJ is going to sit with a shotgun and shoot you and let you regenerate and shoot you again."

Ten runs up to him and literally clings on. "HOLY SHIT I LEFT THEM IN THERE OVERNIGHT I THOUGHT GEOFF WAS GOING TO LET THEM OUT."

A pause. "And no, she wouldn't, because she likes this body too much and that would be too easy," he says, voice fairly calm. Then we return to regularly scheduled panic...

"OH MY GOD ADAM I'M GOING TO DIE."

Methos is really not bothering to try to hide his laughter. "Oh, yes, yes you are. In exquisite slow motion. You *forgot* them? Overnight?" He pats Ten's shoulder in an extremely patronizing way. "Hmmm. I wonder how much I could sell tickets for."