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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.

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.

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

Janet and Liz... together or individually.

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."

He smiles and returns the hug and kiss. "Of whom, and can I help?"

"Geoff...and Ten. They locked us in there and left us there. All night." That warpath tone is creeping up in her voice as her lips twitch in annoyance.

"That seems a bit extreme," Methos agreed. He's not laughing because CJ does in fact know how to kill him. "Should we lock them in here, or would they enjoy that too much?"

She gives him a look, rolling her eyes. "You know I wouldn't kill them. Don't you think just having to deal with me like this is enough for them to wish they were dead?" She laughs a little and smiles at him, then holds her stomach. "And now? Next on the list."

She backs up and walks toward the door.

"Hey," said Janet, coming into Methos' office without knocking and sitting down in a chair. "How's it going?"

Methos looked up, faintly harried. "Why didn't all of you stop me from taking over a teaching job? This is work!"

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."

Prudently, Methos stays out of her way. "Hungry?" he calls after her. "I can get something from the kitchen." He glances back at Jack. "Should we try to wake him up?"

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."

But she's already out the door ~~of to do RL work~~ and knows right where the kitchenette is when she gets done with other things.

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."

"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."

"Is she going to flay me? I don't want to be flayed...though wait...I've never BEEN flayed, might be an experience..." He pulls back and glares at Adam. "And you are not selling tickets."

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