Teacher's Lounge : November 28, 2005

[mrsvandekamp.livejournal.com]

Bree enters the teacher's lounge early in the morning, a murderous brilliant smile on her face.

Upon having heard that the Principal is on a well-deserved vacation, she has prepared a special No Turkey Buffet, that includes any food you could imagine except for what is typically served on Thanksgiving.

There's some Chet Baker playing in the background for atmosphere, and real silverware and china. Bree does not fuck around when it comes to hosting anything.


[We haven't had one of these in a while, and I kind of miss them. Open to all teachers to interact with each other. Maybe we could trade off posting them now and again? Drop notes for when you'd like host over here. I can take Mondays?]

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[drgrissom.livejournal.com]

Grissom takes a seat, reviewing some journals and really, really wishing he could have a cup of coffee.

[prof-methos.livejournal.com]

[[OOC: GMTA. I just dropped a note to Bristow and Spider asking for permission to open this. Rotating basis sounds good to me.]]

[drgrissom.livejournal.com]

[OOC: You know you want tomorrow. *g*]

[prof-methos.livejournal.com]

[OOC: What, just because Methos would probably bring a beer buffet? Imagine all the teachers trying to teach class buzzed.]

[drgrissom.livejournal.com]

[OOC: Sara's mun and I did discuss the possiblity of body shots earlier this afternoon. If and when Grissom ever meets The Tick though, that could get ugly *s*]

[mrsvandekamp.livejournal.com]

[I made a post for a sign-up? (http://www.livejournal.com/users/drgrissom/6603.html). Sound good?]

[romanywitch]

OOC: I'll take a day here and there, or on a set schedule if you want. I just offered to run Study Hall on Wednesdays.

[mrsvandekamp.livejournal.com]

[OOC: Awesome. I made a post here (http://www.livejournal.com/users/drgrissom/6603.html), if you want to sign up for a day? Or if you'd like a few Mondays, specific dates? I figure the admins have enough to worry about as it is. *heh*]

[charlieeppes.livejournal.com]

Charlie walks in, both glad and not to be back at Fandom high.

[prof-methos.livejournal.com]

Methos gets a cup of coffee and settles in to read the letter Janet had picked up with his mail while he was in San Francisco (http://www.livejournal.com/community/fandomhigh/392319.html?thread=18410111#t18410111). He seems serious but not terribly concerned about the contents.

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

[At some point, a note scribbled on loose-leaf gets tossed into his lap. It reads:]
Were the souvenirs well-received?
-10

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

[Scribbled on the bottom of the last note, this time folded into a paper football:]
Oh, as if she needs any reminder of that, ever.
By the way...will you go out with me to the drive-in movie tomorrow? Check yes or no. [Two boxes, marked appropriately.]

[prof-methos.livejournal.com]

[Methos takes the note and snickers. He checks "yes", briefly considers checking "no" as well just to be a jerk, and then tosses the note back onto Ten's book.]

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

[Ten blushes, grins, then turns back to the book. A moment or two later, he chokes on a pepper (http://www.livejournal.com/community/fandom_lounge/13860.html?thread=199716#t199716) and downs half his lemonade in a curative fashion.]

[romanywitch]

Jenny walks in, seeing the teacher's lounge open for once, and sits down with a plate of fruit. She starts up her laptop and goes back to coding the program she's been devising over the past few days.

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

[Jenny is the proud recipient of a charming smile.]

[romanywitch]

Jenny grins back at the Doctor. "Have a good Thanksgiving?" she asks.

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

It was brilliant! How was yours? [He gets up and acquires some more lemonade, then focuses his attention on her.]

[romanywitch]

"Oh, you know, the usual," says Jenny. "Some turkey, some sweet potatoes, a little pie. You go anywhere?"

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

We went to California. Was quite lovely, though cooler than you would think at this time of year. Saw some of the sights.

[romanywitch]

"California's a pretty cool state," said Jenny. "San Francisco, Los Angeles, or San Diego?"

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

San Francisco. [He squints at her.] Where are you from?

[romanywitch]

"Until recently?" Jenny grinned. "Bright and shiny Sunnydale, California, two hours outside of Los Angeles and home to the weirdest population on the planet outside of this place."

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

[Ten seems to remember hearing tell that Tara comes from Sunnydale. Other than being dead, Tara is quite possibly one of the more normal people he knows, but that doesn't discount the rest of the town.] I'll take your word for it. North or south?

[romanywitch]

"Southern California," says Jenny. "So, what subject do you teach?"

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

Oh. [He looks startled, realising he hadn't introduced himself and extends a hand for her to shake.] The Doctor. Quantum Physics.

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

[The Doctor comes in and takes a rather large helping of nachos with faux cheese and jalepeño peppers, as well as a rather large glass of lemonade. He drops into the chair between Grissom and Methos, smiling at both and wonders where the body shots are at, yo. Setting his plate down, he opens Hobbes again and begins to eat. At one point he laughs so hard that he almost chokes on a pepper.]

[prof-methos.livejournal.com]

[Note dropped on the open book.] Quite well received, thank you. Must tell CJ she is genius. -M

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

((For those who might wonder, the quote that makes Ten choke is the following:
"The present only has a being in nature; things past have a being in the memory only; but things to come have no being at all, the future being but a fiction of the mind, applying the sequels of actions past to the actions that are present; which with most certainty is done by him that has most experience, but not with certainty enough." (part I, chapter 3) ))

[prof-methos.livejournal.com]

[Methos pounds Ten helpfully on the back, and looks over his shoulder at the book.] Just because you've got a more enlightened perspective on the matter is no reason to poke fun at us poor linear beings.

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

[Ten coughs and eyes the letter in Methos' hand, but says nothing about it.] I think the problem is more that I have respect for some of the other things Hobbes says. He was a postmodernist before postmodernism. But this...he's completely off base with his views on time. [He rubs his back.] Ow. That hurt.

[prof-methos.livejournal.com]

[Methos drops the letter into his lap, and lifts both hands to rub Ten's shoulders, making soothing circles on his back.] Sorry. I forgot you were such a fragile thing. [Methos nods at the book.] About the only Hobbs I can stand is the imaginary stuffed tiger one.

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

You're so eminiently cultured, I just can't stand it. [Ten smirks, but leans subtly into the backrub. He eyes the letter, uncertain if he's supposed to read it or not.]

[prof-methos.livejournal.com]

[Methos notices the direction of Ten's eyes, shrugs, and hands over the letter.] It's not a tremendous secret.

[The letter reads:
Dear Adam Pierson:

I rather resent using that address for you, but it is the most appropriate for the topic at hand. We have come into the possession of a copy of an ancient Watcher chronicle during excavations of former Watcher headquarters in Asia Minor. The journal appears to be approximately four thousand years old, written in Indus script, which, as I'm sure you know, is indecipherable to modern scholars.

We write to you in the hopes that, out of loyalty for the organization you hoodwinked for so many years, you would be willing to undertake this translation for us. This is an almost unprecedented find for us, and would be one of the most antique Watcher chronicles in our possession. I sincerely doubt any Immortal portrayed in its pages is still alive, but it would be fascinating in a historical context.

If you are willing to do this, please reply and we will forward the diary to you. If not, then do not trouble to respond.]

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

[Ten reads it quickly and squints at it, then rereads it, smirking at the first sentence.] How...delightful. [He looks Methos in the eye.] What are you going to do about it? I already know you're going to translate the thing.

[prof-methos.livejournal.com]

{Methos smiles wryly.] How'd you guess? Yes, I'm going to translate the bloody thing -- if I can, my Indus isn't exactly as good as it was, say, four thousand years ago -- and then I'll return the original and translation to them and continue to let them ignore me. Personally, I thought hiding from everyone as the foremost expert on the Immortal Methos was a clever idea, but then, clever people resent being out-clevered.

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

Don't know you entirely, but I know you well enough. [His smile is vaguely self-mocking, recalling their conversation on Friday.] And aye, most clever people DO resent being outwitted...[His eyes meet Methos' own.] Why do you think we get along the way we do?

[His voice softens and becomes quieter.] Adam, do you honestly think they're going to keep ignoring you?

[prof-methos.livejournal.com]

[Methos grins back at him, recalling the same conversation.] Are you saying that one of us isn't clever? Because I am *so* clever.

[Methos takes the letter back and folds it.] No, I imagine that they'll hit me up for projects like this now and again. At least as long as this generation of Watchers still hate my guts for fooling them for so long. I suppose in thirty or forty years I'll be grand old uncle Methos, eccentric, but not the one who personally made them look like idiots.

[Tinge of nostalgia:] I really did enjoy the research work.

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

[A half smile and faux antagonism.] I'm far more clever than you, and you know it.
...I honestly don't think they're going to just let this go, Adam. Then again, since you're so brilliant, you could probably outwit any cunning plan they devise.

[mrsvandekamp.livejournal.com]

Bree takes a seat, working on her knitting and sipping on a flask, smiling at everyone who passes by.