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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[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.