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Teacher's Lounge: [1/16]

Susan opened up the Teacher's Lounge, and left a selection of muffins and bagels for the teachers. Might as well get acquainted, so they'd know who to send the problem students to, if needed.

She stopped, frowning at a magazine someone had left on the coffee table.

People? Must be American. But who on Earth was J-Lo?

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Susan blinked at the sight of the Walkman, fascinated at such a tiny tape player, but a little wary of interrupting the new teacher (another kilt. Clearly dress code was not a problem) in the midst of his note-taking. She waved a muffin in his line-of-sight, and waited to see if he'd take off the (also tiny) head-phones.

Camulus blinks at the sight of food and realises that there was a human woman in his path. Time to put those skills Beka had informed him he had to use. He hunted for the 'stop' button but couldn't find it, so settled for simply taking off the headphones and tucking the whole thing away.

Susan was welcome to try and discover where.

"Tapadh leibh," he grumbled, taking the muffin from her. "Thank you. Although you seem to be unfamiliar, Miss . . ."

"Dr. Pevensie. Susan Pevensie. I'm the new school Counselor. And you're welcome." Susan smiled, then couldn't help but ask. "Your tape player, is that new? I've never seen one so compact. It's so convenient-- I don't suppose you know where I could purchase one?"

Camulus furrowed his brow at her question. "Compact? I find it large and unwieldly. I am unfond of Earth technology, but my class requires language tapes and it was the only device I could find which would play them. I suppose you could purchase one in town. Perhaps the Emporium."

"The Emporium." Blink. "Earth technology?"

Camulus completely missed the purpose of her italics. "Granted, they have developed some interesting methods of warfare - projectile weaponry, for example, was generally abandoned by the rest of the galaxy long before the degree of refinement the Tau'ri achieved." He paused, remembering the manners he was supposed to have. "Where were you from, again, Dr. Pevensie?"

"England," Susan said, still in stunned-bunny mode. She shook herself, and said, "I barely know how to respond to your answer. Tau'ri? I'm not familiar with that term." Putting together what he'd said, she took a breath and said, "Forgive the impertinence, but are you... are you an alien?"

He inclines his head, turning on the ole Cammie charm. "My apologies. Sometimes I forget myself. 'Tau'ri' is the name we have for the people of this world. And I am an alien. My host body is fully human, however." He smiles at her. "My host body being what you see before you. I, myself, am Goa'uld."

Good job, m'boy. You managed to explain it without commanding her to kneel before you even once.

Susan nodded, stunned. First a robot, then an alien. Forget magic, Fandom was beyond anything she'd ever heard of. "I see. And no apologies necessary, this is my first day here. I'm completely unfamiliar with everything, so please pardon my ignorance." She frowned. "So if you're a-- symbiote? An alien intelligence? Then I assume that your host is also present. That's *amazing*."

His host? Camulus fought a frown. She should be focusing on him, not a moldy human bard. "Yes, I suppose it would be for you. I teach Celtic Studies and a course on the legend of Arthur." What was it that she said she taught? Or did. "And you are a . . . counselor? I've never encountered the need for that in a school. I can understand their value in the running of an empire - I had several, but what would students need one for?"

"Arthur? I've always loved those legends. The return of the king from death is a symbol that turns up in my practice sometimes, as well."

Susan frowned a moment, then smiled. "Oh, I see your difficulty. I'm not the kind of counselor who assists in decision-making for a government, or finances-- although I suppose some of my colleagues do that as well. I'm a counselor for people having emotional or mental difficulties in coping with their problems. In the case of the students, if they were particularly unhappy, or angry, or finding school more than they could cope with, they could come talk to me as an intermediary with their teachers, or ask me for help in learning new ways of problem-solving."

"Ah, of course," Camulus nods. "Your services would appear to be much needed in this school. Especially with all the . . . emo being . . . thrown. Or something along those lines."

He flashes her another smile. "If you are interested in Arthur, feel free to sit in on a lesson any time. Tuesdays and Thursdays. I, by the way, am Camulus." He almost said the words, "I am your god" but managed to refrain.

"Emo?" Another Americanism. Really, she needed a dictionary. "Yes, well, I do hope I can be helpful. It looks to be fascinating, at the very least."

"Perhaps I shall," Susan said, smiling. "Hopefully I will have a free period or two during the week. I'd love to hear more about your course of study, and if I can't take advantage of being at a school to learn more, it'll only be because I'm too busy."

"Please do," Camulus says with another smile and a slight bow. "If you'll excuse me," he extracts the still-chirping Walkman, "I'm attempting to teach my class the rudiments of Scots Gaelic and I fear the task may overwhelm me yet."

"By all means, don't let me hinder you." Susan made another mental note about the Emporium, and already began planning ways to use the new little cassette player in place of her clunky old tape machine-- which had seemed so new and shiny when she'd bought it last year.

Camulus nodded at her, found a quiet corner, donned his head phones, and resumed his irate notetaking.

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