Free Period for Teachers -- Monday, October 17th

[principalconnor.livejournal.com]

Sarah makes sure that the hoagies, hamburgers, cheeseburgers, hot dogs, and other barbecue food are spread out for everybody to eat.

She sits down in one of the chairs and starts scribbling down notes, leaning over the notebook so no one can see what she's writing. She may be writing a Regency romance novel based on the Fandom High faculty, but you won't get her to admit it. Because she's not writing one, see.

It's entirely possible she's trying to picture Ash during the love scenes, but since she's not actually writing a romance novel -- *shifty eyes* -- she's not really picturing him, is she? Nope. No, sirree.

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[prof-methos.livejournal.com]

Methos shakes his hand. "No, I don't mind at all." He drops into a chair. "Mind if I bug you a bit?" He doesn't stop for an answer. "A few weeks ago when one of my library assistants was not... er, herself, she was reading something that looked like a variant of Egyptian hieroglyphics. I flatter myself that I can read many esoteric texts, but this one baffled me. Any idea where I could look to figure it out?"

[the-ascended.livejournal.com]

Daniel frowns. "What did it look like? Like yourself, I can read a number of esoteric texts, including several based on Egyptian hieroglyphs.

And you say that it was one of your library assistants reading? A student?"

The penny still hasn't dropped. Daniel clearly needs more coffee today.

[prof-methos.livejournal.com]

Methos shoves his hand through his hair. "It looked... like someone had taken hieroglyphics and de-emphasized their pictographical qualities. At a guess, it would be a form of writing that would be able to express more abstract and technical ideas, but only if one could *read* it. And Janet seemed to have no problem reading it."

[[OOC: I'm good-not-great with SG-1 stuff, so if I have misrepresented Go'ould writing I apologize.]]

[the-ascended.livejournal.com]

Daniel's head whips up. "Janet?"

[[ooc: That looks fine to me... I'm not great with the Goa'uld technical stuff myself *g*]]

[prof-methos.livejournal.com]

"Yes. Janet Fraiser. She's one of my assistants. You know her?"

[the-ascended.livejournal.com]

I'm only hopelessly in love with her! he thinks.

"Ah, yes I do actually. Quite well as a matter of fact."

[prof-methos.livejournal.com]

"Oh. Good. Well, anyway, she was rather, um, definite about not giving me any info on the script, so I thought I would check with you. And clue how to decifer it?"

[the-ascended.livejournal.com]

Daniel winced. "I... I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to help without seeing it. There are so many variations which sprung up, you know, and without visual identification, I'm not sure if I can help you."

[prof-methos.livejournal.com]

"Ah... how many variations can there be? I mean, the culture was so stable for so long -- " And I should know, bloody boring place to be sometimes... "-- that the writing did not so much change as get subsumed by other alphabets." Methos shrugged. "Anyway, I only got a quick glimpse. Not enough to produce anything like a reliable example. It's not a big deal, I was just curious."

[the-ascended.livejournal.com]

"Well, broadly speaking, trade was an influence on it, and also there were a number of groups that were... uh, relocated, shall we say, developing their own version of the writing.

And curiosity is not a bad thing. I'm only sorry that I can't help you."

[prof-methos.livejournal.com]

Relocated? Where on earth...? "Anyway, I'm sorry to bother you. Please get back to..." Methos makes a vague wave.

[the-ascended.livejournal.com]

"It's not a problem," Daniel smiles. "I was just thinking. Thank you for introducing yourself. I'm sure I'll be seeing more of you, as we're neighbours now."