Rachel
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Post by Rachel on Jun 30, 2008 11:43:18 GMT -5
*Rachel walked in and looked around. She had time traveled but, to her, it didn't make a difference: she had an AP exam back home and sipping tea and eating pasteries wasn't going to get her a 5 on the AP exam. Even if she didn't think she was ever going to get back home...
With her infamous yellow STAPLES legal note pad in her hand and her dad's fountain pen between her teeth, she climbed a ladder to get a better look at the book titles.*
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Post by Professor Henry Jamison on Jun 30, 2008 11:55:38 GMT -5
Professor Jamison ambled into the library, his arms full of papers and his infamous bottle of maroon ink clutched awkwardly in one long, bony hand. He honestly hated teaching--hated grading even more, in fact--but if all he had to do to get grant money for his expeditions was talk at a bunch of misbegotten young men and read the drivel they produced for a few months out of the year, so be it. Today he had chosen to go to his favorite spot in the library--deliciously deserted on a Friday afternoon--to plow through the newest stack of frivolity his pupils had turned in.
He found his cherished table and began reading the papers.
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Post by Rachel on Jun 30, 2008 12:04:11 GMT -5
*Rachel looked down as she heard someone walk in. She was rather high up the ladder and she held on for dear life.*
"Um...E-excuse me," *she stammered, trying not to freak out.* "Do you know where I can find some books on, um... Linean taxonomy?"
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Post by Professor Henry Jamison on Jun 30, 2008 12:18:53 GMT -5
Jamison was so startled by the unexpected sound of a human voice that he nearly upset his ink bottle. He cast about until he caught sight of his interrupter, and this time was actually startled enough to spill a bit of the ruddy ink onto the faded varnish of the table.
"You're in the wrong section entirely," he said when he felt he could trust his voice to sound unshaken and sure. "You want to be three cases to the left and four or five shelves down, I believe. Though my students just finished writing on the subject, so good luck finding anything on the shelves, young..." he squinted, "lady?"
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Post by Rachel on Jun 30, 2008 12:32:19 GMT -5
*Rachel put a hand to her hip, completely forgetting that she was very high up.* "Well, I'm obviously not a man! I'm wearing a skirt, aren't I?"
*She quickly got down, moved the ladder and checked in the place the old man said to look.* "Bugger," *she muttered, slapping the case out of frustration.*
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Post by Professor Henry Jamison on Jun 30, 2008 12:57:31 GMT -5
"That's no skirt! That--that's--practically indecent! Is there a traveling theatre coming through town?" He stood up and stared at the strange girl, puzzled at why such a creature would be intruding in the university library. "How on earth did you come to be in here? This library is reserved for staff and students, this university does not admit women at all to the best of my knowledge."
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Post by Rachel on Jun 30, 2008 13:07:34 GMT -5
*Rachel slid down the ladder, not bothering to use the rungs, and marched over.* "You know, 19th century France isn't really big on the AC so I had to improvise," *she said with maybe a bit too much attitude.* "And what's wrong with it? I mean, it goes below my knees."
*She shifted her weight to one leg and stood proudly upon her three-inch pumps.* "You know, Charles Dana Gibson said it the best: men are the weaker sex. Those blokes'll do anything for a woman in heels."
*No... she didn't think the whole I-used-my-feminine-wiles story would work. No on ever believed her so she thought she'd move on to a more realistic story.*
"Well, I did that last week. Today I just... picked a lock on that window and climbed in," *she pointed to the slightly ajar window behind the old guy and sounded a little self-conscious.*
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Post by Professor Henry Jamison on Jul 1, 2008 13:20:38 GMT -5
Jamison blinked, shook his head, and sat back down, picking up his pen and fixing his gaze on the nearest paper. "I must be overtired--perhaps ill. I've never had such bizarre hallucinations before; usually the floozies show more than their ankles, and they make more sense when they speak!" He looked about nervously. "I say, I would think my imagination would choose a more exciting place than the library."
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Post by Rachel on Jul 1, 2008 13:39:20 GMT -5
*Rachel frowned, pursed her lips and slammed both hand on his desk. She quickly caught his ink bottle before it tipped over.*
"Yeah, says a LOT about your imagination if it places you here on a Friday afternoon, except this isn't an acid trip, old man!" *she yelled.*
"Now..." *Rachel stood up, assuming perfect posture.* "I've got an AP exam coming up and I didn't busted my nonexistant rear end for eight months so I could get anything less than a five. Got it? Okay. Good. Where can I find books on Linean taxonomy?"
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Post by Professor Henry Jamison on Jul 1, 2008 14:07:11 GMT -5
Jamison resumed reading the horrible papers, not sparing his hallucination another glance.
However, for some reason, he felt compelled to answer.
"I told you, my students have likely taken all of the books on Linean taxonomy; you'll have to come back at a later time, I suppose."
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Post by Rachel on Jul 1, 2008 14:13:21 GMT -5
"Wait a minute," *she said, getting an idea.* "You teach this stuff--you can help me! Screw books I've got a biology professor!"
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Post by Professor Henry Jamison on Jul 1, 2008 14:44:53 GMT -5
Jamison tried to tune out the rather pushy figment, but alas, he found the venture entirely unsuccessful. He looked up with an annoyed sigh.
"You are truly the most disagreeable hallucination I have ever had, and your language is far too crude for such a young lady. I will have to speak to my housekeeper about supper; perhaps the beef was a bit off."
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Post by Rachel on Jul 3, 2008 0:01:10 GMT -5
"Oh, my language can get cruder, Mister. This is me being polite," *she said, narrowing her eyes.* "Now, seriously: what do I have to do..." *Rachel paused as an idea hit her.*
*She held up her left hand, the back of it facing the old guy.* "Carpals, metacarples. Proximal bones of the wrist: scaphoid, lunate, triquetrum, pisiform," *she rattled off in an impossible pace.* "Distal bones of the wrist: trapezium, trapezoid, capitate, hamate. Of course, I use the acronym "Scared Lovers Try Positions That They Can't Handle". Kinda crude but it's the only way I can remember all of them. Also, the thumb is connected to the trapezium and can be moved 90 degrees. The position of the thumb allows for opposition and this kinda what sets up apart from dogs, according to Darwin. Anyway! The phalanges extend into three distinct regions: proximal, intermediate and distal."
*Of course she pointed every bone she mentioned with ridiculous accuracy.*
"Must I name all the bones in the body before you believe that I'm a learned woman and not some hallucination?"
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Post by Professor Henry Jamison on Jul 9, 2008 12:17:21 GMT -5
"Ha!"
Jamison leapt from his seat and pointed a triumphant finger at the apparition. "You have just proven your own impossibility! Everyone knows women don't have the mental capacity for scientific learnings." Vindicated, Henry resumed his seat and looked again to the papers. "Definitely the beef. Or perhaps my students' drivel has finally driven me to madness." He glanced up at the most-assuredly-a-hallucination with a touch of annoyance. "Though I'm displeased to see that my brain still insists on annoying me with your presence even after I have most logically explained you away. What do I have to do to get rid of you?"
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Post by Rachel on Jul 9, 2008 19:33:26 GMT -5
"I memorized all that for my exams so I can eventually get into medical school!" *she screamed, gesturing wildly.*
*Rachel looked disgusted.* "I didn't think educated people like you would be sexists! You are really a disappointment. You know what? I'm surprised you didn't say something racist! Go on. You know you want to say something about my eyes."
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