E-Mails To Friends (Encrypted)
Dear Carolyn:
I've bitten the bullet and signed up to work as a clinic assistant here. Don't tell Uncle George, not to mention Landry or that fink, Mackenzie. I really don't want Uncle George to have apoplexy, but nearly everyone here knows by now that I have 'extensive first aid training,' so I may as well spend some time keeping what skills I can in practice. The facade of being a bunch of normal teenagers from Colorado Springs High School was threadbare and tattered long ago--right around the time the zombies invaded.
Yes, I said zombies. Remember that retrovirus? I never did tell you where I got those samples from, did I? Don't bother calling Mackenzie. Charlie and Liz will back my story up. Jack would too if we could get ahold of him for you to ask about them.
That doesn't particularly matter right now, though the next time I'm dragged kicking and screaming back to Colorado Springs, we're getting a drink and I'm telling you about all the craziness here. I need another favor. I know, but I have no access to any information otherwise, and like I told you, it's necessary here the way it wouldn't be at a normal high school. Would you mind running a background check on two names for me? Check out what you can find on Adam Pierson--he's got information both for the United States and somewhere in Europe. There's also another name, probably an alias for someone: Methos.
Thanks, Carolyn. Also, please don't tell Mackenzie I'm the one who poured itching powder in his locker. He was really irritating me, trying to track me down and possibly add Liz to his case study. Her memories have started returning, by the way, and I'd appreciate it if you could let me know what happened out in you-know-where. She's been worried.
Janet
Dear Uncle George:
I'm sure by now you've gotten a letter from Mackenzie detailing my most recent adventures in Colorado Springs. Oops. A photocopy seems to have accidentally been mailed to my address here at Fandom High. I haven't the faintest idea how that happened.
I also have no idea how he developed an allergic reaction to the mashed potatoes in the mess, nor do I have any clue whatsoever how he took a shower that ended up dyeing his skin a virulent shade of puce, and I'm completely flabbergasted as to how anyone could have possibly broken into his locker and doused his clothing in some strange variant of itching powder that required a scrubbing with bacon grease to counteract. You should really take a look at the chemists on base, because the fact that it all happened the weekend that I was there for Liz's medical exams? Well, that's completely a coincidence.
Or I was being framed. Your choice.
By the way, please tell Mackenzie that adding Liz to his case study would not be in his best interests. I'm sure that, at least, he can understand. By now.
Love,
Janet
P.S. Tell Teal'c the shipment I owe him is on its way.
Mackenzie:
I did warn you. Next time, listen.
Janet
OOC: Please see me if you want your character to break the encryption.
I've bitten the bullet and signed up to work as a clinic assistant here. Don't tell Uncle George, not to mention Landry or that fink, Mackenzie. I really don't want Uncle George to have apoplexy, but nearly everyone here knows by now that I have 'extensive first aid training,' so I may as well spend some time keeping what skills I can in practice. The facade of being a bunch of normal teenagers from Colorado Springs High School was threadbare and tattered long ago--right around the time the zombies invaded.
Yes, I said zombies. Remember that retrovirus? I never did tell you where I got those samples from, did I? Don't bother calling Mackenzie. Charlie and Liz will back my story up. Jack would too if we could get ahold of him for you to ask about them.
That doesn't particularly matter right now, though the next time I'm dragged kicking and screaming back to Colorado Springs, we're getting a drink and I'm telling you about all the craziness here. I need another favor. I know, but I have no access to any information otherwise, and like I told you, it's necessary here the way it wouldn't be at a normal high school. Would you mind running a background check on two names for me? Check out what you can find on Adam Pierson--he's got information both for the United States and somewhere in Europe. There's also another name, probably an alias for someone: Methos.
Thanks, Carolyn. Also, please don't tell Mackenzie I'm the one who poured itching powder in his locker. He was really irritating me, trying to track me down and possibly add Liz to his case study. Her memories have started returning, by the way, and I'd appreciate it if you could let me know what happened out in you-know-where. She's been worried.
Janet
Dear Uncle George:
I'm sure by now you've gotten a letter from Mackenzie detailing my most recent adventures in Colorado Springs. Oops. A photocopy seems to have accidentally been mailed to my address here at Fandom High. I haven't the faintest idea how that happened.
I also have no idea how he developed an allergic reaction to the mashed potatoes in the mess, nor do I have any clue whatsoever how he took a shower that ended up dyeing his skin a virulent shade of puce, and I'm completely flabbergasted as to how anyone could have possibly broken into his locker and doused his clothing in some strange variant of itching powder that required a scrubbing with bacon grease to counteract. You should really take a look at the chemists on base, because the fact that it all happened the weekend that I was there for Liz's medical exams? Well, that's completely a coincidence.
Or I was being framed. Your choice.
By the way, please tell Mackenzie that adding Liz to his case study would not be in his best interests. I'm sure that, at least, he can understand. By now.
Love,
Janet
P.S. Tell Teal'c the shipment I owe him is on its way.
Mackenzie:
I did warn you. Next time, listen.
Janet
OOC: Please see me if you want your character to break the encryption.