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239/240: Study Time
Just after yelling at having lunch with Mr. Sulky Angel, Janet found a small, green envelope slipped under her door. It had her name on it, so she opened it and read the front of the card. "Her Grace, Admiral Honor Harrington," said Janet. The hours matched the Tactics of War class, so maybe the administration had finally fired Eighth for trying ( Read more... ) -
Room 239/240
Janet had gone to ACJ, then headed off to Classics, where Professor Dream had lent her some books on Ancient Hebrew. After that, she'd come back to the dorms to check on Mr. Sulky Angel, who had clearly taken sickbed lessons from SG-1, as evidenced by the fact that last night, she and Parker had been forced to escort him home after catching him ( Read more... ) -
E-Mail To All (Except Angel)
From: Fraiser, Janet ( Read more... ) -
Room 239/240: Wakefulness
Janet woke up slowly, wondering if they could get another week off after this week. Because, really, while working in a clinic all day, every day was both incredibly familiar, she didn't miss the exhaustion that came with every damn crisis.
She actually didn't miss the crises that much either. At least the second day of the blood drive seemed to ( Read more... ) -
Room 239/240: Studying During Break
Janet was sitting cross-legged on her bed, books from the library piled around her, seeing if there was anything she could find to help create an antidote to the poison. The door was open and she could be interrupted, though.
OOC: Open for interaction, though I know V is supposed to show up. And I will be AFK for several hours as I'm about to ( Read more... ) -
OOC: Availability
MacLeod's player is in for a visit this weekend, and the tabletop game I play in regularly is also today. Thus? Limited availability. Until tonight, when I hope to get MacLeod-mun's laptop hooked in with our network so she can get online too. -
OOC: Availability
In about ten minutes, I'm going to be stuck in a conference call for the next few hours--until around noon or one p.m. CST. Blecch.