First floor lobby

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

After meeting the new librarian, she came back and plunked down in front of the TV in the lobby and turned it on to the music video channel from Canada, the one that actually played videos. She made her way through her new book, laughing out loud every now and again.

Because, lemme tell you something else I learned the very hard way: Every potential husband is a potential ex-husband or even a potential dead husband, and you need a plan just in case either scenario develops down the road. And sometimes (make that usually), whether he leaves your life upright or feet first, he leaves behind a big ole mess, and who do you think gets to clean it up all by herself? Don't be looking around. It's you, sweetie.

"Well, if that's not the truth..."

[[open...til lj goes down anyhow]]

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[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

John sits down on one of the overstuffed chairs and turns on the laptop.

He upgrades some software, sits back, and surfs.


Whadafuh? DID SOMEONE REMOVE ROCKER GESTURES FROM OPERA??

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

Leaving her book open, she laid in down against her leg and smiled at him.

"Mr. Connor. How's things?"

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

"Prof. Cregggggggggggg. Things were rockin' before, but aren't, now. Good book?"

John does not peer at the title.

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[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

"Great book. Why not rockin'?" she cocks her head to the side to look at his computer, "Technical difficulties?"


I've been getting that error ALL day. Grrr

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

"Upgraded my software on this thing, and now one of the features is missing. Which may be a 'feature' on this upgrade, ya never know."

He pondered for a second.

"You teach the speech classes, right?"

I can't respond via e-mail! I have to respond on teh frikkin' webpage!

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

"I do. Which means although I got the words you just said, it means very little to me." she smiled at him and leaned back. "Why? Want to take speech?"


I haven't been able to respond via email in forever for no good reason.

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

"Program? Went kerflooey. And it's annoying." He closed the lid. "And yeah, I meant to take Speech this semester, but things didn't work out."

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

"Too bad on both counts. I don't even want to think of my computer crashing. I keep everything on it. What did you take instead of speech?"

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

"Arthurian Traditions, I think. Not really sure. I... went away for the weekend, and just had a schedule, y'know?"

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

"Oh yeah, that's what happens when you go away. How's Arthurian Traditions going for you?"

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

"It's... going. Prof hasn't been there past coulple-a times. Seems a bit off, y'know?"

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

"Really? Seems like that happens a lot. It's Camulus, isn't it? That's the teacher?"

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, that's him. You know him?"

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

"Not really. No. What's he like?"

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

"Kilty. Very down with the Celtic, too."

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

"I see. I know Phoebe is his TA. So...kilty, huh? Is he a good teacher?"

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

"Decent enough. I mean, I've no complaints. How's your classes?"

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

"Small. Good. I had them tear down my office wall on Friday before spring break. I've only got like three students in the one class, and just like last term, they just keep dropping off one at a time."

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

"Yeah. I've noticed that people keep dissappearing."

He doesn't meet her eyes at this.

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

"John? Are you ok?"

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

"Me? Yeah, I'm fine. I just wish people would stay put where ya left 'em, y'know?"

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

"You're telling me. One day you're in the park, then you're in the dorms and...nevermind."

Bitter? Nope.

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

"Yeah."

A moment passes.

"Yours?"

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

"Mine huh?" she snaps out of whatever wicked reverie she was lost in and blinks at him.

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

"Sorry. What I meant was, I misplaced my mom. Or she misplaced me. And this place. So that's mine."