potions class RP

[estebanmd]

Attired in standard faculty robes, Stephen Maturin stands behind a long table at the head of the potions classroom, waiting for the class to come to order. He is in no great hurry, but when one or two conversations trickle over into the silence that otherwise falls over the room, he gives the assembled students a look that raises a "shhh" from the

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[doctordweeb]

Daniel found a table and waited for the rest of his groupmates to show up--he knew Janet would be in class, so he'd worn his best BDU's and cursed his lack of civilian clothing. He busied himself arranging the equipment, hoping like hell he didn't do anything stupid in front of Janet.

[doctordweeb]

"Talking hats, talking cats, marshmallow men...the list goes on," he said, pounding away at the roots. "I could do a whole second thesis on the population of this school...in fact, it's more than a little tempting." Not that he'd be able to publish it anywhere outside the SGC, but it was the thought that counted.

Daniel himself was wondering if someone might loan him some clothes, or if he could somehow sneak out and buy some before tomorrow night. BDU's, even clean and pressed ones, didn't exactly scream 'romantic dinner date'.

[dr_fraiser]

"I missed out on the cats and marshmallow men. I really can't decide if that's a bad thing or not." She grinned. "You do that, I'll keep trying to see if I can research animagi or observe in the infirmary." She shredded the mandrake with a bit more gusto than she intended thinking about the arrogant jerk she spoke to when she had previously inquired about it.

She started working on trying to powder her pile of shredded roots. "On second thought, I'm not sure if this reminds me more of chemistry or cooking. I think I made a dessert like this once."

[doctordweeb]

"With roots shaped like babies?" he asked. "Sounds like dessert with Hannibal Lecter." No sooner did he look away from what he was doing than he mashed his finger with the pestle and bit down on an expletive.

"I knew there was a reason stone tools became obsolete," he muttered, wincing. He considered sticking the finger in his mouth, but thought better of it--he didn't really want to know what would happen if he did. "This kind of thing was made for people with doctors' hands," he said, glancing at Janet's small fingers. "It certainly wasn't made for mine."

[dr_fraiser]

"Or, you could keep an eye on what you're supposed to be doing," she said, grinning. "A food processer would be nice, though. There'd certainly be less of a risk of smashing things. More of a risk of people slicing their fingers open trying to get that last bit out of the bottom, though."

[doctordweeb]

Daniel laughed, half guiltily--at the SGC, if Siler wasn't the one who would do it, he himself certainly would be.

"Yeah, but then they'd need a doctor, wouldn't they?" he asked, looking sidelong at her and smiling. "There's always a silver lining."

[dr_fraiser]

"Well, there is that. I really am enjoying myself here, and it's nice to not be dealing with horrible injuries and strange diseases every day, but... well, I really don't know what to do with myself now." She held up the powdered root for Daniel's inspection. "Does this look fine enough to you?"

[estebanmd]

(( Hi, Janet-mun, Daniel-mun and Nessa-mun -- I've just been told by JD-mun that his computer is really acting up, hence JD's inactivity in this RP. So just go ahead and keep RPing, no need to wait for JD. I don't want to penalise the character for the mun's computer problems; is there a way to assume somehow that he's been collaborating? ))