*looks at his calendar and realises, with some surprise, that it's the start of a new term* *really does lose track of time when he spends the holidays in non-corporeal form*
*concentrates really hard on congealing back into his regular Professor-of-Nuclear-Physics form* *turns on the television to get some idea of what the kids are wearing these days* *acquires some relatively fashionable clothes on the basis of the first programme he sees which is, mercifully, a contemporary sitcom and not a historical documentary*
*ventures out of his on-campus accomodation to stroll through the square of one of the colleges in Ossiriand University, smiling faintly at all the mortal children who have descended on the place for induction week*
*hopes at least some of them are smart enough to deal with his weekly assignments*
Tags:
ingil, telimektar
Comments
From:
Date: 08/19/2007 17:41:52
*falls into step with you*
*as though he just spoke to you ten minutes ago rather than about a billion years ago* Hey, Ori. *looking at a campus map* Was the Math building always behind Socio...logics? This place has been change-ish every year since I first showed up eight years ago.
*(it really hasn't)*
From:
Date: 08/19/2007 17:44:18
*looks at you, only marginally surprised at the sense of déja-vu he feels*
*sagely* Unlikely, 'gil. Unlikely. Have you decided to take Physics yet?
From:
Date: 08/19/2007 17:51:13
Unknown. My advisor told me to avoid the confusling sciences 'til next year or possibly forever but... *forgets where he was going with this* ...my roommate is a Ballet major?
*scratches his chin* Are you taking Physics?
From:
Date: 08/19/2007 17:53:26
Your roommate must be very flexible. How exciting.
*looks at you, just about keeping from laughing* *ruffles your hair fondly* Yes. In that I'm teaching it.
From:
Date: 08/19/2007 17:58:04
*looks at you oddly* I don't have a roommate. What? Actualing, I may be getting one. *peers up into the daytime sky and looks for himself* *failing to find him* They come and go.
Oh, you're...in that case I think I will take it. *a bit shyly* Gosh you're shiningy today.
From:
Date: 08/19/2007 18:04:22
*looks at his own outstretched hand* It's hard to keep the particles together. I guess it's why my students wear sunglasses. They can't look me in the eyes.
*glances at you and smiles* You should sit in on some of my classes.
From:
Date: 08/19/2007 18:11:11
It's hard to keep the particles together.
*smiles at your smile* It's a common problem. I just heard my heart fall to pieces. I'm okay looking at you, though. I'm not that flammiful. Do you grade on a curve?
You should sit in on some of my classes.
*♥!!!* Not a problem, common or uncommon. As long as it's not Wednesday afternoons because I promised Pops I'd go to all my Linguistics lectures this term.
From:
Date: 08/19/2007 18:14:55
But we're very uncommon, 'gil. *quirks a tiny grin* We'd better get you a band-aid for that. *drops his hand to take hold of yours* Oh, yes. I'm a horrible, horrible marker, you know. Very tough.
*cheerfully* How is your father?
From:
Date: 08/19/2007 18:18:42
*sighs in apparent disappointment* Tough is for jerky and shoe leather. *traces the edge of your hand with a finger*
How is your father?
Far. *thinks* Still important. *thinks harder* It may be he sends me too much money. *hitting upon a nicety* How are your parents?
From:
Date: 08/19/2007 18:22:04
*obliviously* No wonder my students hate me, hm? *looks down at his hand and sees starlight flickering over your finger* Now. That's not fair.
In this world, I have been told that there is no such thing as too much money. *leads you up the steps to the Physics Building* My parents are well but they never stay in one place for long.
From:
Date: 08/19/2007 18:28:16
*lets go of your hand and grins sheepishly* All's fair. *contemplatively* If they all hated you we'd have no Ballet majoring. I don't think we have a Ballet major. I'm really Sirius.
*stays close to you* *shrugs* There's money and then there's beer. Or beer is money or something. I haven't decided.
they never stay in one place for long
And now you're here teaching. Your pin's in the map. How will they cope?
From:
Date: 08/19/2007 18:35:14
I'm sure my Mum could do something about the lack of Ballet majoring.
I haven't decided.
*laughs softly* I don't think anyone has, 'gil.
How will they cope?
Just 'cause they can't see me doesn't mean they don't know where I am. *plucks his mail out of his pigeonhole, amazed that he has accumulated quite so much* *nods vaguely at the department secretaries as he goes into his office*
From:
Date: 08/19/2007 18:42:38
*looking vaguely troubled* Valar. I saw them every day at home and then I think I saw one every night away. But I was just an Elf.
*follows you inside and promptly sneezes* I'd never be a professor in this air. It's also a bit crampish?
From:
Date: 08/19/2007 18:46:23
*sits down at his desk* *starts opening his mail* *murmurs* You were never just an Elf, sweetheart.
*stacks the spam in one pile, the bills in another pile and the personal letters in another pile*
*looks up at you* Sit down and I prefer 'cosy' rather than 'crampish'.
From:
Date: 08/19/2007 18:52:10
*smiles* Oh, Telu. I'll study hard, I swear.
*obeys* *kicks his feet up on your desk*
*watches you contentedly for a while* I got a fan letter once. "Dear Gil. You are my favorite star. Enclosed: One pair used panties. Love, Crystal." I thought that was a funny name for a girl.
From:
Date: 08/19/2007 18:55:33
*smiles too* Of course you will. *offhandedly (and entirely innocently)* And I can give you extra tuition, if you feel you need it.
*grins* Did you write her back? *sets to systematically shredding all the spam*
From:
Date: 08/19/2007 19:01:50
*laughs* *plainly for a change* You'll quit in two weeks. And I'll be mopey.
Nah. Pops put a person on my post. *amusedly* Pickled peppers. Anyway, boxers are boatloads better. Brilliant.
From:
Date: 08/19/2007 19:13:01
Can't have that. No, indeed. *without looking up, extends his hand towards you, beckoning you forwards*
From:
Date: 08/19/2007 19:17:49
*drops his feet to the floor and gets up*
*comes around to your side of the desk and sits on the edge of it* At least you have windows. You might fall but that's the way life goes.
From:
Date: 08/19/2007 19:20:09
*quickly scans a postcard from his parents* *without looking up, runs the flat of his palm up your thigh to rest on your hip* It's a risk I'm willing to take.
*turns the postcard over and shakes his head* Balar. Nice.
From:
Date: 08/19/2007 19:36:44
*feels his breath catch in his throat*
*faintly* It's an island.
From:
Date: 08/19/2007 19:42:22
Islands are horrendous things. Small and lonely little satellites. *doesn't move his hand from your hip*
*finally begins to flick through his bills* Cable TV is expensive. *finally looks up at you*
From:
Date: 08/19/2007 19:54:00
*glances at the picture on the postcard before flipping it over* *runs his fingers over the lines of writing* They're mostly flat and small and do the reading for you. See?
Cable TV is expensive.
*softly* It's all for madmen early in the morning. I've watched.
*leans down to kiss your lips*
From:
Date: 08/19/2007 19:57:32
I forget to watch. It's all chat shows and reality shows and unreality shows anyway.
*kisses you warmly, letting his hand drift around to the small of your back*
*gently pulls you down onto his lap so that he can kiss you in comfort*
From:
Date: 08/19/2007 21:38:30
*wriggles a little to better situate himself*
*eagerly returns your kisses* There's no unreality like you.
From:
Date: 08/20/2007 04:34:03
*smiles a little* You should try reality sometimes, 'gil. It's almost as much fun.
*gently touches the side of your cheek with his knuckles and looks at you intently before kissing you again*
From:
Date: 08/20/2007 06:55:10
*presses one hand flat against your chest and flicks his tongue over yours*
*shrugs* I miss the sky but it's okay.
From:
Date: 08/20/2007 07:31:38
*sighs* I'll figure out a way to bring you sometime. It's not the same as before, though. The new stars aren't very chatty.
*lets his kisses roam over your face and down your throat before returning to your mouth* You'll have to behave this year, though. Try to stay on campus?
From:
Date: 08/20/2007 07:42:45
*climbs out your lap and stretches leisurely*
*walks over to a window and squishes his nose against it to look out*
Roaming's what I like. Maybe just to town? The townies let me tend bar when I tell them I'm High Prince. Also, pizza.
From:
Date: 08/20/2007 07:46:38
*laughs softly as he straightens his shirt and tie*
*sits back and puts his feet up on his desk* Pizza and bars. Well. How about a new ground-rule? You tell me when you're roaming so that when your Dad rings to get the search party put together, I'll at least have a heads-up as to where you are.
From:
Date: 08/20/2007 07:58:51
*actually does see a bit of sense in this* Oh. Yeah, sure.
*after a moment, helpfully* Not right now. I'm in the Physics-or-Math building right now. *luminous smile* With you.
From:
Date: 08/20/2007 08:01:03
*laughs and smiles at you fondly*
*reproachfully* But you'll be gone in no time, won't you?
From:
Date: 08/20/2007 08:08:36
Maybe. *walks back over to you and runs his hands through your hair, making it stand on end* But not for long. I've got schooling and you are notfinitely cosy, not crampish.
From:
Date: 08/20/2007 08:18:46
*wrinkles up his nose and grins* That's right, 'gil. You do have schooling.
*reaches for your wrist and pulls you around so that you're standing in front of him* You look after yourself, do you hear? *pokes you lightly in the stomach* Sure, you're only delicate.
From:
Date: 08/20/2007 08:26:05
*frames your face with his hands* I'll look after me and you'll look after me and I'll look before you. Cross the street. Both ways. I hope you don't give too much homework.
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