One Day at the Book Store

 

 

 

Blair played by Mi

Methos by CCL

 

 

 

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<BLAIR> ::so intent on reading the tribal customs of the chopak he runs right over some poor man kneeling to grab a book:: Oh Man! That so sucked. ::grabbing his head:: Oh! ::tries to help the man off the floor.::  Are you okay?

<METHOS> ::staggers to his feet a bit perturbed but brushes himself off nonchalantly:: I'll live. ::looks at the disintegrated binding on the book he was perusing and sighs:: That, however, has definitely seen better days. ::kneels to collect the strewn pages::


<BLAIR> Oh man! I am so sorry. ::hits his knees and helps gather the wayward pages:: Oh God! I killed the book, This is so like gonna bring me bad karma!

 

<METHOS> ::quirks a brow and grins:: I think it was dead long before you decided to trample it. And some how I think the fates will grant a small reprieve. It wasn't that good a read when it was in mint condition. If the author hadn't died a horrible death and become somewhat notorious, it wouldn't be worth the paper it was printed on. ::eyes the book in the other man's hands:: You know books?


<BLAIR> Oh yeah Man! Love books, It is kinda my life ::smiles up at the man:: This one ::waves the book:: Is about the Chopak. It is not that good of a read either, but the last week has made it necessary, for me at least, to brush up. Can I try to help you find another copy of this? ::hands man the papers he collected::


<METHOS> ::stuffs the crumbling pages back inside the worn leather binding:: Nah, I never was a fan of the Marquis anyway. Just thought it would make for an interesting gift for a rather straight and narrow-minded friend. ::chuckles to himself before placing the book back:: Chopak huh? What are you reading that for?


<BLAIR> ::laughs:: De Sade? Yeah, he makes people go WTF? ::bounces a little on his knees:: I met someone this week who lived with the chopak tribe. Pretty cool stuff. He was taken in as their.. Well like a tribal elder in a way, a white man. It was like a big thing man, for the chopak to listen and respect an outsider, the tribe is so closed.

 

<METHOS> ::looks intrigued:: That is rather strange...nothing in their history suggests...::trails off and smiles:: I never was a careful study on the subject...so what about this friend of yours? Why did they take him in?


<BLAIR> ::bites bottom lip and thinks:: Have you ever read Sir Richard Burtons work? The explorer not the actor. ::blinks up at him::

 

<METHOS> ::looks thoughtful and shakes his head:: No, I can't say that I have. But I haven't had much time to do a lot of reading as of late. ::gets to his feet and extends a hand to help the other man up:: Life has gotten a bit chaotic.


<BLAIR> Oh tell me about it. ::takes his hand and looks up at him:: This whole week has so sucked. ::smiles:: Hey wanna go get a coffee?


<METHOS> ::smiles back:: Sure, why not? ::gestures for the man to lead the way:: So fill me in on this research you're doing. I'm a bit of researcher myself...

 

<BLAIR> ::leads them to the back of the shop where there is a coffee maker and chairs sit up to sit around and read or discuss:: Hey! ::extends hand:: I am Blair Sandburg. I professor at Rainer, I teach Anthropology. Good to met ya. ::bounces a little smiles and makes up two Styrofoam coffee cups::

<METHOS>::watches and extends his hand:: Adam Pierson. Anthropology, huh? You look a bit young to be a professor... ::raising a brow and accepting one of the cups::

 

<BLAIR> I'm older than I look. ::smiles:: I am working on a dissertation. right now to go ahead and get my Doctorate in the field, but I am kinda a book worm. ::motions for Adam to sit down:: I have more degrees than I know what to do with. ::winks at him as he sits down the bounces right back up:: You want cream or sugar? ::already at the coffee table before he finishes asking::

<METHOS> ::sits down and watches with amusement:: Aren't we all older than we look. Ah...just sugar...please. So why all the degrees? Making a career out of being a student? What's the dissertation about? Oh wait...let me guess...::taps the book:: Chopak?


<BLAIR> ::laughs and hands him a few sugar packs and a little red straw before sitting back down and putting his coffee on the floor:: Sir Burton wrote a text about Sentinel's, your familiar? Anyway I want to prove his theory was right, I mean there are already cases of people having one or two super hyper senses, but someone with all 5 is what he would refer to as a Sentinel.

<METHOS> ::stops fixing his coffee to stare at the man:: Super human senses? Sentinels? And just how are you going to prove his theory right? ::scoffs and shakes his head:: You'd have better luck proving...oh I dunno...the existence of immortality, I'd think... ::smiles and adds another packet of sugar and stirs the hot liquid before taking a sip::


<BLAIR> ::wiggles back in his chair while still perching on the edge, looking all the world like a Cat fixing to pounce something that has caught it's eye:: But in my research it was thought one maybe two of the Sentinel's and their guides, were immortal. ::blue eyes flicker over his form:: I know, I will leave the mystical stuff out. ::grins:: but there are documented cases that would lend proof to both cases.

<METHOS> ::perks up:: Is that so? Hmmm...well tell me more...I'm all about living forever... ::leans forward on his forearms, hands clasped and studying Blair from beneath a fringe of lashes:: You think this friend of yours was maybe accepted by the tribe because of his powers or what have you?

 

<BLAIR> ::wiggles all over in excitement and moves to sit cross legged at Adam's feet:: Okay see man it's like this. I mean, there are certain manifestations today of maybe one or two hyperactive senses, like taste and smell, people who work for coffee and perfume companies. Oh, and in Vietnam, the Army long-range recon units that had to change their diet to fish and rice because a Cong scout could smell a Westerner by his waste. ::lays a hand on his knee as he rambles:: So if My ::scoffs:: Friend demonstrated some of these senses that may be why the chopak shaman took him in.

 

<METHOS> ::watches the young man talk animatedly and chances a glance at the warm hand on his knee:: Well I suppose that makes sense...it would account for the sudden acceptance. I suppose they might even revere him... ::tilts his head to the side and looks thoughtful:: Has he told you much? This "friend" you spoke of? ::making the quote marks after sensing a bit of sarcasm when Blair mentioned the other man earlier::


<BLAIR> ::rambling on:: in all tribal cultures every village had what Burton named a Sentinel. Now this was someone who patrolled the border. You see, this Sentinel would watch for approaching enemies, change in the weather, and movement of game. Tribe survival depended on it. So they were respected above all. ::grins up at him, bashfully when he realizes he was talking over him:: Nah, he just threw me against the wall when I told him my theory, and threatened to arrest me on suspicion of narcotics.


<METHOS> ::chuckles and pats the hand on his knee:: You've got friends like that too, huh? I do remember that tiny bit of history but never heard about Sentinels have super senses...and I've been in research for years...although...it might explain part of Coltec's gift... ::mumbles and looks up:: Sorry...I thought I might have remembered something...you were saying?


<BLAIR> Man, maybe super human isn't right way to explain it, it is just so much better than normal humans ya know ::smiles:: What do you research? ::bounces a little and waits for him to talk with a soft smile::

<METHOS> ::fidgets slightly and struggles to put his career description into words:: Well uh...you could say I research ancient myths...trying to prove the existence of some of the more notable names from the bible. ::sighs and settles back:: People like Esther...Methuselah...how's your ancient history?

 

<BLAIR> Immortals? Like Methuselah? Oh yeah man, there goes another documented case of immortals. Noah, he lived what 900 years?

 

<METHOS> ::grins and shrugs:: Well it was Methuselah that was around 900 years...and Noah was around about 4 or 5 hundred...I find it hard to believe that people suddenly went from living for generations to dying after only a few decades...it's definitely food for thought on the immortality front. ::leans back and sprawls comfortably in the chair::

 

<BLAIR> :: Suddenly realizing he has his hand on this man knee scoots back and grabs his coffee still on the floor but giving him breathing room, looking up at him shyly now:: Yeah, I can like see that man. That is so cool. But like me, proving it will be a bitch. ::winks and takes a drink of his coffee:: Oh yeah, ::grins:: I like *so* need more caffeine.


<METHOS> ::nods and sips his coffee:: One of the better inventions in time. ::sighs:: It's still a toss up between this and beer, though. Breweries were a damn fine invention as well. I got...::backpedals and smiles:: I'd get sick of only drinking water and wine, wouldn't you?


<BLAIR> ::tilts his head and studies him for a minute before laughing softly:: Yeah man, I have no head for wine, makes me silly. ::grins:: Do *not* say don't blame the wine!


<METHOS> ::chuckles and relaxes again:: I wouldn't dream of it. So how long have you been working on your pet project? ::studies his face and clear blue eyes. His charm and energy utterly infecting Methos and stirring his curiosity::

 

<BLAIR> Well, since I found the Burtons text. about 8 years. ::smiles:: I have searched since then for a person who has all five senses, but ... Anyway this guy I found, he lived with the chopak. I have never been to Peru yet, so I have no first hand knowledge. I assume the tribe is primal, because this guy is like.. I donno.. Animalistic. ::smiles up at him and bounces into a cross-legged position closer:: But so are you. I can like almost see you as a big cat.

 

<METHOS> Animalistic, huh? I know the type. All barbarian. As for the big cat, well...I don't know whether to be flattered or offended. I suppose it would depend on the cat you see me as... ::rests his head on his hand and stares at the bouncing man:: Why don't you fill me in?


<BLAIR> Fill you in on the cat? ::grins but tries to act confused:: You got a friend that is like that? How do you handle it, because I am so close to telling Joe Friday to take himself a long walk off a short pier. ::laughs and moves the riot of curls that fell in front of his eyes outta the way:: I think Leopard.

 

<METHOS> ::grins:: Leopard. Sounds fitting. Even with the old phrase about Leopards never changing their spots. ::laughs:: It would certainly hold with MacLeod's opinion of me at the moment.


<BLAIR> ::smiles softly:: MacLeod is the Barbarian I take it. Clan is from the highlands, so I am guessing he is a throw back as well. You know that a Leopards spots never really stop changing. It's a proven fact, saw it on the animal planet. ::laughs and reaches out to slap his knee playfully::

 

<METHOS> ::looks impressed:: So you have studied. ::chuckles:: Yes, Duncan is quite the Highland brat when he decides his moral code has been broken by one of his "surrogate clan" ::shakes his head:: Maybe I should have you talk to him and make him see reason...He doesn't seem to think that people change over time... ::especially thousands of years he thinks to himself::


<BLAIR> Sure man, I could do that. Naomi, my mother, was all about raising me to accept and believe in change. I got years of flower power jive to give him. ::winks:: Or we could put him and Jim in a room and see what barbarian was left standing. ::makes a noise that sounds suspiciously like a giggle::

 

<METHOS> ::looks thoughtful and then grins, clasping his hands around his cup:: That second idea is not half bad. I think I'd actually pay to see that one. Hmm...what kind of odds would you give your friend?


<BLAIR> I don't know, I watched him for a few days this week and so far I am the only one he has tossed and held against the wall. ::grins:: But he has got that Alpha male thing really bad ya know. Control freak. But since I don't know your man, I couldn't give a good spread. ::laughs softly and crawls over to grab his cup and back again even closer in Adam's space::

<METHOS> ::shrugs:: Well it was a thought...::looks at Blair suspiciously:: But wait a minute...what's some product of flower power doing condoning a fight? If memory serves you're supposed to be all about peace and love. Or is it a charade just to lure women into bed? ::grins wickedly::


<BLAIR> Hey, what ever works man. ::grins:: No, I *so* don't do violence unless it is unavoidable. ::smiles:: But I don't mind talking about it. ::laughs::

<METHOS> ::nods:: You're not alone in that one. Violence is *definitely* not my cup of a tea...::lifts his cup and finishes his coffee:: Or coffee as it were.

<BLAIR> ::stands up and finishes off his coffee:: I hear ya man. ::tossing the cup in the wastepaper basket muttering about Styrofoam and the eco-system::

<METHOS> ::does the same and claps the other man on the shoulder, leaning in to whisper as he brushes past:: One step at a time, grasshopper. Rome wasn't built in a day and you can't change the world in one. ::grins::

 

<BLAIR> Hey man, I enjoyed it. I would really love to talk to ya again. ::steps up and wraps the man in a friendly hug:: My office is the artifacts room at the U, here. Stop by anytime or give me a call if you wanna met for a cup of coffee or something. ::moves away and flashes a brilliant smile:: Good luck with your throwback. Oh, wait here.. ::pulls a card out of his wallet and scribbles his e-mail address down:: Or e-mail me man.


<METHOS> ::smiles a bit uncertainly and tentatively hugs the man back:: Uh yeah...same here. And maybe I will stop by sometime...And uh...here...::hands the man his own card with his phone number, extension and email address printed neatly::  Let me know how your research goes.  I might be able to help.  ::shoves his hands along with Blair's card in his pockets and heads towards the door:: Artifacts room at the U. ::looks up and grins:: See you around, Blair. Good luck with the animal ::grins::

 

 

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