[identity profile] dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com
After having spent most of the day curled up with Aziraphale, Wilson was still blissfully unaware that most of the island's student population was wee.

Under this sense of innocence, he headed into the clinic, checked up with the nurse and then settled in to work on crosswords for the evening, save for when Phale came down with dinner.
[identity profile] sexydoctor.livejournal.com
Considering the doctor on duty was currently in a coma, Christian took Dr. Wilson's shift and opened up the clinic for the day.
[identity profile] susanofnarnia.livejournal.com
Susan opened the clinic a bit late, and finished re-decorating, then settled in to wait for Blair and River.

[ooc: open for the counselees, back in half an hour]
[identity profile] dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com
Wilson wouldn't claim to have slept well.

After getting home, he'd sat in the dark of their bedroom, the fire burning in the fireplace and casting the only light across the space while Wilson watched the snow fall. On a whim, he'd picked up one of his notepads and written out a letter to Aziraphale, which had helped...a little. Enough to allow the young doctor to curl up around the angel's pillow and eventually find some solace in sleep.

Walking through the softly falling snow, Wilson had stopped by the Perk for caffiene and something to eat, then headed on down to the clinic. His satchal was slung over his shoulder and he was humming some carols as he pushed through the door and waved to the night nurse.

The nurse came over to him with a group of faxed files and a worried expression on her face. While Wilson started a pot of coffee they discussed the patient in Exam 3, a Mrs. Martha Kent, admitted by Dr. Lambert the night before. Flipping through the file, Wilson's expression shifted and his shoulders slumped slightly.

Pancreatic cancer was a monster.

Sighing softly, he nodded to the nurse, who headed into the back to change shift and then he carried the file to the front desk. It never failed to anger him when cancer came to Fandom. Trolls, vampires, snow monsters, zombies...those monsters he could handle but the one he'd been trained to face down, was the boogeyman in the closet, the darkness that never seemed to want to let him go.

Damn it, Raphale...I wish you were here.
[identity profile] susanofnarnia.livejournal.com
Susan opened up her office and started decorating the fake miniature tree on her desk with tinsel, candy-cakes, and sugar cookies.

[for River & Blair, but open if you need to make an appointment]
[identity profile] dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com
Though by all rights he should have been a bit bleery eyed as he headed in to work, he was actually quite chipper and whistling contentedly.

He was also wearing a turtleneck...as...uh...guys do sometimes.


Checking and finding the place devoid of patients, Wilson started a pot of coffee and then stretched out in the desk chair, feet up on the desk.

Just because he was chipper, didn't mean he wouldn't take the oppertunity to catch a few winks. Though if anyone came through the door, he'd be right with them!
[identity profile] threeweapons.livejournal.com
Alanna decided it was time to do an inventory of all the suplies in the clinic. Somehow, she hadn't realized that there might be things stored in cabinets that were way above her head so there was furniture climbing.
[identity profile] sexydoctor.livejournal.com
Christian was in a foul mood that morning, but he opened up the clinic on time. His mood may or may not have had something to do with the knuckles on his right hand being bruised.

[ooc: around for a few hours this morning, then heading off to Mount Vernon with the family, so slowplay = love or mod the NPC nurse accordingly.]

FTEC, Wed day

Wednesday, September 13th, 2006 12:19 pm
[identity profile] ladder62.livejournal.com
Tommy was at his desk reading the sports section and muttering about football teams.
[identity profile] sexydoctor.livejournal.com
Late night of drinking and debauchery means opening the clinic late. Oops.
[identity profile] ladder62.livejournal.com
Tommy was at his desk.

He looked like a man who was reciting the twelve steps over and over in an effort to make sure he remembered them.

At least he had work for a distraction.

[ooc: wait for OCD Up!]

FTEC, Wednesday day

Wednesday, May 17th, 2006 08:15 am
[identity profile] ladder62.livejournal.com
Tommy did a quick check on all the patients - that Tyler kid still wasn't looking good, but comparatively speaking he was starting to look better - and then settled down at his desk to do the very important job of reading the sports section.

[ooc: OCD threads are up. I'll be at work most of the day so Tommy might be on slowplay. Comment notification is turned off for all you visiting types ;) . If you need Tommy, ping him in his thread. Need me, ping in the OOC thread. Thanks!]

FTEC, Wednesday day

Wednesday, May 3rd, 2006 08:17 am
[identity profile] ladder62.livejournal.com
Tommy was at his desk. His list of things the Nets could do to themselves now involved rusty spoons and battery acid.

He muttered under his breath about this. With great length and graphic detail.
[identity profile] janet-fraiser.livejournal.com
Janet was in Exam Room 2 at the clinic again, prepping to collect blood from any Chosen One who stopped in to donate. With luck, people had spread the word of the blood drive and Janet wouldn't have to hunt down any more Chosen types to donate. Not that she was going to let them add that to their library card application from now on either. Because she was making a list from the donors.

OOC: Please see the regular clinic post for any medical needs or to visit Angel. Tommy gave me permission to open a separate post just for the blood drive.

Note - I am setting up a separate OOC thread in case you want someone to haul you in for the blood drive. Just ping me in that thread and we'll arrange it.

OCD threads are up! Time to play.

ETA</>: I need to be in slowplay due to RL. Frak. Sorry, guys. I've been playing pretty steadily for a few hours, but I'm going to keep the thread open for slowplay through tomorrow morning. That's about all the time I'll have for it before Janet has to start playing working in the lab and combining all the ingredients.

Note: If you are looking for Angel's dying letter to you, it will be in Janet's bag (which you can get to through the General Conversation thread). The bag has been left open, but you will have to steal the letter; Janet will not be giving it out to you unless Angel is truly dead. If Janet catches you, you're in for a world of hurt, but she won't catch you unless you let me know OOC that you want to be caught.

FTEC, Friday Night

Friday, March 3rd, 2006 06:00 pm
[identity profile] drlambert.livejournal.com
Nat arrived a few minutes early for her shift, making sure to review the charts from earlier in the day. The chances of an earlier patient returning might be slim, but she suspected it was a good idea anyway. That done, she settled in to her desk and booted up the laptop. There were tons of e-mail messages from various sources -- her former co-worker, Grace among them. She would save Grace's for last. With a sigh, she began slogging through the business-related mail first.

[Posted early, as mun will be AFK for a few hours.]
[identity profile] sexydoctor.livejournal.com
As Christian prepared to open the clinic, he looked over the records of the patients from the day before. Or what could losely be called records, given Tommy's way of noting things.

Sandburg, Blair. Issues that sounded like the kid needed a barber, not a doctor.

Christian wondered what oddness this day would bring.

ETA: Phoebe's visit is NFB.

FTEC, 3/1/06, Daytime

Wednesday, March 1st, 2006 10:10 am
[identity profile] ladder62.livejournal.com
Tommy was trying to fix the TV.

As he knew very little about fixing eletronics this wasn't going well.

[ooc: Computer upgrades being done at work. Will be offline until they're completed. Mega apologies. The boss scheduled this w/o telling me until this morning. Normally Wednesdays are a free and clear day for me. In theory things are done. In theory.]

Friday 2-3-06

Friday, February 3rd, 2006 06:13 am
[identity profile] gotcanewillpoke.livejournal.com
It's noon before he makes it to the clinic.

His last day.

He's sitting at the desk, with a cup of coffee and Johnny Cash on the radio. He'd brought Cash in from town, and the pup in on the floor chewing on a rawhide bone.

Dr is in. Come say goodbye. He's on slowtime unil this evening

Clinic [1/24]

Tuesday, January 24th, 2006 01:22 pm
[identity profile] susanofnarnia.livejournal.com
Susan opens the Clinic, assuming it's one of Dr. House's bad days, and not knowing which of the aides is expected today.

She herself has two patients to get ready for. So she hopes that someone comes to take over Reception fairly soon.
[identity profile] dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com
It was one of those mornings, where he woke up, edgy and restless probably as a result of the nightmare from the previous evening. Whatever the cause, Wilson hit the floor already wound up and going at 150%.

Dressed in his old worn jeans, a red t-shirt with a flannel shirt overtop he swung into the Clinic, carrying a cup of coffee from the perk and a bag of supplies he’d picked up from the Town Clinic when he’d stopped in to flip the ‘On Call’ light on. Dropping a set of CDs into the player, ranging from Afro Celt Sound Systems to NINs, he stripped down to just the t-shirt and jeans, before going to the supply cabinet and digging out the small box of tools they kept there.

In short order the celtic tones with deep drum bass line of the ACSS was thumping through the Clinic, mixing with the sounds of a ratchet and the sloshing of water and cleaning chemicals.

Yep it was that time again a full tear up the exam rooms and strip clean them to within an inch of their lives. Feel free to interrupt him; you might just have to shout over the music to get his attention.

Doctor on duty…just follow the sound singing.

Saturday 1-21-06

Saturday, January 21st, 2006 11:36 am
[identity profile] gotcanewillpoke.livejournal.com
He stashed his crutches in the office and sat in the rolling chair from the desk. He had charting to finish, notes about Thursday night to document.

He didn't remember writing excuses for the kids, and wondered if he'd done it so automatically that he forgot he'd done it, or if he'd, well, forgotten to do it.

He tugged the crossword puzzle out of the desk drawer, but couldn't concentrate on that either.

Doctor is in. No coffee, no Cash -neither dog nor music. No mobility either, but he's not immediately advertising that. You know how pools without life guards say 'Swim At Your Own Risk'? Yeah.

[OOC: Slowtime likely, yeah, but don't hesitate to tag in]
[identity profile] the4thsister.livejournal.com
Paige hoped her first proper day in the clinic would be reasonably easy so when she showed up and found Pippi there she was a little suprised and worried.

But anyway the clinic is now open feel free to come bleed, drink coffee, or visit people, Paige knows what's she's doing sort off

((I'm new to the clinic so erm bare with me! OCD threads coming UP! and there's been a slight edit, cos I lost track of who's here, sorry))
[identity profile] dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com
Taking his time coming up from town, Wilson let Cash off his leash to run around the courtyard the way the puppy was used to playing in the morning. Sipping his coffee, he gave the young dog a half an hour before whistling and calling to him. Unlocking the clinic doors, he set about getting the place open for the day.

Cash ran down to the end of the hall and whimpered a couple of times at the door that lead to the apartment but a pause in his activities and a cuddle from the oncologist, coaxed the puppy back up to the front of the clinic. Coffee was started and music was put on, playing quietly at the desk. Rather than picking up his usual crossword puzzle, Wilson tugged out a small rubber ball and sat in the waiting room, tossing it up against the wall for Cash to chase and try to catch.

Doctor and puppy are in! By all means stop by.
[identity profile] gotcanewillpoke.livejournal.com
He'd slept in, because it just felt good to sleep. He rolled out of bed around 10, let Cash out in the courtyard while he showered and took his meds with toast. The puppy was more than ready to come in, and House took a few minutes to play with him before heading into the clinic.

He sat at the desk witht he book of sonnets Geoff had given him. The poetry class requitred he read a few select works. He intended to read every one. For that reason, there was no Johnny Cash humming through the stereo system, but there was a sweet smelling coffee brewing in the pot.

The doctor is in. Interrupt him if you dare

[OOC: On days Dr Wilson doesn't open the clinic, I will post Dr House in as soon as I can after work, usually around 3:30 or so, EST. Today, I crashed and slept for two hours. Despite late posting, one can assume Dr House has been on site at the clinic all day, unless his post denotes otherwise. Clinic assistants (DEATH, Alanna, Lisa, and Paige once House gets the paperwork back) are also welcome and encouraged to make open clinic posts. For the benefit of new players, clinic posts should only be made by clinic staff. In emergancy, ping or email one of us!]
[identity profile] dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com
Though he wasn't sure if House had gotten his annoucement out to the school yet, Wilson went ahead and opened up the School Clinic as they'd discussed the night before.

Letting Cash out of the apartment, he reached down and ruffled the puppy's ears. "Did he already leave you on your own little guy? Come on then, let's get the day started."

Opening the front door of the clinic, Wilson gave Cash a quick run through the courtyard to be a good puppy then called him back into the reception area of the clinic, tossing him a new squeak toy that he'd picked up on his way up from town.

He hadn't been back to the clinic since the night he'd left the apartment and though he expected to feel a little strange, he soon found himself settling into his usual routine. Starting coffee, a nice Kona blend today, he straightened up the waiting room and settled down at the desk to do some paperwork.

Wilson was fairly certain that House hadn't thought to update the supplies in awhile and they had talked specifically about Wilson keeping up with the back office work of both clinics. So, settling down with the paperwork and a mug of coffee Wilson got his day started.

Doctor is in, come say hello!

[ooc: At work so on a SP schedule :)]

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