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The clinic was open and the doctor was in, planning a vacation in France now. This island hopping was turning out to be great.
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Christian wasn't late arriving at the clinic that morning. Not at all. Really.

[ooc: Oops, I have no clue what day it is apparently.]
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The clinic was open. Christian was on the phone, busy making reservations for dinner.


[Floral madness almost over, yay. Hooray for no more major floral holidays until Thanksgiving!]
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The clinic was open, but Christian was more concerned with making plans to enjoy Greece -- and hot Greek women -- than to do any actual work.


[ooc: We're in the home stretch for Mother's Day flowers. *collapses in puddle*]
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At the first sign of a child invasion, Christian had fled the island. He liked kids, he just didn't want to run into any that belonged to him. One surprise was enough, and with his history, there was definitely a chance that a whole army of kids could show up.


[ooc: Any response to pings will be slow as I am slaving away to make Mother's Day special for your mothers -- and by "your" I mean if you live in the northeast.]
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Christian opened up the clinic late. Best not to ask why.

[ooc: sorry, am being pwned by Mother's Day]
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The clinic was open, and Christian was behind the front desk, writing letters home to Sean, Julia, Matty, and Annie.
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The clinic was open, and Christian was so glad he'd had his taxes done two months ago.
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The clinic was open, and Christian was busy with paperwork.


[ooc: sorry so late, Mother's Day madness is in full swing. Frakking flowers.]
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Warm weather was approaching, so Christian was practicing his putting skills in the front lobby. Beware of golf balls.
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The clinic was open, and Christian was behind the front desk, flipping through the latest issue of Maxim.
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The clinic was open and Christian was behind the front desk, keeping a wary eye out for any prank-inclined nurses.
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The clinic was open, and the doctor was in.

[ooc: I have the plague. Any pings will be slooooooooow.]
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The clinic was open, and since things had been so quiet lately, Christian was getting caught up on paperwork and inventory.
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Christian opened up the clinic for the day, then settled behind the front desk to catch up on paperwork.
[identity profile] sexydoctor.livejournal.com
The clinic was open and the doctor was in.


[Sorry this is up late, Easter is currently nibbling on my soul like a bunny with a carrot.]
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Christian had heard about the angels and disappearing people. The clinic was usually a pretty safe spot to be in during these sort of things, and he hoped it stayed that way. He was a lover, not a fighter, after all.


[ooc: Sorry so late, got distracted by angels and mummies.]
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Christian opened up the clinic and started surfing gossip websites to see who had had what work done on them lately.
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Christian was late opening the clinic that morning. He'd been up all night tending to a patient on the mainland, showing her what a great bedside manner he had.
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Christian was sitting behind the front desk, frowning at the note Dr. Wilson had left him about having to leave Fandom. The kids with their mojo seemed to do just fine helping out at the clinic, but he was disappointed to see someone who spoke his language go.
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Christian checked on the new patient, then settled behind the front desk with the latest issue of Maxim.
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The clinic was open and the doctor was in.
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Christian was tired as he opened up the clinic for the morning. He'd had a disturbing dream about Sean (no, not that kind of disturbing, that was last season), so he'd called him to make sure he was all right, despite the fact it was the middle of the night. Sean was fine, fortunately.

He still wasn't sure what the teddy bear was supposed to symbolize.
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Christian was back from his vacation. He missed the warmth, but he did not miss the facepalming over Matt's latest relationship disasters. He had to wonder if the DNA test was wrong and Matty really wasn't his son.

[ooc: I have survived V-Day but I am dead tired today, so SP is my friend.]
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Christian was at the front desk and on his laptop, looking for a present for Wilbur. Maybe he'd take him to Build-A-Bear so he could make his own stuffed animal.

For some reason, though, the thought gave him a chill.
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The episode of Hearts 'n' Scapels with the demonic possession was playing in the front lobby. It might not have been in the best taste, but Christian couldn't help it after reading over the reports from the weekend. Demonic-induced coma? Demonic-induced massive hemorrhaging? Christian had been called a demon by more than one woman, but even after being in Fandom for so long he had a hard time believing in them. That punk kid who looked like him and who claimed to be a demon was probably just trying to impress his girlfriend. Boyfriend. Whichever.
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Christian was behind the front desk, scowling at a letter he'd just received from Gina, demanding money from him. One day he was just going to push her off a cliff or something.
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Listening to the radio, Christian was very glad he hadn't been around this past weekend. Last thing he needed was to think he was a power-hungry meglomaniac again. He was quite content being a sex-hungry meglomaniac, thank you very much.
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Christian was behind the front desk, a bandage over the bridge of his nose. He wore it like a badge of honor, though. It was probably best not to ask.
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Christian opened up the clinic and sat behind the desk with the latest issue of Maxim, hoping for a short, quiet day.
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The clinic was open, and Christian was busily arranging a vacation for the weekend since Adah would be taking the Saturday morning shift. He didn't have any particular place in mind, just somewhere where there wasn't snow.
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The clinic was open, and Christian was studying anatomy. Female anatomy, that is, on various web sites.


[ooc: V-Day + feeling like death = SP at times.]
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The clinic was open. The heat was turned up very high.
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Christian was back in Fandom and opened the clinic, complaining about the bitter cold. He'd need to put on a nurse for warmth.
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Christian decided to work in the clinic tonight. He might have been hoping for a quiet night and an eager nurse, but that remained to be seen.
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The clinic had been open all day. Really. Christian had been at the front desk the whole time.


[ooc: Being in another time zone is confusing. That's my story and I'm sticking to it.]
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Christian was tired from a late night of partying and was napping in one of the exam rooms. There was a sign at the front desk: Please ring bell for service.


[Just got into Denver after 6 hour flight delay because Logan sucks. I am going to pass out now, and will answer pings when I come out of my coma.]
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The nurses had gone overboard decorating the clinic for the holidays. Christian, of course, supervised the placement of the mistletoe. Those entering the clinic beware, it was everywhere.
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Christian checked on the new patient when he arrived at the clinic. What was it with these kids and unexplained comas? Katara had done a good job taking care of her head trauma, which, if he was reading the notes right, would've likely killed her. Her injuries were healed now, but she still wasn't waking up.
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Christian was at the front desk, using his laptop to buy Christmas presents for his oh-so-dysfunctional family. Wilbur, Annie, and Matty were done; now he was trying to find something for Julia and Sean.
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Christian almost called in and took another sex sick day, but responsibility won out. Hopefully it would be a quiet day.
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The clinic was open, and Christian was completing paperwork for the week.
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The clinic was open, and Christian was flipping through the channels on the lobby TV, looking for something to watch. Nothing but talk shows and soaps and reality shows. You couldn't pay him to be on a reality show.
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Christian checked on the new patient and reviewed Ronan's notes. Bullet wound? Well, that was new. Usually it was unexplained comas, claw wounds from dragons or dinosaurs, or concussions. Lots and lots of concussions. He wondered if he had to report it to the sheriff. Eh, he'd worry about that later.
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Christian checked on the patient and reviewed the notes from Dr. Howser, the nurses, and Katara. The blood work results didn't seem like the plague, but then again, they hadn't been terribly alarmed when the first patient showed up with that illness. There didn't seem to be any apparent physical cause for Zuko's fever, so what was wrong with the kid?
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The clinic was open, and Christian was at the front desk this time, working on paperwork and wondering why the clinic smelled so strongly of Lysol.
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The front desk was empty, with a sign that said, "Ring bell for service."

One could probably hear muffled squeals and giggles coming from one of the exam rooms, however.
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The clinic was open, and Christian was behind the front desk, reading a letter from Sean detailing the latest mess Matt had gotten himself into. That part of Matt came from Sean, he was certain.

[ooc: Sorry so late, not feeling well today and I am crawling back into bed for a nap.]
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The clinic was open, and if Hearts 'n' Scalpels was playing on the TV in the front lobby, well, it was only because the remote was broken. Really.

Fandom High RPG



About the Game

---       Master Game Index
---       Thinking of Joining?
---       Application Information
---       Existing Character Directory

In-Character Comms

School and Grounds
---       Fandom High School
---       Staff Lounge
---       TA Lounge
---       Student Dorms

Around the Island
---       Fandom Town
---       Fandom Clinic

Communications
---       Radio News Recaps
---       Student Newspaper
---       IC Social Media Posts

Off-Island Travel
---       FH Trips

Once Upon a Time...
---       FH Wishverse AU


Out-of-Character Comms

---       Main OOC Comm
---       Plot Development
---       OOC-but-IC Fun





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