[identity profile] drywitmartini.livejournal.com
Hawkeye was nowhere to be seen. That was because Hawkeye was passed out in one of the exam rooms trying to sleep off the first flu bug of the season. Sometimes doctors had all the luck.

[OCD has the flu]
[identity profile] drywitmartini.livejournal.com
Hawkeye was exhausted from a busy week. That was all that really needed to be said about said week because once you got him started, he was going to be difficult to stop. With his feet propped up on the front desk, Hawkeye planned on snoozing the day away since he wasn't expecting patients or anything like you'd expect at a clinic. After all, nothing interesting happened on Tuesdays unless you lived in Sunnydale.
[identity profile] drywitmartini.livejournal.com
Hawkeye had a table set up near the front desk with a romantic lunch for two. There were candles as the centerpiece, cutlery and nice dishes on the table with a linen tablecloth underneath and the aroma of something delicious on both plates.

Soft music played throughout the clinic and Hawkeye was wearing his best tuxedo and even shined his shoes. Now all he needed was a dancing and dining partner.

Too bad none of the nurses were buying into it.

[OOC: OCD went to learn how to train its dragon.]

FTEC - 11/02

Tuesday, November 2nd, 2010 10:37 pm
[identity profile] drywitmartini.livejournal.com
The nurses had come to an agreement with Hawkeye that they wouldn't lock him in the back room provided he didn't try to get them to play any floor, guessing or ball games during his shift.

That would be why Hawkeye was sitting at the front desk playing Battleship with himself instead while dressed as a pirate.

It was a lonely existence on the high seas aboard the good ship Fandom Clinic. Arr.

FTEC - 10/26

Tuesday, October 26th, 2010 10:43 pm
[identity profile] drywitmartini.livejournal.com
"Let me out of here!"

That was what Hawkeye was saying. All that could be heard from the front desk was something along the lines of "Fetch me a beer." The nurse on duty at the front desk was ignoring the noise anyway while she read her newspaper. After Hawkeye had spent his first hour on duty trying to get the nurses to play Twister, Pictionary and Marbles (in that order), something had to be done to keep the peace in the clinic.

If any emergencies came up, they would of course let him out, but for now they were content to let him work off all of his pent up energy bouncing off the walls in one of the back rooms.

[OOC: OCD is off playing Fable III]

FTEC - 10/19

Tuesday, October 19th, 2010 09:37 pm
[identity profile] drywitmartini.livejournal.com
Last week hadn't been a good week for Hawkeye. He'd turned into a temporary hermit and watched a marathon on TV with that show about the 70s. He didn't plan on ever living in Wisconsin (he didn't like cheese that much), but now he was really looking forward to getting to that decade. The slump was broken by that whole 'turning into a woman' thing which was why Hawkeye was back at work and rejuvenated, even if he was back to normal.
[OCD got eaten by a grue]

FTEC - 10/5

Tuesday, October 5th, 2010 09:24 pm
[identity profile] drywitmartini.livejournal.com
Hawkeye felt refreshed after the weekend. He was at the front desk looking like he was working diligently. In fact, he was playing Social Slots at winster.com and making friends all the while.

At least, until someone left the slots room while holding a valuable piece for him.

Then there was cursing and he was on the defensive.

FTEC - 09/28

Tuesday, September 28th, 2010 06:44 pm
[identity profile] drywitmartini.livejournal.com
"Stay there. Perfect! You have to stay perfectly still."

Hawkeye had convinced one of the nurses to let him paint her. Not literally, of course, because he was saving that for a rainy day. He had an easel and canvas set up with paints while his nursey muse held her position. He spent a good twenty minutes looking at her without painting (to see how long she'd go along before catching him out) and then got started.

Too bad the nurse didn't realize that the extent of Hawkeye's painting talent involved stick figures. He was much better with popsicle stick art instead.

FTEC - 09/21

Tuesday, September 21st, 2010 11:24 pm
[identity profile] drywitmartini.livejournal.com
The olives needed replacing again. Related to such a fact, Hawkeye was sleeping in one of the exam rooms. The nurses knew to come and get him if there was a problem, but otherwise he planned on sleeping the day away. He had years of sleep still to catch up on from his days in Korea and he wasn't going to waste the opportunity to do so.

[OOC: OCD free today.]

FTEC - 09/14

Tuesday, September 14th, 2010 08:12 pm
[identity profile] drywitmartini.livejournal.com
There was no telling whether Hawkeye was messing with the nurses (not in that way, though he was in that way too) or whether he was giving a good portion of his paycheck to a costume store on the mainland, but today Hawkeye was dressed up in a clown suit. He even had the make-up on and the big shoes, but there was no wig to be seen. He wasn't a happy clown like someone who knew him might expect. Instead, he was a sad clown, sitting quietly at the front desk. Whenever one of the nurses tried to talk to him, he simply looked at them and honked a horn in response.

The man's patience in the name of making a costume work knew no bounds. The tricycle he had ridden to work was parked next to the front desk.
[identity profile] drywitmartini.livejournal.com
Hawkeye was wearing his tuxedo again. Only this time, he was in no mood for a waltz and in no condition for one either. That was due to also wearing flippers, a diving mask and a snorkel.

One of the nurses gave him a look. He removed the snorkel long enough to explain. "It's monsoon season." Hawkeye took a seat at the front desk with his flippered feet propped up on a spare chair.

FTEC - 08/31

Tuesday, August 31st, 2010 11:26 pm
[identity profile] drywitmartini.livejournal.com
Hawkeye was inflicting grand, sweeping musical numbers on the nurses today. When they gave up and didn't want to dance anymore, he took a mop as his dancing partner. His partner was under-dressed seeing as though Hawkeye was wearing a tux. The nurses eventually realized that this was going to go on all day. This was what happened when Hawkeye was cooped up for too long.

FTEC - 08/24

Tuesday, August 24th, 2010 11:57 pm
[identity profile] drywitmartini.livejournal.com
Hawkeye was in Exam Two sleeping off a late summer cold, but the nurses knew to come and wake him if anyone needed medical attention. In the meantime, sleeping. And snoring.

FTEC - 08/17

Tuesday, August 17th, 2010 09:34 pm
[identity profile] drywitmartini.livejournal.com
Hawkeye had every intention of taking a nap at the front desk until someone stopped by. He still had Exam Three set up in case any of his students wanted to play catch-up, but for now he was just resting his eyes.
[identity profile] drywitmartini.livejournal.com
Hawkeye put the call out to his students that anyone wanting to learn what they were going to cover in Friday's class (bone fractures and breaks) should come down, along with anyone who wanted a second (or first) try at CPR. Exam Three was set up with all of the equipment they would need for that. Hawkeye wasn't at the front desk, but there was a nurse on standby and a bell on the desk for anyone to ring if they needed the doctor. Or they could just yell. Worked for his commanding officers.

FTEC, Sunday [8/8]

Sunday, August 8th, 2010 02:14 am
[identity profile] awesomebigsis.livejournal.com
Ellie had been at the clinic since yesterday. The entire time, really. She was there mostly in case extra medical staff was needed, considering the latest craziness. It had been a petty restless few days, too. She had been too anxious with worry about everyone who was missing, especially her brother.

The clinic, at least, kept her somewhat distracted.
[identity profile] drywitmartini.livejournal.com
Hawkeye was bored. This wasn't really a surprise since Hawkeye was often bored, drunk or in bed. Sometimes all at the same time, but only bored in this particular case. Unfortunately for the nurses, he was very vocal about this fact. "I should be grateful that no one's in need of medical attention, but if this doesn't end soon, I'm taking a medical kit and going knocking on doors!"

The clinic was open and the doctor was in, in case anyone was wondering.

FTEC - Tuesday, 07/27

Tuesday, July 27th, 2010 11:36 pm
[identity profile] drywitmartini.livejournal.com
The nurses didn't know where Hawkeye managed to get so many dominoes, but there he was, setting them up around the clinic. There was still plenty of room for people to get in and out in case of an emergency, but free space that wasn't important? Dominoes! Dominoes! More dominoes!

FTEC - Tuesday, 07/20

Tuesday, July 20th, 2010 09:45 pm
[identity profile] drywitmartini.livejournal.com
Hawkeye was at the front desk with the computer on and the browser pointed to Wikipedia's article on July 20. He had a pen and notepad on hand, writing down anything important that happened on this day in his future (everything from 1960 onwards) so he could put it on his calendar at home.

He was ignoring the parts about there being another war in south-east Asia and focusing on the parts that wouldn't have him arrested for anything to do with national security and trying to break down the President's door.

"Ooh Moon landing." He wrote that down. "Too bad TiVo won't be invented for another forty years."

FTEC - Tuesday, 07/13

Tuesday, July 13th, 2010 10:20 pm
[identity profile] drywitmartini.livejournal.com
Hawkeye was playing poker with a gremlin. The gremlin's little legs were dangling off the chair and he looked very intently at his cards. Hawkeye, on the other hand, was feeling very casual about the game. "I win, you don't bite me. You win, I don't bite you."

That was the wager. Now if only he had something better than a pair of threes.

FTEC - Tuesday, 07/06

Tuesday, July 6th, 2010 07:59 pm
[identity profile] drywitmartini.livejournal.com
Hawkeye really could have done without the dance party that some of the medical supplies were holding, but Fandom did what Fandom always did, so he sat back, made a phone call in the morning and let them do their thing until lunch time.

After he returned with food (and had a break from the music that was on repeat), that was enough. "Can't you switch to a Jitterbug? What about a Waltz? I'll take line dancing at this stage!"

They started a conga line instead.

FTEC, Wednesday [06/30]

Wednesday, June 30th, 2010 04:08 pm
[identity profile] usedtotravel.livejournal.com
Martha was doing an inventory check and working on the budget at the same time, to try to decide if she could afford any new, shiny equipment for the clinic. Oh, her life was so entertaining.

FTEC - Tuesday, 06/29

Tuesday, June 29th, 2010 09:14 pm
[identity profile] drywitmartini.livejournal.com
"Where do we keep the lollipops?"

He asked four times, each increasingly louder, until he got an answer. Persuading nurses to tell him what he wanted to hear instead of asking why he wanted to know used to be a lot easier.

"Because I'm hungry. Can't a man get hungry in the 21st century?"

Apparently lollipops were not considered a legitimate replacement for actual lunch.

"If I eat enough of them," Hawkeye reasoned, "I'll be on such a sugar high I won't even notice until it's too late and I crash into what we professionals call a 'sugar coma' where I won't even care that I didn't get a pastrami on rye with mustard by 2:30."

By 2:30, he had a sandwich. Pastrami on rye with mustard arrived at 2:25 along with a pickle and a cup of coffee.

Maybe his powers of persuasion weren't completely lost after all.

FTEC - Tuesday, 06/22

Wednesday, June 23rd, 2010 10:13 am
[identity profile] drywitmartini.livejournal.com
"You should probably talk to a vet," Hawkeye said, rummaging around for an appropriately-sized bandage. "I'm not an animal doctor. There could be bones in there that I don't even know about."

He turned back around and started to gently bandage the squirrel's paw. "No, I don't think it's broken. Of course I'm telling you the truth, don't give me that look. You're one of my favorite squirrels. Why would I lie to you? You're right. There are plenty of reasons I'd lie to you, but not about this. Try to keep off it. Write with your other paw if you have to. You could probably get worker's compensation. You should look into that." He fastened the clasp and sent the squirrel on its way.

FTEC - Tuesday, 06/15

Tuesday, June 15th, 2010 08:58 pm
[identity profile] drywitmartini.livejournal.com
Hawkeye didn't know who had taken his sexual health sign, but he'd made another one and put it out front.

Getting the Clap won't get you applause.
Protect against STDs from every time and place!

Meanwhile, the doctor was in, fighting off a headache at the front desk.

FTEC - Tuesday, 06/08

Tuesday, June 8th, 2010 09:50 pm
[identity profile] drywitmartini.livejournal.com
Hawkeye was busy working at the front desk. No, he wasn't doing inventory or reviewing patient charts. He had glue and scissors and all kinds of decorative items creating a large poster on STDs. This was to join the other similar posters on a table in one of the exam rooms on similar subjects that he planned to put around town. They weren't aimed only at the kids. Adults needed educational posters too.

There was a sign out front today that said 'No birds, no bees and definitely no bull. Free advice and samples inside!' and a bowl full of condoms inside on the desk.

FTEC - Tuesday, 06/01

Tuesday, June 1st, 2010 11:35 pm
[identity profile] drywitmartini.livejournal.com
Inventory was dull and there was a distinct lack of patients, other than a splinter removal and the guy who had a bruised forehead from stepping on multiple rakes.

Therefore, there was a serious card game going on at the front desk between Hawkeye and several nurses. Hawkeye surveyed his cards, plotting his next move. He did not, in fact, have any sixes.

"Go fish."

FTEC - Tuesday, 5/25

Tuesday, May 25th, 2010 09:37 pm
[identity profile] drywitmartini.livejournal.com
Hawkeye and boredom rarely went well together, and when they did, 'well' was only a technicality. He'd offered his services for a clinic shift to rid himself of boredom, only to find that he was only changing the location of his boredom rather than disposing of it.

That would be why there was a tongue depressor castle being made at the front desk. Don't worry, he planned to write them off as being used rather than put them back.

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