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Being an Igorina wasn't going to keep Igor away from the clinic. He did have the devil's own time convincing the nurses that he was supposed to be there, though.

Even with Fandom's rich and varied history of weird-ass happenings, they were having trouble accepting that, no matter what he might look like, he was Igor.
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Igor was deeply uneasy as he opened the clinic this morning, and he spent a great deal of time making sure everything he might need was ready to go.

He'd seen no sign of them - yet - but it felt like the flaming torches had arrived.
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Igor was disturbingly cheerful as he walked into the clinic on Thursday evening.

He was also walking oddly.

That would be because he'd added half a dozen more toes, two on one foot, four on the other, along with a handful of new fingers. It was the most convenient way to store spare parts, and anyone who came into the clinic with a severed toe or finger would appreciate his new additions.

Just don't ask where he got them. It's highly unlikely that you'd like the answer.
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Igor wandered into the clinic Thursday evening, looking slightly distracted.

The nurses decided not to ask.

FTEC - Thursday

Thursday, August 28th, 2008 09:19 pm
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Igor was exploring the possibilities inherent in an expanded island, which would be why he didn't arrive to the clinic until the evening.

Scraps flopped into the corner, panting, exhausted from the day's travels, and Igor eyed him thoughtfully. "I'll see if I can find you some larger lungs."

He'd seen a number of dogs on the island, there was bound to be potential lungs somewhere.

FTEC - Thursday

Thursday, August 21st, 2008 07:10 pm
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Igor arrived at the clinic in the evening, looking miserable. His ears were blocked, his nose was blocked, and his throat was aching. Poor Igor had a cold.

Luckily, he had a tried and true method of dealing with these sorts of things. He was in the exam room, carefully replacing his nose with a new one.

He'd already changed his ears.

FTEC - Thursday

Thursday, August 14th, 2008 08:14 pm
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Igor had things to do today, so he didn't show up until the evening shift.

The oddly lumpy bag (that occasionally moved) was enough to send the nurses out into the night.

FTEC - Sunday

Sunday, August 10th, 2008 06:51 pm
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When Igor arrived at the clinic Sunday morning, he found several humongous and hairy spiders lurking inside the doors.

He didn't react with horror, or fear, but rather with wide eyed interest, and hunkered down, drawing a pair of forceps out of a pocket. "Aren't you fascinating," he muttered, touching one, gently, then grasped it around the abdomen with the forceps and lifted it up.

Legs flailing wildly, it managed to free itself and plopped back down to the floor. The spiders hadn't expected that. No one ever reacted like that. They huddled closer together, front legs raised to try and fend him off.

The very minute that Igor turned his back to go and get a sample jar, they skittered out the door, suffering from an advanced case of Igorphobia.

FTEC - Thursday

Friday, August 8th, 2008 12:09 am
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Igor was deeply engrossed in piecing together some small and odd looking pieces of...Actually, it's probably better to think of them simply as pieces.

The nurses were very happy to see the back of him come evening time.

FTEC - Thursday

Thursday, July 31st, 2008 08:31 pm
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The doors to the clinic were partially blocked by unconscious seagulls and random piles of feathers. They'd hit the glass when Igor had dashed inside.

He was back in one of the exam rooms, reattaching his finger; he'd had to wrestle it away from a seagull.

FTEC - Thursday

Friday, July 25th, 2008 06:08 am
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Luckily, the nurses were unaffected by the piratical nonsense drifting about the island, and had taken over the morning shift.

Igor didn't turn up until evening. Mostly because he'd been trying to figure out if it was his tongue that was causing the odd speech.

By taking it out and running tests on it.
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Igor had slept in this morning. There might have been some celebrating last night over getting his machine exactly right, which had meant morning had not been entirely welcome.

When he finally arrived in the clinic in the evening, he'd given up on the plan to replace his head, but he still shushed Scraps when the dog of many parts barked cheerfully.
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Igor was searching the clinic. He'd brought Scraps with him, and the dog was busily sniffing his way around the waiting area and the various exam rooms.

One would almost think Igor had lost something.
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Igor had no idea that today was special in certain parts of the world, but he was celebrating.

His celebration was because he had successfully swapped the mind of a spider with the mind of a mouse using his oh-so-special machine. He had both with him, to observe their actions throughout the day.

The mouse kept trying to climb the walls, but it only managed to scramble up a few centimetres before sliding back down to the desk. The spider was nibbling on a bit of cheese and occasionally cleaning the whiskers that it didn't have.

The clinic might be a little bit odd today.
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The punctuality of Igors and the timey wimeyness of time were pretty much covered yesterday, so there's really no reason at all to entertain any possibility that Igor was late.

Obviously, he has been here the whole time.

[ooc: *facepalm part deux* OCD free.]
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Look, Igors were always punctual, so obviously the clinic had been open since sometime early this morning.

Any sort of indication to the contrary was patently a wibbly wobbly timey wimey anomaly.


[ooc: *smacks self* Flying OCD free today.]
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Igor was very disturbed. And a little bit surprised that he was making his way to the clinic instead of abandoning island for somewhere safer. Igors always left once the danger arrived.

But he hadn't.

Never mind. He didn't lisp or do much else like a proper Igor should, either. He just hoped this latest rebellion didn't get him killed. There was no one here to collect his body parts and pass them on.
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The hair was standing up on back of Igor's neck as he came into the clinic this morning. Not his hair, of course; he'd acquired it from someone who no longer needed it.

Igor wasn't sure why it was standing up - he couldn't see any reason for it, but maybe the hair knew something he didn't.
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Igor had given the volcano and the resulting ash a very dubious look as he walked to the clinic. The whole thing reminded him of flaming torches on a ridiculously large scale.

He'd be keeping a close eye out for villagers with pitchforks, just in case.
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Igor had a massive coil of copper wire that he was carefully shaping into an incredibly complex pattern.

He'd put it down to help you if you were hurt.

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Igor was sketching an elaborate and complicated schematic on a very large piece of white paper, tongue poking out of the corner of his mouth in concentration.

It was quite a sight.

Scraps was chewing on a rubber ball in the corner of the waiting room, tails thumping on the floor as he watched Igor. Yes, tails. Igor had given him a new one this week. Best not ask where he got it.

FTEC Clinic, Friday

Saturday, June 7th, 2008 12:14 am
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Igor was there, working on his plans to change Fandom minds.
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Igor had been pelted with candy teeth as he made his way to the clinic.

He was currently dissecting them. It's best not to ask why.

FTEC, Friday day shift

Saturday, May 31st, 2008 06:22 am
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Igor had absolutely, definitely arrived at the clinic this morning, and had been there all day.

And was there now, tinkering with something very organic looking as he hummed under his breath.
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Igor trundled into the clinic, a bag of noses over his shoulder. Already their kicks were starting to slow. "Ah well, they were never made to last," he muttered as he settled in for his shift.

Scraps barked in agreement and started sniffing his away around the clinic. Noses had been here, and he could smell them.

[ooc: And any noses still out in the world will stop moving by nightfall!]
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Igor was perched behind the desk, tinkering with something that flailed little legs in the air. His tongue was poking out of the corner of his mouth, and he was humming tunelessly as he worked.

Discovering that lightning came out of little holes in the wall had been astonishing; the effect a ready supply of it had had on his experiments was more astonishing still.
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Igor was quite enjoying being a pony. The extra legs, he'd decided, were particularly beneficial. "I may have to add some when I return to my regular body," he mused as he clippity-clippity-clippity-clopped around the clinic.
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Igor was working on a specific project this morning. Much to his delight, it was coming along very well.

It was probably best not to go into the second exam room.
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Igor spent a good long time familiarising himself with the clinic, tsking over some of what he found and nearly swooning over others.

Eventually, though, he settled behind the front desk, the better able to observe people as he came in. There was a jar of greenish liquid on the desk in front of him. Sparks occasionally arced through whatever the liquid was, and the round shape floating in it spun idly as Igor watched it, making notes.

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