[identity profile] blonde-doctor.livejournal.com
Elliot was still rubbing sleep from her eyes as she came into the clinic. She checked the exam rooms to make sure there weren't any patients, then made some tea and settled in at the desk to catch up with her medical journals. Or browse blogs for reactions to the Strifenova Celestia season finale. Possibly both.
[identity profile] threeweapons.livejournal.com
Alanna was very suprised to find that there were actually people in the clinic. Faithful...decided the TV made a good bed.
[identity profile] goodtrevor.livejournal.com
Armed with coffee and the television remote, Trevor settled in for what he figured would be another quiet evening in the clinic.
[identity profile] sexydoctor.livejournal.com
Christian was a little groggy this morning. Between Jasmine and Maureen, he was getting worn out.

It was so hard being him.
[identity profile] drlambert.livejournal.com
Natalie arrived at the clinic as close to six as possible, taking great care to keep to the shadows and out of the direct sunlight. There was a busy air about the clinic; the energy and goodwill generated by Janet's 'Chosen One Blood Drive' still lingered, almost palpable. Nat was sure something else was going to happen -- something had to, to save Angel. She could only sit back and wait. In the meantime, she would check up on Angel and settle in with her laptop.

[Posted early due to LJ's incredibly irresponsible timing. To quote Indy (in that really bad Scottish brogue), "How dare they?" Tags will change after some of the carnage has cleared.

Also -- I'll will be at dinner for a bit, so slowplay is the key until after sunset. ;)]
[identity profile] sexydoctor.livejournal.com
After a visit to the mainland and getting caught in a traffic jam from HELL, Christian hurridly opened up the clinic and checked up on Angel, who seemed to be doing better than he was last week.

FTEC, 3/5

Sunday, March 5th, 2006 07:12 am
[identity profile] janet-fraiser.livejournal.com
Janet's up and at the clinic early in the morning. She's not particularly awake yet. She wouldn't even mind if you bugged her about non-clinic business, but first she's going to check up on the paperwork and see who's around.



OOC: I have a kidlet on hand, so will be on and offline depending on if he's willing to play in the room with the computer. And now, off I go to update myself on the plottiness that's abounding...
[identity profile] goodtrevor.livejournal.com
As Trevor came into the clinic, he made a face at the unrecognizable smell. Either someone had very strange taste in lunch food, or there was another chemist around who was even more eclectic in their skills than he was.

But, there would be time to investigate that further later. For now, he was certain there were more pressing clinic issues to deal with.

[I don't know if the Danger Shop people want to stick to the post from earlier in the day, but you're welcome here too.]
[identity profile] headologist.livejournal.com
Paying no heed to the newly posted rules, Granny set up her cauldron again. This time she was brewing something in particular - a little potion that helped gentlemen when they had trouble rising to the occasion. Perhaps Mr. Gavin was in need of a little personal assistance.

[ooc: work, slowplay, etc]
[identity profile] dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com
It had been a long night and Wilson had to admit that he was tired. When the page had come in about CJ's accident he'd practically begged Phale to stay put in the apartment, torn between being needed at the hospital and being needed by his friend but in the end there had been no question about his going.

And that had turned into a longer ordeal than he'd expected. To Alexandria, the medivac ride to Richmond, waiting for Ten to arrive, waiting for CJ to get out of surgery and trying to make sure that everyone was on the same page and communicating well and then...figuring out how to get himself back to Alexandria.

He'd ended up calling a car service and being driven back up to Alexandria General where he'd picked up his own car and eventually made it back to Fandom just as the sky was turning gray.

Experience had taught him that trying to sleep at that point would just make him more tired in the long run so he'd blasted himself with a brisk, 'wake-up' shower and spent a few hours talking with the angel and drinking tea.

Convincing Phale to inhabit his couch as long as the angel felt the need to be somewhere safe and quiet and reminding his friend he was welcome to come into the Clinic, if he needed company, Wilson headed down the hall to open the Clinic for the day.

Doctor is in!
[identity profile] death-n-binky.livejournal.com
*DEATH, taking Binky for a ride through the school halls, notices that the On Call light is still on. Riding through the clinic door, he switches the light off and sets Binky up with some oats in the waiting room. Unperterbed by his truncated after-class ride, DEATH begins braiding Binky's hair with red and green ribbon.

The horse seems unimpressed.

Those that cannot see DEATH feel a jolly sense of dread and notice that there appears to be a large, and now festive, white horse in the clinic waiting room.*

The Clinic is open. Bleed here, or pet the horsey.
[identity profile] dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com
The smell of the Christmas Blend was filling the reception area and Wilson was kicked back in his chair contemplating stringing lights around the whole area...and maybe a tree.

Not that he celebrated the specific Christmas Holiday don't ask how he can know about Phale and Crowley and not, it would just break the poor mun's brain to work that one out but the decorations would make House twitch and might be a fun thing to do. Yeah...maybe even a little tree...


Doctor on Duty, come get coffee, visit Rory and Logan -who should be getting sprung some time today- and if you must, bleed.
[identity profile] death-n-binky.livejournal.com
*DEATH can still be seen sitting at the desk from last night. His pen is scribbling maddly still and seems to have ammassed quite a large collection of notes. He continues to flip through his collection of books and magazines. Right now it appears the choice of reading is Rules for Radicals, though he periodcally flips through a stack of magazines and catalouges at his right.

Sometime in the night he apparently retrieved the duck, which quacks approval or disapproval when asked about a particular article of clothing.*

DEATH is in, bleed here please. Or talk. Or pet the ducky.

((OOC: I've set up three threads - Exam1, Lab, and Waitng. If you have your own room, please open a comment for that room, because I really don't know who is where at the moment.))

Clinic Hours

Tuesday, September 13th, 2005 02:53 pm
[identity profile] lisacuddy.livejournal.com
Lisa walks into the clinic, a pile of House's mail in her arms. She responds to a few letters, tosses a few death threats, and throws the copies of Monster Truck Weekly and Soap Opera Digest in a drawer. She opens a thick, white envelope and dashes off a private note.

[Private]
Dear [livejournal.com profile] whitedeathpod,
Your test results came back today - they all came back negative. If you have any other questions, please feel free to stop by. Otherwise, you are "ready to go".

I am going to recommend you start taking a multivitamin though. Your blood work came back with a few mild deficiencies. Have you been eating only in the cafeteria? Bad move. Vegetables are your friends.

Sincerely,
[livejournal.com profile] lisacuddy
[/Private]


Laughing to herself, she send the note off through inter-campus mail, marked confidential. She grabs House's Gameboy, and begins playing Mario Kart Super Circuit under the desk, keeping one eye on the door in case anyone decides to stop by the clinic.
[identity profile] lisacuddy.livejournal.com
Lisa opens the door to the clinic, and is not totally surprised to find it unlocked. She looks around to see if any of the other clinic volunteers are around, but doesn't see any one right away. She sits down at House's desk, puts his comic books and Gameboy in the top drawer, and starts to pen a to-do list.


  • Re-fill supplies, especially gauze for bleeding wounds
  • Organize student medical histories
  • Start clinic volunteer files
  • Open mail
  • Sort through complaints registered against House, keep only the ones that seem like they really will file lawsuits/come after him with a chainsaw
  • Order new chairs for waiting area
  • Clear House's Internet History, before the Tech Dept. busts him for whatever he is looking at
  • Have someone look at the lock on the clinic door


Lisa leans back in the chair, smiles softly at her list, and stretches her arms above her head. She decides to hold off on any major projects as see if anyone wanders into the clinic. Instead she stocks tongue depressors, and asks herself...

What the hell am I doing?

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