[identity profile] lisacuddy.livejournal.com
Lisa opens up the clinic, and smiles at the bountiful amount of pencils in the ceiling.

She quickly gets to work, refilling the condom jar and contemplating a new bulletin board that will probably make Lee pass out.

She's in the Clinic all day, except for 4th period and lunch, when she carries an emergency pager.

There is no coffee for you today, but you can come play Nintendo in the lab with Lisa if you want. That's really where she'll be most of the day, while Wilson is sick and House... well, who knows.. Come bleed if you must.
[identity profile] dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com
Wilson was humming.

He was in a fairly rock solid mood and so he was humming as he moved around the clinic, weaving in and out of decorations and considering giving Death a hard time about the fact that Wilson was Jewish. But really, he didn't have it in him and it was the spirit of the holidays that was important.

The Christmas Blend coffee was brewing and classical music warmed the atmosphere in the waiting room.

Doctor is in. Come, bleed...or drink coffee...or both if you like to multitask!
[identity profile] threeweapons.livejournal.com
Alanna came into the clinic and put down her parcel of food on the table and her book bag on an empty chair. Faithful continued to nap on her shoulder and she mostly ignored him. She grabbed a post it, jotted down a note, and stuck it up on the bullettin board.

If some nice person will explain Christma to me, I'll be in their favor. Please. I'm a bit confused about the fat guy who's supposed to give presents. I want to give out presents, and am going to, for Midwinter, but um, not a guy. And not fat.
[identity profile] dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com
Wilson had closed the Clinic briefly for a few hours, long enough to get a shower, relax a little with dinner and House but then he'd forceably dragged the older man back to the Clinic. They had to go over a few administrative items that he needed House's input with so...back to the office.

Now, if only they could behave themselves.

Stretched out in a chair across the desk from House, Wilson was flipping through a medical catelogue.

"I think we could afford it, House and it really would be indispensible.
[identity profile] dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com
It had been a good weekend but now it was time to get back to the grind. Wilson listened to the radio he had flipped on as he puttered about the Clinic getting it opened, the lights turned on and the waiting room straightened out. Coffee was set to brew and soon the rich aroma was filling the reception area, bringing a smile to Wilson's face.

Moving towards the front desk, he sighed softly as he took in the amount of paperwork that he'd left behind when House had wisked him off for the weekend at the hotel. It was going to take a bit of work to get through all of it and if he was even going to have a hope of success, he'd need a To Do list.

Pouring himself some coffee, Wilson sat down and started to reach for a pen. Just as his hand had almost reached a cup, a pencil fell out of the ceiling, landing on the desk next to his arm. Almost afraid to look, the oncologist peered upwards.


Taking a pad of paper, he wrote To Do across the top, then began to make notes.

Follow up with Red
Order supplies
Re-stock blood bank
Re-stock red lollipop supply
Figure out how the hell all those pencils got up in the ceiling!

Doctor on Duty, feel free to come bleed, drink coffee, chat, or D) All of the above.
[identity profile] threeweapons.livejournal.com
Alanna was hanging upsidedown off of the couch, keeping one eye on Jack and the other on the front door. She was also attempting to read at the same time.
[identity profile] death-n-binky.livejournal.com
*DEATH strolls into the clinic, if a skeleton could stroll, being careful to move his hips so that the light reflected off the duct tape he was wearing. In addition to his new duct tape fetish, he is covered in political buttons, most pertaining to zombies or fashion. He also has his trust rubber duck, in hopes that, perhaps, today it will turn back into his note to exuse absense. It quacks instead.

Knowing that Lisa planned to bring by pizza for dinner, DEATH had done some quick research on what was typical of mortal dinner plans in this plane. Confident in his reasearch, DEATH ties a bowtie around his neck, lights several candles and ties some balloons, black of course, to the chair for good measure. The balloons, for some unknown reason, say, "Happy Aniversary", but DEATH seems pleased.

He also has paper plates, enough for both him and Lisa, the two patients in residence tonight and any others that may happen to come by. Taking a seat at the desk, he waits for the other assistant to arrive and begins working on organizing any paperwork he finds lying around.

The clinic is open, the assistant(s) are in, so, please, feel free to bleed and/or eat DEATH's pizza.*


*DEATH touches the bowtie uneasily while the rubber duck on the desk quacks reassurance.*
[identity profile] dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com
Dawn had found Wilson still in the Clinic working in the lab. He’d started on Ten’s blood work immediately and after some thought had gone ahead and started with Paige’s and any other back log that was waiting as well.

He’d poked his nose into the apartment long enough to kiss House and tell the older doctor that he was going to be working through the night and then he’d gone back to the Clinic. It was rather convenient having the little apartment tucked just off in the back but it also made it harder for Wilson to stay away.

Not that he’d ever been any good at that back in Princeton either.

The oncologist had spent the night running the lab, reading up on the endoscopy procedure he had scheduled for Friday as well as current literature on gastric cancers and occasionally sticking his head in to check on Jack and on Ten. Upon discovering that Chaucer seemed settled in to stay the night Wilson cut back his intrusions to bi-hourly checks so as to disturb the two men as little as possible.

When the sky started to shift from grey to pink –around 6ish-, the oncologist took a break, going back to the apartment for a shower and a change of clothes before walking down to The Perk for coffee. The walk helped wake him up and shake off the cobwebs so that he was smiling and whistling softly as he set about opening up the Clinic for his regular Clinic hours.

Settling down at the front desk, he set a pot of Jamaican Blue Mountain to brew and reached for the telephone. He had calls to make and favors to call in to get the necessary permits and medical equipment here to treat Grissom.

“Good morning, can I talk to…”

Doctor on Duty, ask nicely and he might share the coffee.

(no subject)

Tuesday, November 1st, 2005 04:43 pm
[identity profile] gotcanewillpoke.livejournal.com
Dr House replenished the lollypop suppy in the bowl on his desk. It was a new bog, and he dug the red ones out and dropped most of them in his desk drawer. The one that locked.He stuck one in ihs mouth and slipped two in his pocket for later, right beside the bottle of Vicodin.

He limped to Exam 5 which doubled as a private room (for the likes of Parker and now Mmm Jack) and checked on the patient. Satisfied everything looked good, he headed back to the main lobby and sat down at the desk. With a little luck, it would be a quiet afternoon, and Wilson would emerge from whatever dark corner he was hidiing in...

Dr House on duty (reluctantly) because he's making an effort to work more hours
[identity profile] dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com
Wilson had had an early start, getting up first thing to check in on Jack and then heading down to the school to talk to Bristow. He'd already grabbed a couple cups of coffee in his travels but was returning now to open the Clinic for the day.

Whistling softly, the oncologist flipped on the lights and unlocked the door. He had some papers in his left hand to work on and for once those papers were not charts. Sometimes you just have to cheer the small miracles.

Setting a pot of Kona coffee to brewing, he peeked in on Jack one more time before heading back out to the front. Flopping down at the desk, Wilson kicked his feet up on the counter and pulled the papers into his lap...ahh a nice caffiene high, gottah love it.

Doctor on Duty, ask nicely you might get coffee.

(no subject)

Monday, October 24th, 2005 07:27 pm
[identity profile] gotcanewillpoke.livejournal.com
House is in the lab, running the bloodwork Wilson asked him to do. He's brought a small radio with him, so at least there's music, though it has to sit outside on the reception desk so the air waves don't interfere with the lab equiptment.

He's humming along with whatever classic rock song is playing in the back ground, while he runs the blood. Against his usual pattern, he takes the time to scribble notes on the patient files just to show Wilson up. And to show Wilson how much he appreicates how Wilson has stepped up and taken over, allowing Hosue the luxury of skipping out on clinic duty as much as possible. Which has a lot to do with mun availability, but still

Michael's blood work is a straight forward test, and a good place to start. He lines the others up in no particular order, Hank, Parker, Chloe, and Duce.

Dr House is not on active duty, hopefully one of the assistants is working tonight? But House is in the clinic, so if somene stumbles in and distracts him from the blood work, he might reward them with a red lolly. Probably purple or orange, depends on how grateful/grumpy he is

[OOC: If any of you patients are looking for specific results, PLEASE let me know. I'm not good with the 'find whatever you want' thing. Need specifics, please. Duce the obvious exception, House isn't going to get to her blood work tonight since that's interactive and scheduled for Wednesday]
[identity profile] dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com
It probably went without saying that Wilson was going to be dragging, just a bit, this morning. Whether it was simply the after effects of the privious day or whatever he'd gotten up to the night before, could be a source of speculation for anyone who...spent such time doing those sorts of things.

For now, he was setting out a sign in sheet, checking on the waiting room to make sure the water cooler was full and the chairs were mostly straight. It was a small thing but a tidy waiting room tended to help people relax.

Covering a yawn, he took a swig off his super charged quinti shot coffee nummy and headed back to the front desk. Okay...he hadn't gotten a chance to work on much of his paperwork last night and it was starting to pile up.

Sitting down, long legs were kicked up on the desk -the man honestly could not sit straight in a chair to save his life- and Wilson yanked the clipboard down into his lap. Time to work on some scheduling.

Don't anybody laugh.

Doctor on Duty, come poke, pester or bleed on as you so desire.

The Clinic is Open

Tuesday, October 18th, 2005 05:40 pm
[identity profile] lisacuddy.livejournal.com
Lisa walks into the clinic after meeting with [livejournal.com profile] jerusalem_s She immediately sits down with a few markers, makes a new bulletin board, and then staples it up to the front of the clinic.

Lisa is very grumpy. )

Underneath, she scrawls MEN SUCK with a sharpie.

Satisfied, she takes all the files off of House's desk, throws them in a corner, and takes a handle of whiskey and a few 40s of cheap malt liquor out of her backpack. She busts out House's red lollipop stash and throws all of the candy on the desk next to the booze.

She waits for Parker to arrive, and takes a shot.

THE CLINIC IS OFFICIALLY OPEN FOR BUSINESS. to get your underaged drink on

Saturday Afternoon

Saturday, October 15th, 2005 04:16 pm
[identity profile] http://users.livejournal.com/___lily_evans_/
Lily is in the clinic, studying her copy of The Standard Book of Spells, Grade 7, in an attempt to both keep up her magic skills and avoid doodling things like "Lily Malfoy" or "Mrs. Draco Malfoy."

[ooc: Lily is gone, feel free to start a new post for the evening.]
[identity profile] notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com
Elizabeth runs into the clinic.

"Hello? Dr House? Lisa?" A bit more hesitantly. "Jack? We've got an injured student in Speech class!"

Clinic Hours

Tuesday, October 11th, 2005 06:58 pm
[identity profile] lisacuddy.livejournal.com
Lisa breaks into House's secret stash and unwraps a red lollipop. She smiles, and puts up...

A New Board Outside the Clinic )

Satisfied, she busts out a Spanish dictionary to study while she mans the clinic. For Languages of Europe, sicko.

Clinic Hours

Thursday, October 6th, 2005 01:20 pm
[identity profile] lisacuddy.livejournal.com
Lisa enters the clinic after art studio, glad Coach Ash was clearly not paying attention today.

She adds some things to the Sex Ed Bulletin Board to jazz it up for October, giving it a bit of a Halloween theme.

She sits down and finds her secret candy stash mostly untouched, which means Wilson didn't spill the beans yet. Most excellent. Maybe today will be quiet. But probably not.
[identity profile] dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com
Wilson was bored. He was used to days at the hospital, running at full throttle and though he’d deliberately stepped off the fast lane of life; his subconscious had yet to catch up with his conscious choice. So, he was bored and he needed something to do.

Anything to do.

Anything at all.

Somehow, that desperation to alleviate his boredom translated into the oncologist finding his way out of the apartment he shared with House to the bastar…err…Diagnostician’s office. Even if everything else in his life was topsy turvey, Wilson knew one thing would be constant; House would be behind on his charting.

Dressed in jeans and a simple grey sweater, rather then his habitual tie and dress slacks, Wilson had no problem unearthing a stack of charts sitting in House’s ‘In box’. Smirking affectionately, to himself, Wilson carried the stack over to the desk and settled himself down on his best friend’s chair. Pushing his sleeves partially up his forearms, the oncologist flicked on the desk lamp and reached for the first chart.

Monday evening

Tuesday, October 4th, 2005 04:26 pm
[identity profile] threeweapons.livejournal.com
Alanna sets up shop at the clinic. Her usual platter of lemon bars is balanced on one pile of books and the stack of stickers. She is rather please to see that her pencils are still stuck in the ceiling.
[identity profile] lisacuddy.livejournal.com
The lights are off in the clinic, so Lisa grabs the key from its hiding place and lets herself in. She looks tired and is carrying a single, huge duffle bag. Throwing it on the floor behind House's desk, she curls up on a cot and tries to fall asleep, instead staring at the ceiling silently.

[OOC: After Lana and Angelus come in, Cuddy pulls a curtain closed and falls asleep for the night in the corner, oblivious to all Clinic activities. If you have a med emergency, make a new post to the clinic and one of the staffers will come to your aid. Maybe even Cuddy in the AM EST. Thanks.]

Clinic Memo

Thursday, September 22nd, 2005 12:33 am
[identity profile] death-n-binky.livejournal.com
*posted on the Staff Bulletin Board*

To All Staff Members:

There is a plague sweeping the campus, likely of non-natural origins. Flyers have been posted and the student body instructed to report all ailments to the clinic, as well as those they suspect of being infected.

A treatment has been formulated and is in the cupboard in a bottle labeled "PLAGUE PILLS" and are administered by placing one under the tongue. There are few, if any, side effects of this treatment.

Symptoms of this plague are mild in the early stages and, as such, all students with generalized symptoms of illness or dementia for which a cause cannot be determined should be treated to prevent further spread. Please advise all students treated for this plague to report back to the clinic if symptoms do not improve within 24 hours.

DEATH is managing this situation and, as such, all questions should be directed to him. If he cannot be found, please ring his bell and he will contact you shortly.

Thank you.

[OOC: Any clinic staff who want to know what is going on with this, rather than just watching, please ring Death's bell and I'll explain OOC. Thanks.]

Clinic Hours

Wednesday, September 21st, 2005 04:07 pm
[identity profile] lisacuddy.livejournal.com
Lisa slinks into the Clinic. Her last three times here have been rather traumitizing, first she made [livejournal.com profile] psycho_jackass grow an abnormally large amount of body hair, then she was faced with the jackass new Clinic Security, and then a student who was passed out on the floor.

To keep her mind off of her troubles, she makes a new bulletin board.

Drinking with Barbossa? No wonder you're hungover! )

Satisfied, she sits at House's desk, sorts through the mail, and doodles out campaign posters on extra charts, waiting to see what will come into the clinic today.

(no subject)

Tuesday, September 20th, 2005 07:53 am
[identity profile] river-dancing.livejournal.com
River staggers into the clinic. Her hair is filthy and tangled, matted with twigs and other detritus. Her clothing is torn in more than one place, showing scratches and abrasions, and she holds one arm close to her body with the other.

She stares around blankly, as though not recognizing her surroundings. Then she clearly says, "Help," and as the words pass her lips her eyes roll back in her head and she falls to the floor.

Guard on Duty

Monday, September 19th, 2005 09:10 am
[identity profile] names-ash.livejournal.com
::the recently "hired" drug guard, none other than Coach Ash, has arrived at the clinic to start his volunteer work::

::again just addressing in general, not singling anyone out::

"Yo, where's my chair and coffee? The King is in, and he demands his throne and tribute."

::Ash wanders over to position himself to best protect the medical supply closet::

"This is the King's land now. No one goes through here except by royal decree!"

::Pulls out his cellphone, and orders a coffee from The Perkolater::

"Oh, and make sure to bring me some sugar, baby." ::he hangs up::

::wonders if he should've gotten a list from Doc House about which students were actually workers here::

::decides he'll just stop anyone and hopes they issue Work IDs at the clinic::
[identity profile] lisacuddy.livejournal.com
Lisa runs around between patients, and stands in the middle of the room to shout.

"Hey guys, everyone who is leaving, can you just sign this sheet before you go? Thank you!"

Then she scurries off to see if Max is trying to find more drugs when she isn't paying attention.
[identity profile] lisacuddy.livejournal.com
Lisa opens the clinic, immediately refreshes the condom supply outside the door (typical), and goes back to the fridge to check on the gremlin in there. It doesn't appear to have moved, but she pokes it just in case.

"Gremlin? Gremmmmmlin? Hello?"

Satisfied, she puts it back in the fridge and grabs a few signs she made out of her bag.

Free Vaccinations at the Clinic today.
Rabies, The Plague, Meningitis, The Clap, you name it.

Several vaccinations are still in testing periods. The Clinic claims no responsibility for any side effects that may occur.

She sticks one to the outer door, and several around the campus right outside the clinic. Coming back inside to wait, she flips on House's mini-tv to catch the Fandom weather report.

A Cunning Plan...

Wednesday, September 14th, 2005 03:30 pm
[identity profile] silent-robert.livejournal.com
::arrives outside the clinic with [livejournal.com profile] immorrisday::

::the two converse (i.e Jay talks a lot while Bob nods)::

::takes a deep breath, and walks inside::

::bites down on the Alka-Seltzer in his mouth, which therefore begins to foam and froth and spray::

::flails overdramatically::

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.

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.

[livejournal.com profile] lisacuddy

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
Considering that several students have asked for condoms on her first day of clinic duty, Lisa decides to put up a bulletin board outside on the clinic wall.

Dr. Luv Gluv Says Use a Rubber! )

She finishes stapling several take-away brochures to the bottom, and makes sure that the bulletin board lets the students (and teachers, *cough*) know that they can always speak to any of the clinic staff confidentially with any medical issues or questions. She fans out a few condoms on a small table in front of the board.

Can someone cast a spell on these condoms so that they regenerate on their own? )

Satisfied, she turns back into the clinic, and glances out the window occasionally to see if anyone stops by.
[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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