[identity profile] sexydoctor.livejournal.com
The clinic was a mess.

The lobby and hallway were full of crumpled coffee cups and the scent of emo. A few bodies remained huddled against the walls and on benches. Christian quietly checked them and found each person just sleeping, so there hadn't been a coffee Jonestown going on last night.

At least the patient in Exam One seemed much better. Christian examined Angel and found him sleeping peacefully, no fever or chills. So maybe whatever they'd done had worked despite wrecking havoc in the clinic. Careful not to disturb the vampire or the young man passed out in the chair next to him, Christian noted Angel's condition on his chart, then returned to the desk in the lobby, hoping people would wake up soon and clean up this mess.
[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
Exam room 1, one vampire. Exam room 2, evidence of a blood drive. Christian snagged some leftover cookies and juice and settled in his chair, flipping through a report on new innovations in breast implants.
[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.
[identity profile] goodtrevor.livejournal.com
Trevor made his way into the clinic, stopping in the doorway for a moment as he tried to figure out where the pleasing scent was coming from. When he couldn't place it right away, he shook his head and came inside, getting himself set up for the evening.

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] 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] dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com
The passage of air was LOUD today and Wilson moved very, very carefully in an attempt to keep the air as still as possible. He was late opening the Clinic not because he was late getting *to* the Clinic but because he was moving very slowly…in the hope of keeping the air really quiet.

Getting the doors open, he started a pot of coffee and sucked back the third 20oz bottle of water he’d been drinking since about oh…not too many hours ago. Putting a happy face on, he managed to do rounds without passing out, which was a blessing, checking in on Rory, Logan and Jack before crawling back up to the front desk.

Sitting down, very carefully –DAMN AIR WILL YOU SHUT UP!- Wilson leaned forward till he could cradle his head on his forearms. Seven…liquors….what the hell had he been thinking last night?

That it felt good to laugh a little and not hurt…andohGodI’mnottwentyanymore

Dragging his water bottle down into his lap to snuggle it close, Wilson reached for the half a piece of bagel he’d been trying to choke down for over an hour now. He was about half-way through it. By noon he might be finished with it.

If I live that long…Crowley is going to kill me.

Taking a slow breath, Wilson sat up and reached for a chart. He was being in his charting and really needed to catch up, if the little black squiggly lines would just stay still long enough for him to read them.

Doctor on Duty.
[identity profile] dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com
Wilson was still tired and in all honesty, he expected to be through the holiday weekend. He was physically run into the ground -hey, Fandom might be a relatively small island but you trying running all up and down those hills particularly hauling Angel's muscular ass around- and as for emotionally...

Yeah that was pretty much still touch and go also.

But, the Clinic was open the lights inviting and the smell of a Christmas Blend coffee filled the air. Wilson was working on discharge papers/information for Rory and Logan. He could only imagine that they were more then ready to be sprung though he was uncertain about when exactly that springing was going to happen.

Doctor....well the coffee's made, come by and have a cup if you wish.
[identity profile] death-n-binky.livejournal.com
*DEATH, returning from a visit to The Fourth Sin, appears to be a bit preoccupied. He seems to be doodling on a bit of paper and then scribbling notes intermittently. The duck which he left on the desk seems to have very opinionated about whatever he is drawing.*

((OOC: DEATH!mun is going to bed. Think of DEATH as the strong, silent type for the rest of the night.))
[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.))
[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] 2ls-in-oneill.livejournal.com
Jack comes in and sets up his things, homework, radio, mini-tv, and a few notebooks. He was hoping to have a slow night and be able to get some homework done before tomorrow. And to avoid Cuddy like the plague.

Jack clicked on the radio and cracked open a book.

(no subject)

Monday, October 3rd, 2005 08:08 pm
[identity profile] death-n-binky.livejournal.com
*DEATH takes up his post at the clinic, bringing BInky in with him today, for company. He scratches the horse affectionately and then begins to braid condoms into its mane while he passes the time, waiting for patients. For those that cannot see DEATH, there is a cheery sense of dread in the area and a white horse, with condoms appearing in its mane.*

THIS WILL MAKE YOU FASHIONALE BINKY. ITS ONLY SUITABLE THAT IF I AM GOING TO RUN FOR HOMECOMING QUEEN THAT MY HORSE BE FASHIONABLE.

*Binky nuzzles DEATH, looking for treats*

SEE. I KNEW YOU WOULD LIKE THIS. YOU CAN ALSO KEEP ANY PATIENTS IN THE WAITING ROOM COMPANY.
[identity profile] oatmanspatient.livejournal.com
Marty, Rory and Angela carry Logan's unconscious body into the clinic.

"Can we get a doctor here?"

(no subject)

Tuesday, September 20th, 2005 06:34 pm
[identity profile] threeweapons.livejournal.com
Alanna sat in the clinic, reading one of the many books she had managed to get her hands on and absent mindedly playing with the cord around her neck.

Outside, she had hung up a note:

Any one running for student office with Miss Parker's help, please stop by.
[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.

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