[identity profile] dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com
Marie was lucky to have gotten Andy back! Wilson had thoughts of trying to keep the delightful little boy. Well, okay they were fleeting thoughts that logic had quickly smacked out of him but ooohh did he envy his alternate selves and their role in the lives of these delightful children he'd gotten to meet.

Munching on one of the cookies the three of them had made that afternoon, Wilson made his way into the clinic. He checked in briefly with the on duty nurse and then set himself up at the front desk.
[identity profile] clipboard-fu.livejournal.com
Finally! Patients! Dr. McNinja was excited to get some Hippocratic-Oath-fu in.

[OOC: I'm a little fuzzy on who's supposed to still be here, so help me out if I put you in the clinic when you're not there or if I don't put you in the clinic when you are]
[identity profile] dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com
After running some errands to gather a few odds and ends for the romantic dinner he had planned for Phale that evening, Wilson finally ducked back to the Clinic with a bag of goodies.

No, he wasn't showing anyone what was in the bag except the recipient and even Aziraphale was going to have to wait till tonight!
[identity profile] drlambert.livejournal.com
Natalie set her things down slowly, eyes scanning over Cally's chart. She read the notes made by the admitting physician -- or, in this case, the admitting aide -- and then those added by Dr. Troy. Taking a moment to unpack, she then peeked in on her patient. She spent the remaineder of the shift either in the lab or tending to the patient...and welcoming visitors.
[identity profile] goodtrevor.livejournal.com
Trevor came in a bit early for his shift, and made sure to check on Dr. Wilson before checking on the clinic's supplies and the other exam rooms.
[identity profile] sexydoctor.livejournal.com
Considering the doctor on duty was currently in a coma, Christian took Dr. Wilson's shift and opened up the clinic for the day.
stykera: (freaked out)
[personal profile] stykera
Stark hadn't exactly been looking forward to coming into town when the island was overrun by big scary things. But he was supposed to be at the clinic on Sundays and so at the clinic he was. After arriving, he'd flailed more than a little bit at the number of people in the clinic. Flailing under control, he was now ready to deal with things. Hopefully.

[OCD coming up. Poke me if I get something wrong.]

FTEC, Monday Day

Monday, October 30th, 2006 09:40 am
[identity profile] blonde-doctor.livejournal.com
Everything was set; Elliot would be flying home early Wednesday for Carla and Turk's wedding.

Which was why, after checking on Walter, she spent most of the day quadruple-checking her packing list to make sure she hadn't forgotten to plan to pack anything.

"Pillow for the plane, strapless bra, backless bra, trashy novel, another trashy novel, serious book in case I get stuck on the plane next to someone I want to impress..."
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[personal profile] stykera
Stark was where he usually was on Sunday evenings. In the clinic, at the desk.

((I'm heading out for a few hours, wanted to get this up in case anyone needed it. If you wanted to talk to the alien, I'll be back eventually. Or mod the nurse for any nurse-ly needs))
[identity profile] goodtrevor.livejournal.com
Even the extra hour of sleep he'd gotten wasn't helping Trevor stay totally conscious this morning, and he made sure to make some strong coffee before settling behind the front desk.
[identity profile] threeweapons.livejournal.com
Alanna settled down behind the front desk with a book and Faithful. One of the two looked like he didn't want to be there.
[identity profile] goodtrevor.livejournal.com
It had been a long week so far, and Trevor was disappointed every time he realized it wasn't over yet. He made sure to check in on Walter before settling behind the front desk and looking for something on TV that would relax him.
[identity profile] sexydoctor.livejournal.com
Christian checked on Zuko and Walter and then settled behind the desk for a hopefully quiet day of downloading porn medical journals.
[identity profile] drlambert.livejournal.com
The coming winter made Natalie feel, well, alive. She could feel the cold, and could sense the approaching darkness; she was enjoying every moment of the evenings as night grew longer. It meant she had greater freedom to move around. It also meant that Halloween was close around the corner. She wondered what, if anything, this town did to celebrate the oncoming holiday.

Entering the clinic, she went through her usual set up, checking the charts for updates on Zuko. She would make time to peek in on him shortly.
[identity profile] sexydoctor.livejournal.com
Christian checked up on the clinic's patients then settled behind the desk for the day.
[identity profile] goodtrevor.livejournal.com
Trevor had made the mistake of attempting one of the Sudoku puzzles that was in the newspaper, and was now finding himself quite addicted to them. At least they were cheaper than alcohol, and were easy to stash at the front desk.
[identity profile] goodtrevor.livejournal.com
Trevor was sitting at the front desk, his cup of coffee nearly forgotten as he caught up on everyone who had been in the clinic over the weekend.

[It's Make Your Own OCD Day because I don't know if anyone's still here from last night. *g*]
[identity profile] ladder62.livejournal.com
Tommy was at his desk.

He looked like a man who was reciting the twelve steps over and over in an effort to make sure he remembered them.

At least he had work for a distraction.

[ooc: wait for OCD Up!]
[identity profile] janet-fraiser.livejournal.com
Janet was there. Totally unable to talk, and yes, somewhat cranky about it, but there. She had a lot of paper and a bunch of pens for notes. With any luck, no one would come in unconscious and unable to describe their own symptoms, because if so, she was going to be really thinking it was fun as a player mad at whatever was causing this

OOC: Please wait for the OCD. OCD is up. If you're currently occupying an exam room from last night's events, then please post yourself in there. :)
[identity profile] goodtrevor.livejournal.com
Trevor settled in behind the front desk and tried to find something on the television that would hold his interest for more than a minute. So far, he wasn't having much luck.

FTEC, Friday morning

Friday, June 2nd, 2006 07:52 am
[identity profile] threeweapons.livejournal.com
Alanna opened up the clinic and settled down with a very large cup of coffee. Then she noticed there were patients in the rooms and checked up on them.

FTEC, Friday Night

Friday, May 19th, 2006 08:44 pm
[identity profile] drlambert.livejournal.com
Nat was on duty and back in the lab again, after spending the day wrestling with her conscience. Because unlike Nick some people she knew, she decided still had one.

FTEC, Wednesday Night

Wednesday, May 17th, 2006 08:08 pm
[identity profile] drlambert.livejournal.com
Entering the clinic, Nat did a quick change out of her rain jacket and into a lab coat, draping her stethoscope around her neck. She then picked up the charts and made her rounds. That done, she settled in to the front desk with Lappy her laptop and continued working on her writing project. Hopefully she wouldn't be quite as distracted by it...

[Disabling notifications. Ping me on AIM if I'm needed.]

FTEC, Wednesday day

Wednesday, May 17th, 2006 08:15 am
[identity profile] ladder62.livejournal.com
Tommy did a quick check on all the patients - that Tyler kid still wasn't looking good, but comparatively speaking he was starting to look better - and then settled down at his desk to do the very important job of reading the sports section.

[ooc: OCD threads are up. I'll be at work most of the day so Tommy might be on slowplay. Comment notification is turned off for all you visiting types ;) . If you need Tommy, ping him in his thread. Need me, ping in the OOC thread. Thanks!]

FTEC, Tuesday Night

Tuesday, May 16th, 2006 05:11 pm
[identity profile] drlambert.livejournal.com
She wasn't necessarily in a good mood, but she was doing... better...even as the memories became clearer with each passing day. A small part of her could understand, really. Nick didn't want to lose her, wanted to keep his promise. And LaCroix -- what did LaCroix want? Even spending as much time as she did, examining her connection to him, she couldn't quite make him out; the mixture of affection, consternation, sacrifice, and some others she couldn't name was all overwhelming and difficult to untangle.

That didn't mean she wasn't going to try.

But those were thoughts better left to daylight hours, while she was trapped in her basement apartment. Once the sun went down, Natalie made her way to the clinic and found the place surprisingly busy. It seemed the students had found other ways to occupy their time since classes were over. Probably just as well, she thought. Her brooding thoughts would have to be set aside for later. She then grabbed the charts and began her rounds.

[Doc is in, but mun will be gone from 7:30 to 9 ET if anyone needs medical assistance or other RP needs. Mun is actually back...]

FTEC, Tuesday, May 16

Tuesday, May 16th, 2006 08:31 am
[identity profile] sexydoctor.livejournal.com
Christian opened up the clinardis clinic to find four of the beds occupied. What had these kids been up to this weekend? He checked on each patient and made sure they were comfortable.
[identity profile] goodtrevor.livejournal.com
Trevor would certainly never admit this out loud, but he almost liked it better when there were students who were injured or sick. He liked having actual patients to check on, if only because it made him feel more useful than usual.

[OCD threads are up!]

FTEC, Monday Morning

Monday, May 15th, 2006 11:44 am
[identity profile] headologist.livejournal.com
Granny set up her cauldron on the desk and started brewing up a potion to treat the Mauve Plague*. It was always best to be prepared.

Once the cauldron was safely bubbling, she went to check on the patients.

*A distant and much more serious cousin of the Black Plague.

FTEC, Sunday Evening

Sunday, May 14th, 2006 07:04 pm
stykera: (freaked out)
[personal profile] stykera
Stark arrived at the clinic for his usual shift and found the clinic already partially occupied. He quickly checked in on Tyler and Nadia, and anyone else who's still here that I missed then took a seat at the desk. With people in the clinic, he figured that this was not likely to be as quiet a night as Sundays usually were. So he was keeping his eye on the door.

((The mun, on the other hand, is totally watching TWW finale *sniff*, and will be slow responding between 8-9 EDT. But I am here. And I think I have nurse backup, even. Yay. AND this time I'll post in the right place.))

FTEC, Wednesday day

Wednesday, May 3rd, 2006 08:17 am
[identity profile] ladder62.livejournal.com
Tommy was at his desk. His list of things the Nets could do to themselves now involved rusty spoons and battery acid.

He muttered under his breath about this. With great length and graphic detail.

FTEC, Saturday Night

Saturday, April 29th, 2006 08:27 pm
[identity profile] ladder62.livejournal.com
Tommy was neither tiny nor wee.

He was, however, in FTEC for anybody who might need snarky medical help of some sort.
[identity profile] sexydoctor.livejournal.com
The doctor is in. Christian was pleased to find that the TV, fortunately, was still in one piece. Currently, it was tuned to "The Daily Show."
[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]

Friday 2-3-06

Friday, February 3rd, 2006 06:13 am
[identity profile] gotcanewillpoke.livejournal.com
It's noon before he makes it to the clinic.

His last day.

He's sitting at the desk, with a cup of coffee and Johnny Cash on the radio. He'd brought Cash in from town, and the pup in on the floor chewing on a rawhide bone.

Dr is in. Come say goodbye. He's on slowtime unil this evening
[identity profile] gotcanewillpoke.livejournal.com
Even he thinks it's ironic that he's put more hours in to the clinic since resigning than he put in any other time.

There is some sadness in him about leaving. He's gotten sed to it. He actually cares about the kids at Fandom High.

But it's time. He's ready to move on. To what, he's not sure. Maybe nothing. Maybe he'll just retire and enjoy the days without responsibility or obligation. Maybe he'll learn to cook so he can fix elaborate dinners for Geoff.

He'd spent the night at Geoff's, and once settled behind the clinic desk, he pulled out his phone to check messages. There was just one but it seemed the world stopped while he listened to it.Arcs of pain throbbed in lis leg. He knew it was subconscious, there was nothing wrong with his leg.

In any case, the clinic is open around 10 am, though the doctor is nowhere *ahem: Read: NOWHERE* to be seen. With Cash on the radio and Coffe in the pot the clinic is, apparently abandoned. Feel free to stop by, because the doors are open...
[identity profile] gotcanewillpoke.livejournal.com
He opens the clinic around 10 am, puts a pot of hazelnut coffee on to brew, and a soft jazz CD on the stereo system.

He fishes a red lolly pop out of the desk drawer, then commences to going throug the drawers. There's not much, really. He's made sure of that with his periodic and impulsive cleaning sprees. He found the box of pens Wilson had ordered long ago, that he'd retrieved out of the trash after one of his fits of total destruction. He sighed and stashed the flimsy plastic container in his shoulder bag.

There wasn't much else worth keeping, but he put what little there was in a small box. The desk in he office was much the same, and the box he'd filled was light enough that he could manage it back to his apartment. He set to work on reorganising the filing cabinent in the office, because it was something to do to pass the time.

Doctor is in and available, though on SP until after 3pm est. Assistants were welcome to pick up a thread. Come bleed, steal coffee, or say goodbye. Friday will be Dr House's last day in the clinic

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Tuesday, January 31st, 2006 06:42 am
[identity profile] gotcanewillpoke.livejournal.com
The clinic doors are open first thing Tuesday morning. Dr House is at the desk in his office, with the door shut. He is disinclined to sit in the waiting area where coffee is brewing and a soft jazz CD is playing. He's writing in a notebook, his hand jerking across the page in spurts, o laying dormant while his mind processes a thought.

Friday. Four days. he can handle this for four days. He's asked for a permanent leave of absence effective Friday. After that? Maybe he'll go to Michigan and see his moher. Or to Vegas and blow all his money. Or Jamaica and get hs hair braided. Or Venice to see the streets of water. He really hasn't decided.

The doctor is in, but the mun is away until afternoon. Assistants, please tag in. Susan, if you're around House *may* attempt to talk to you.
[identity profile] gotcanewillpoke.livejournal.com
The clinic is open bright and early, but Dr House is nowhere to be found. If one looks hard enough, he's on the floor in the office, behind the desk, with his iPod headphone in his ears and a not!puppy on his chest. Interrupting him would not be wise.

He slips out around 11am and heads in to town. He returns on a motorcycle, which he parks in front of the apartment door. It's a Triumph model, and it's his new baby. Touch it and die. He had it specially ordered and designed to accomodate his leg and his cane.

He has an appointment to speak with the principal, so he completely by passes the clinic and heads down to talk to him.

House will be scarce today, due to getting the motorcycle and talking to the principal. Hopefully one of the assistants will step in and cover any tags House! mun is *not* available until after 3:30 pm est in any case

Sunday Morning

Sunday, January 29th, 2006 10:15 am
[identity profile] gotcanewillpoke.livejournal.com
He'd used his leg a an excuse to avoid leaving his apartment. It had nothing to do withthe mun being over threaded or on the phone off and on last night dealing with personal stuff. Mun appreciates everyone who tride to get House invovled and apologises for my RL limitations that prevented him jumping in. He had no intention of going to the gym because of the snow, but he would have helped in the clinic

Sitting at the desk in the clinic Sunday morning, he felt bad about that. Guilty, even. He could have asked Geoff to help him get to the gym, but the fact was he didn't want to. And, well, in his defense, he didn't know how bad it was going to get. He'd been quite content to spend the weekend snowed in with Geoff, talking and laughing and, well, other things that brought a smile to his face.

But in truth, he knew he had a back slide. He was trying not to use his leg as an excuse anymore, or at least not when it wasn't really a problem. Getting across campus to the gym would have been difficult, even with Geoff's help, because snow and cane do not mix well. That he could justify to a point. But when Pippi had come to him, through the clinic door, and he'd still refused to help? He couldn't really justify that. He was selfish and not for the first time, he sat alone and wondered what he was doing.

It wasn't that the clinic was too much responsibility for him, but he wasn't sure exactly what it was. He'd fallen back on his pattern of avoiding clinic as much as possible, putting in just enough hours to say he was managing it. And he was. Wilson still helped a great deal, which House appreciated that. But he wasn't happy. He hadn't been happy for a while. The non-human factor of most of the kids really bothered him because despite his best efforts he simply didn't know how to help them in most cases.

He sighed and sipped at his coffee and waited to see if anyone would come down to the clinic.

Doctor is in. He has coffee and Cash, both puppy and music. All is right with the world. His discontent is the start of his leaving Fandom arc, and he will eventually seek out the Principal to discuss things. But not yet. Bring your injured to him now, if you dare

[OOC: Mun is AFK for a bit

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Saturday, January 28th, 2006 10:03 pm
[identity profile] gotcanewillpoke.livejournal.com
Dr House is not in the clinic. He is reachable, through the door that connects to his apartment, but he's holed up in said apartment with Geoff.

He doesn't know yet that the main clinic door has been breached.

[OOC: Note to anyone who might go looking for drugs. The drugs are kept in a small closet off the office. The door is reinfoced, and then the drugs are in a locked cabinet. If anyone does manage to get in to it (House would prefer no one does, except authorised clinic staff), there is NO Vicodin in the school clinic. It' sbeen taken to the FTEC at Dr House's request.]

Saturday 1-21-06

Saturday, January 21st, 2006 11:36 am
[identity profile] gotcanewillpoke.livejournal.com
He stashed his crutches in the office and sat in the rolling chair from the desk. He had charting to finish, notes about Thursday night to document.

He didn't remember writing excuses for the kids, and wondered if he'd done it so automatically that he forgot he'd done it, or if he'd, well, forgotten to do it.

He tugged the crossword puzzle out of the desk drawer, but couldn't concentrate on that either.

Doctor is in. No coffee, no Cash -neither dog nor music. No mobility either, but he's not immediately advertising that. You know how pools without life guards say 'Swim At Your Own Risk'? Yeah.

[OOC: Slowtime likely, yeah, but don't hesitate to tag in]
[identity profile] the4thsister.livejournal.com
Paige hoped her first proper day in the clinic would be reasonably easy so when she showed up and found Pippi there she was a little suprised and worried.

But anyway the clinic is now open feel free to come bleed, drink coffee, or visit people, Paige knows what's she's doing sort off

((I'm new to the clinic so erm bare with me! OCD threads coming UP! and there's been a slight edit, cos I lost track of who's here, sorry))
[identity profile] dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com
Though he wasn't sure if House had gotten his annoucement out to the school yet, Wilson went ahead and opened up the School Clinic as they'd discussed the night before.

Letting Cash out of the apartment, he reached down and ruffled the puppy's ears. "Did he already leave you on your own little guy? Come on then, let's get the day started."

Opening the front door of the clinic, Wilson gave Cash a quick run through the courtyard to be a good puppy then called him back into the reception area of the clinic, tossing him a new squeak toy that he'd picked up on his way up from town.

He hadn't been back to the clinic since the night he'd left the apartment and though he expected to feel a little strange, he soon found himself settling into his usual routine. Starting coffee, a nice Kona blend today, he straightened up the waiting room and settled down at the desk to do some paperwork.

Wilson was fairly certain that House hadn't thought to update the supplies in awhile and they had talked specifically about Wilson keeping up with the back office work of both clinics. So, settling down with the paperwork and a mug of coffee Wilson got his day started.

Doctor is in, come say hello!

[ooc: At work so on a SP schedule :)]

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