FTEC - Sunday

Sunday, April 30th, 2006 10:38 am
[identity profile] allie-cameron.livejournal.com
Allie had seen all the children running around the dorms after her clinic shift the day before. And she'd listened to the radio last night. She deduced that something strange had happened to her classmates and, though she had no idea what or how she was spared, she knew Sundays were Janet's day in the clinic and it sounded like Janet was too young to handle it, so she got up and hurried out of the dorms and opened the clinic.

[ooc: should be around most of the day, but have a few errand-type things to take care of, so responses may be slow.]
[identity profile] gotcanewillpoke.livejournal.com
Red lollypop in hand (and very much aware *cough*someone*cough* has been in his stash), Dr House is sitting behind the desk in the clinic reception area with one of Wilson's medical journals open in front of him. He's read the same sentence at least ten times, his mind too busy to focus on the words. Last night with Wilson and Angelus had been...interesting to say the least (and yes, vagueness as it's not been played out yet. Hush)

He finally gives up on the article, flips the periodical closed, limps over to Lisa's latest bulletin board, leaving his cane hanging off the side of his desk. The board fails to hold his attention, and he ends up pacing the waiting area of the clinic. Without the cane. Which isn't really good for his leg, but gives him an excuse to take an extra Vicodin.
[identity profile] gotcanewillpoke.livejournal.com
Dr House was in the clinic, waiting for any and all of the kids from the botched Rooftop Beautifucation Project to show up for their gremlin testing, as per the Dean. Dean Bristow had told him to use water or sprite, not the actual gremlin spittle, but House didn't like the whole idea of lying to those kids. They trusted him, and he'd put himself on the line to defend and protect them. Lying to them at this point just seemed wrong.

House sighed and looked up at Alanna's pencil collectoin in the ceiling. The girl had a good throw, as far as h could tell, not one of the pencils had fallen yet. He sighed again and rubbed his face. He dug his crossword puzzle book out of his desk, but couldn't concentrate on it. Same with his video games, even the yo-yo. Another sigh and he leaned back in his chair, feet propped up on the desk.

[OOC: While this post is closed to student and faculty trauma, the clinic itself is open...*nodnod*]

(no subject)

Tuesday, October 4th, 2005 12:23 am
[identity profile] caroline-todd.livejournal.com
*Caroline walks into the clinic and runs her fingers through her hair, not entirely sure what to do.
Sitting awkwardly against a table she pulled out her notes from journalism, not expecting anything to interrupt her revision*

Sunday Morning

Sunday, October 2nd, 2005 10:42 am
[identity profile] gotcanewillpoke.livejournal.com
Dr House is in the clinic. Trying to balance his cane on his nose, which isn't exactly working well. Doesn't stop him frm trying.

(no subject)

Wednesday, September 28th, 2005 06:44 pm
[identity profile] gotcanewillpoke.livejournal.com
Another day, another dollar.

House is sitting at the desk in the clinic with his protable video ame. He's not having a good run, and it shows in his grunting and cursing the thing, and it's dangerously close to getting smashed with his cane.

Feel free to interrupt before that happens.

(no subject)

Friday, September 23rd, 2005 05:18 pm
[identity profile] gotcanewillpoke.livejournal.com
He decides to wander in to the clinic after his soaps.

He sits at his desk and scribbles out a notice for his assistants, but ends up trashing the hand written copy and instead prints it out on his computer.

He gets distracted and ends up playing pool on yahoo!games.

The notice, if he ever gets it finished will state that clinic assistants *must* post in the clinic work at least once a week to maintain their position and receive credit for it. (There are also several clinic positions available since some of the voluteers have dropped off or quit, Click here for application)

Anyone who dares interrupt his game will likely get hissed at. But that doesn't mean you shouldn't do it.

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.

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