FTEC, Sunday 3/29

Sunday, March 29th, 2015 10:22 am
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Stark arrived earlier than usual today. It had been a busy few days at the clinic and he wanted to be sure he was there in case he was needed.

As with the past few days there was plenty of tea in case anyone would need it. Still no cupcakes, but there were plenty of cookies to go with the plenty of the tea.

The island seemed to be getting back to what passed for normal but the clinic was open for its inhabitants who weren't quite back their usual selves yet.
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The staff at JGoB had been excited to show off (and sell) their pumpkin-flavored cupcakes to Stark this morning. And, since they were cupcakes, Stark was happy to purchase several to take with him to the clinic.

The nurses were even more excited for pumpkin flavoring than the JGoB staff had been and the cupcakes had disappeared very quickly.

The alien was in, wondering what the obsession with pumpkin flavor was, and ready to assist with your medical needs.

[open, ocd-free, etc]

FTEC, Sunday 6/23

Sunday, June 23rd, 2013 04:36 pm
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It was officially summer, according to the calendar. It had been summer on the island for quite some time already but that hadn't stopped the staff at JGoB from making an excessive amount of summery cupcakes. Stark, of course, had purchased at least one of each before heading to the clinic.

The alien was in, playing with the tiny plastic surfer that had come off his beach-themed cupcake, and ready to assist you should you need him.

[open, ocd-free, etc]

FTEC, Sunday 6/16

Sunday, June 16th, 2013 09:39 am
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Stark was still his proper age this weekend. These things passed him by more often than not though he had never been able to figure out why. He'd turned female often enough but he'd never been older or younger than he was supposed to be.

Today's cupcakes from JGoB were decorated with a variety of clocks and calendars.

The alien was in, only 2 days older than he had been on Friday, and ready to assist with your medical needs should you have any.

[open, ocd-free, blahblahblah]
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Today's cupcakes were decorated in spring colors. Stark was pleased that the weather was feeling more like spring as well.

In honor of the season changing it seemed a good time to do a little spring cleaning of the clinic. Which, for Stark, mostly meant going through cupboards and cabinets and drawers and making sure everything was where it was supposed to be.

The alien was in, wondering what a bag of lollipops was doing behind a stack of specimen jars, and ready to assist with your medical needs should you need him.

[Open, OCD-free, etc]
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Stark had neglected to stop by JGoB before coming to the clinic. The meeting, the school board, and the new policies had him concerned and somewhat distracted. The nurses, at least, were understanding and helpfully unearthed a small stash of leftover Easter candy in case sugar (or more specifically chocolate) was called for.

The alien was in, hoping his mask would go unnoticed by island visitors, and ready to assist with your medical needs.

[Open, OCD-free, etc]
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Today's cupcakes were bright green. Apparently at JGoB St. Patrick's Day lasted all weekend. Or perhaps they were leftover from yesterday.

One of the nurses, who had perhaps been out too late partying last night, turned slightly green at the sight of the green cupcakes and quickly excused herself.

Stark, however, was perfectly happy to eat something a completely unnatural shade of green while he sat at the desk.

The alien was in, his tongue had turned a frightening shade of green, and he was ready to assist with hangover remedies or other medical needs.


[Open, OCD-free, I appear to have contracted the plague from the kids I work with and so may take another 5 hour long nap. Just so you know.]
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Sundays for Stark meant a stop at JGOB followed by a shift at the clinic. This Sunday was no different. The nurses were watching football today, which Stark really didn't understand, and none of them were explaining it very well.

The alien was in, confused by the ball game, and ready to assist in any medical matters.

[Open and OCD-free, as per usual]
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There were still cupcakes this morning for the nurses or anyone else who might drop by the clinic, mostly out of habit. Stark didn't even spare them a second glance after dropping them on the desk. The situation had to be pretty bad if he wasn't even tempted by cupcakes. And it was.

He started out the day pacing around the clinic before deciding he needed something to do with his hands. Now he was trying to keep busy by going through cabinets and drawers. And humming, mostly tunelessly.

The alien was in and he would be happy to help if you needed it. He'd also be happy for a distraction.

[Open, OCD-free, as usual]
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Stark had, as promised, brought cupcakes with him to the clinic for his first official shift. It was a bit strange, being back in the clinic. Yes, he'd been during the thing with the rock and the greyness but that wasn't quite the same thing. And then he'd been using the cupcakes as ammo against the teal deer rather than carrying them carefully in to share with the nurses and anyone else who might stop by.

After he had looked around to see who was there and offered cupcakes to anyone he saw, Stark sat down at the desk. That likely wouldn't last too long. He was feeling a bit restless and perhaps going through cabinets and checking on supplies would help that. At the very least it would keep his hands occupied.

[Open, and OCD-free because that seems to be the thing to do these days]

FTEC, Thursday (8/4)

Thursday, August 4th, 2011 12:55 am
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Scully had awoken cranky, but determined. Time to get to the bottom of her transformation!

She stomped off into town, and shot at two teal deer who tried to stop her from going inside the clinic. She took a sample of their blood as they limped away. (And drank some of it, but not from the sample. You had to keep your materials separate to avoid contamination.)

The nurses were staying waaaay on the other side of the Clinic from her, as she worked on her tests.

"Thith ith ridiculuth," she muttered through her just-starting-to-emerge fangs, as she broke yet another beaker. Really, those things didn't grow on trees!

Then she was absorbed in Science again.

[ocd on its way up!]
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There were no lingering patients in the clinic this evening, for which Stark was grateful. He much preferred the evenings when he wasn't surrounded by seriously injured people.

There were still signs that the clinic had been a bit busy. This was also a good thing, as far as Stark was concerned. At least straightening things up would keep him occupied for a while. A distraction from the fact that it was very likely he wasn't going to be in this building again. So he was cleaning and putting things where they belonged, humming to himself and barely listening to the television that he'd put on out of habit.


[This is likely to be Stark's very last clinic shift. *sniffles* Come and entertain me? Gone to bed early. Alas.]
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Typical Sunday night at the clinic. There was a TV on, an alien at the desk (though sometimes he was poking around in the cabinets and organizing things), and things were quiet. Hopefully they would stay that way, even if it meant a night without any company for Stark.



[Am AFK for the next few hours. Home by 10 EDT, I think...will pick up pings (if there are any) then.]
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Stark was sitting at the desk, as he usually was on Sunday nights. The TV was on, which was also usual, for background noise.


[I have returned from the land of no internet and almost no cell reception. Entertain me!]
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Wednesday's day shift normally belonged to Doctor Wilson, but he was off the island for a few days and so Stark was filling in. It made a nice change from construction work, if only because it was a little warm to be working outside (not that he really minded the heat) and the clinic was air-conditioned. Unfortunately, empty clinics meant more time to think than he would get if he were outside working, so the TV was on as a distraction.



[As with most days, I'm at work and internetless until 2:30 EDT. Happy to pick up any sort of pings once I return though!]
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Stark had spent the all of Friday regretting the massive quantities of alcohol consumed Thursday night with Anders. He'd then spent all of Saturday recovering from Friday. Sunday had been just a normal day, and was now shaping up to a be a normal evening in the clinic. A normal, quiet evening. Or so he hoped.

He was settled in at the desk with a mug of tea, the TV was on, and he was ready for patients or visitors.
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Relieved to find the clinic quiet and empty tonight, unlike last week, Stark settled himself in at the desk and hoped the night would remain quiet. The TV was on, as per usual, though he wasn't watching so much as staring into space. He seemed to do that a lot lately. It went well with the muttering.



[Apparently we have dinner guests so I will be scarce until later this evening. Totally happy to pick up pings when I'm done with dinner though.]
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The island had been invaded by dinosaurs and having to avoid being eaten on his way into the clinic had done nothing to improve Stark's mood. He much preferred Molly's friend's dinosaur from last week, who hadn't thought he was dinner. Luckily, if there was one skill Stark had mastered in the years before coming to Fandom, it was running away and he had made it there safely for his shift.

Seeing the number of people that had already been in for treatment, he groaned. And perhaps flailed a bit before getting settled in for what looked to be a long sort of night.



[OCD coming up. Also, from what I can tell nobody's checked out yet that was here this morning. If this is incorrect, please ping me on AIM or in the OOC comment when it shows up.]

[Edit: Chad is gone. Room 5 is empty.]

FTEC, Sunday Evening

Sunday, July 1st, 2007 08:31 pm
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Once again, Stark was in the clinic and trying to keep himself busy enough not to think. So once again, he was cleaning. Actually, he was sorting things in the cabinets and occasionally muttering "your side" at them while he moved them.
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It was Sunday and even though Stark had not really left his room in almost a week now, he still managed to make himself presentable and made his way over to the clinic for his shift.

Now that he was in the clinic, he was cleaning. Not that the place was really in need of a cleaning. Stark was just in need of something to keep him busy and not thinking too much. Or at all.
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Stark was in the clinic, as was the norm on Sundays, and hoping for a quiet night.
He was also going through some cabinets and straightening the contents up. Not for any particular reason, but just for something to do. The TV was on for background noise though. He liked background noise.
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Stark was at the desk, which is where he usually was on Sunday evenings. With the clinic empty again, he wasn't likely to move from this spot for most of the evening unless patients or visitors showed up.

FTEC, Sunday Evening

Sunday, June 3rd, 2007 07:52 pm
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A rainy evening meant Stark was perfectly content to sit inside the clinic. Not that he wasn't normally content to be there, provided there wasn't an abundance of injuries. The rain just meant it was nicer to be inside than out.


[I may disappear for short periods of time, but I am around for the night.]

FTEC, Sunday Evening

Sunday, May 27th, 2007 10:47 pm
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Stark who was not as late as the time stamp might indicate was in the clinic for yet another Sunday shift. He was hoping tonight, unlike his last shift, would not include any stab wounds.



[Many apologies for lateness!]

FTEC, Monday Evening

Monday, May 21st, 2007 06:49 pm
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It wasn't Sunday, but since there was an open shift Monday nights and Stark had nothing better to occupy his time with, he was in the clinic. There was hope, he thought, for another quiet night. Those really were the best ones.

FTEC, Sunday Evening

Sunday, May 20th, 2007 08:18 pm
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Sundays still meant clinic shifts, which was good. Having a shift meant Stark had something to do. And he was doing that something, as per usual, right about now.



[May be slow at times, but I am around.]

FTEC, Sunday Evening

Sunday, May 13th, 2007 07:11 pm
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Stark was in the clinic for his regular shift because, well, it was his regular shift. And because there were new people on the island who were bound to get hit on the head sooner or later, just like everyone else had done. He was hoping he wouldn't be meeting any new students or teachers due to injury, but it never hurt to be prepared.

FTEC, Sunday Evening

Sunday, May 6th, 2007 07:02 pm
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Stark had spent a good portion of the day outside in the park. Since nothing had exploded and nobody had invaded, he was going to count this as a good day. Hopefully the day would remain that way throughout his clinic shift.

The TV was on, and the alien was seated at the desk. Just another Sunday night. Just one that happened to be different from the rest.



[The alien and I welcome distractions.]
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The island was once again full of children, so Stark had once again made sure to have a supply of candy on hand for sharing. He also had a squirt gun on the desk he'd brought with him from the park. This way, he figured, he was prepared for both friendly and unfriendly children.



[Up a wee bit early as I have to go out for a couple hours soon. Pings will be picked up when I return (8 EDT or thereabouts, I think), of course, and The alien is here and happy to have visitors, weetiny or otherwise]
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It's another Sunday evening and Stark's in the clinic. He'd much rather be outside, but leaving the door open will have to do for now. The TV is tuned to some nature show, which really isn't helping to alleviate the desire to be outdoors.



[Up early as I'm having people for dinner (mmmm, delicious people) in about an hour. I'll pick up any and all tags when I return (8:30 or 9 EDT, I would think). Alas, it is midnight and I must sleep.]
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Once again, there was a horde of weetiny children on the island. So once again Stark had brouhgt a stash of candy to the clinic with him should any of them stop by. He sort of hoped some of them did come in (not really hurt, of course), as he always enjoyed conversations with tiny children...as long as the children weren't kicking him.

So he was at the desk, TV on, and wondering if the night would be quiet or not.




[The alien is available for your medical needs, weetiny or not.]
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The doctor was not in.

Stark was though, after dashing over from the school after 1st period. Different shift, but same end result, as he immediately settled in at the desk as usual.
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In a shocking turn of events, it was Sunday night and Stark was in the clinic. Wait, that wasn't shocking at all. Still, he was there. Sitting at the desk with the TV on as usual because otherwise the empty building was just too quiet.
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It had been a good day so far. Stark was hoping the evening, which he was spending in the clinic as always, would be equally good. Hope was always a good thing to have. So was chocolate, which he was happily nibbling on while sitting at the desk and listening to the TV.
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After a day spent doing nothing, Stark was in the clinic and ready to do something. Hopefully something would not involve large numbers of head wounds. He went through the usual routine of checking the exam rooms and anyone who might be in them, then settling in at the desk.
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Stark had managed to avoid being hit by any flung fish on his way from the school into town, and he'd found a raft and a non-fish-flinging merperson to get him across the water. The fact that Stark did not know how to swim made the experience a slightly terrifying one, and he'd spent the entirety of the raft trip holding on for dear life and possibly babbling incoherently at the poor merperson. He didn't think he'd ever been so grateful to set foot on dry land on his life.

Luckily, inside the clinic was dry and there was no danger of drowning there. After checking on the patients still in the clinic, the only slightly damp Stark settled in at the desk with a mug of tea and the TV on.


[Have dinner guests. Will be afk for a couple hours or so but wanted this up so I didn't forget. Mod the nurse if you really need it, or I should be back by 8:30 or 9 EDT. Back way later than expected due to computer failure. All better now!]
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After checking the exam rooms, most of which were thankfully empty, Stark settled in at the desk for the evening. He was hoping in vain! that the rest of the rooms would stay empty.



[going afk for about 20 minutes. should be back by 8:308:45 EST]
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Stark arrived at the clinic a bit late, having stopped at the memorial before heading into town. It was the sort of thing that lateness could be excused for, he hoped. He was here now though, settled at the desk with the TV on as usual.



[It's likely I'll be slow and/or sporadic with replies, just to warn you.]
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There was no Elliot here.

There was a blond lump beneath the desk repeatedly banging its forehead against the wall and wondering why she even left her apartment that morning, given that everyone on the island had seen her as a 5-year-old ninja-ballerina-doctor. And that lump would probably, if someone came in, manage to provide a simulation of medical care.

But she was seriously considering changing her name and leaving town, or having radical plastic surgery. She'd always wanted a new chin anyhow.

The clinic is open -- even though, because acute embarrassment is not a medical diagnosis, it cannot help the poor doctor beneath the desk.
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After seeing the popularity of the chocolate pudding at brunch, Stark had made sure to pick up extra chocolate to bring to the clinic tonight in case of a weetiny invasion.

After checking the exam rooms to make sure there were no children (or not-children) hiding in them, he settled in at the desk with a notebook, and turned on the TV. He was also keeping an eye on the door (when said eye wasn't otherwise occupied), should anyone arrive.



[Computer is all better so no more very slow pings from me, we hope. Clinic is very open for your needs, weetiny or otherwise. The alien will give you candy or bandaids and maybe glow at you if you ask nicely. Entertain me?]
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Sunday night, and as usual, there was Stark in the clinic. The TV was on, he was occasionally flipping through channels though there didn't seem to be anything worth watching. Mostly he was trying to crochet the...thing...for Home Ec. Trying being the operative word. It looked, right now, more like a hopeless tangle of yarn than anything else. Stark was not entirely sure that was worse than the alternative.




[I assume Jack and co have left? Poke me if I am wrong, I shall edit to accomodate!]
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Sunday night and Stark was in the clinic, as usual. TV was on, though not to the Super Bowl because Stark really didn't get football.




[I am feeling quite ill, so replies to anything will be sporadic at best. Sorry!]
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Stark might have been a wee bit late getting to the clinic tonight, but there wasn't anyone to notice. Hopefully. Besides, he'd been at Zhaan's and that was worth being a little late.

So he settled in at the desk, switched on the TV, and hoped for a quiet sort of night.
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Stark had managed to avoid the wackiness of the weekend thus far. Now he was in the clinic, looking at a notebook and occasionally glancing up at the TV. Just another Sunday, as far as he was concerned.



[Yeah, I'm too lazy for AU weekend. Also, dinner guests arriving shortly, will be slow for a while, but happy to pick up pings when they've left.]
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The clinic was empty, the TV was on, and Stark was at the desk with a bag of peanut butter cups. Just another typical Sunday night.
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Sunday nights meant clinic shifts, so here Stark was, in the clinic. After a quick check revealed the place to be empty, he settled in at the desk. Hoping for a quiet sort of shift, he turned on the TV.
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Stark, being Stark, was not out partying to celebrate the New Year. Instead he was at the clinic, like most other Sunday nights. He was at least watching a variety of New Year's Eve programming to keep himself entertained.




((It is NYE, slowplay is everyone's friend. I'm around for a few hours, then gone around 10 EST. Happy to pick up any pings in the AM though.))
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Since Stark wasn't celebrating anything, and didn't really have anywhere to go even if he were, he was in the clinic as usual for his shift. His lack of celebrating didn't stop him from bringing a container full of christmas cookies with him. So he was seated at the desk, cookie in hand, and idly flipping through channels on the TV.




((I am off for a few hours. Happy to pick up any pings when I return, though I'm not entirely sure when that will be. Before 11 EST, I'm sure. Nurse is moddable if you need her.))
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Stark arrived for his regular shift, Sheila the egg baby in tow. After setting Sheila's box down on the desk where it was not likely to fall, he did a quick check of the clinic to make sure it was empty. Satisfied, he settled in at the desk to look over some notes for classes and presentations tomorrow. And if he was talking to the egg in the box in front of him, he was just practicing for the presentations. Really.
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Stark approached the clinic warily when he arrived for his shift. After last weekend, he had been worried it might be full to overflowing again and he might be forced to tell even more people that they needed to not be hit on the head so hard in the future.

After a check showed the clinic to be blissfully empty, he settled down at the desk with a mug of hot chocolate and pulled out a notebook. The TV, as it generally was when the clinic was quiet, was on.



[Around. Pokeable. Bored.]

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