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fandom_clinic2005-11-04 06:37 pm
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Clinic Evening Hours 11/04
*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.*
I HOPE THIS PEPPERONI TURNS OUT TO BE PLEASANT. I AM HAVING TROUBLE FINDING GOOD CURRY IN THE AREA... I HOPE THE BOW TIE ISN'T TOO MUCH. THE WEBSITE SAID 'SPECIAL OCCASSIONS'. SURELY THE FIRST TIME SOMEONE EATS PIZZA IS A SPECIAL OCCASSION?
*DEATH touches the bowtie uneasily while the rubber duck on the desk quacks reassurance.*
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.*
I HOPE THIS PEPPERONI TURNS OUT TO BE PLEASANT. I AM HAVING TROUBLE FINDING GOOD CURRY IN THE AREA... I HOPE THE BOW TIE ISN'T TOO MUCH. THE WEBSITE SAID 'SPECIAL OCCASSIONS'. SURELY THE FIRST TIME SOMEONE EATS PIZZA IS A SPECIAL OCCASSION?
*DEATH touches the bowtie uneasily while the rubber duck on the desk quacks reassurance.*
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