Clinic Evening Hours, Sunday November 6th

[death-n-binky.livejournal.com]

*DEATH walks into the clinic, wearing what appears to be sunglasses despite the dim light and carrying a thermos of coffee which he sips occassionally. He sits at the desk, slouching slightly. The rubber duck is sitting on the desk next to him, impaled in the head with a jack. It quacks morosely periodically. He appears to be, if such were possible, hungover. However, the performance seems slightly theatrical at best. Rather than doing his usual paperwork, he bounces a rubber ball on the desk in what he hopes is an absent-minded fashion*

Assistant is IN. Please bleed here.


((OOC: Mun is bored and suffering from NaNo brain-bleed. Come play, even if you're not broken!))

Comments

[master-of-fear.livejournal.com]

"hmm, Tequila and the last was last night? Well, if you aren't feeling better by morning there's definately something wrong. See, the trick is to drink lots and lots of water. That way you won't be hungover," Jonathan tells him, swinging his legs, "or just not drink, but that would be boring.

Hey do you know if it's cool for me to be in here keeping you company past curfew?"

[death-n-binky.livejournal.com]

I AM NOT SURE. I WAS GIVEN PERMISSION TO BE HERE AFTER HOURS BY DR. WILSON SINCE I AM NOT EXACTLY IN ANY MORTAL PERIL. GROAN.

[master-of-fear.livejournal.com]

"So, do you think when the time comes I should head back to my dorm then?

There's asprin here in the clinic, right? You should take some."

[death-n-binky.livejournal.com]

*DEATH removes something from his robes, checking it quickly. He then replaces it. The rubber duck on the table quacks softly.*



*DEATH pulls some from the medecine cabinet, taking two. He then removes his sunglasses, strightens his shoulders and seems to be in perfect condition. He removes the jack from the head of the rubber duck.*

[master-of-fear.livejournal.com]

"I didn't know the asprin at the hospital was this good," Jonathan says, looking at Death with awe in his eyes, "And you feel 100% better?"

It was good to know about the mortal peril thing. Nice to be re assured.

[death-n-binky.livejournal.com]

*DEATH looks slightly unsure all of the sudden.*

[master-of-fear.livejournal.com]

"Well, no reason to do that, I mean, being hungover sucks. But Usually asprin takes a while before it starts working. It has to, disipate in your blood stream or something," Jonathan looks at the very boney face in front of him, "Not that you have a blood stream for it to disapate into."

Jonathan shakes his head, "I'd say go without the hangover, a whole day is a bit much."

[death-n-binky.livejournal.com]

*DEATH makes a mental note that, next time, he should not be hungover for the entire day. Still, deciding he likes the sunglasses, he sets them on top of his skull at an angle that he considers sylishly askance.*

[master-of-fear.livejournal.com]

"Oh they're good. I hope it's going well. I haven't seen one of my patients in a while and she and I used to see eachother three times a week. I hope she's okay.

Those sunglasses look cool on you, by the way." Jonathan tells him. He's making a paper airplane and totally sucking at it.

[death-n-binky.livejournal.com]

[master-of-fear.livejournal.com]

"Umm, sure, no problem, but I should probably head back to my room before curfew. I'll see you later man," Jonathan says, jumping down from the desk. He leaves his plane for Death to play with and with a cheery wave, leaves the clinic.


((no problem, just wanted to get some playtime in at the Clinic))