Clinic Hours - Saturday

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Alanna was hanging upsidedown off of the couch, keeping one eye on Jack and the other on the front door. She was also attempting to read at the same time.

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Lisa walks into the clinic, with a bag of cookies in her hand. She smiles when she sees Alanna, reaching into her backpack and grabbing a box, tossing it underhand so that it lands right on Alanna's stomach on the couch.

"Ticonderogas, the finest in #2 pencil projectiles," she says with a smirk.

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Alanna glanced over at Lisa from er, underneath her book. "Meh?"

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"For your little pop art installation on the ceiling," Lisa said with a snort. "What's up? How's Jack?"

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Alanna rolled her eyes and swung her legs back to the floor. "Thanks Lis, what would I ever do without you? And he seems fine, I haven't heard a peep out of him yet."

Faithful chose that moment to pad into the room, Alanna's lunch proudly held in his teeth.

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"Sweet. Jack's not a bad guy, but I get a sudden compulsion to stab things if I have a conversation with him that lasts more than 30 seconds."

Lisa turns to Faithful, grinning. "I guess you two don't want any cookies, then?"

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Alanna snorted in a very un-lady like fashion and bent down to get her food from Faithful, scratchig him behind the ears as she did so.

"How can I ever say no to cookies?" She opened up the package and peared inside. "And I have some sort of fruity bar thingy if you'd like one."

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"I love food that comes in bars, how can I resist?" Lisa grabs a free chair and drags it over near the couch, and then pulls a small table over, tossing the magazines on top of it into another chair so Alanna and Lisa can use it to eat.

She tosses the cookies down, "Dr. Grissom gave me these. I stopped by earlier to check his vitals. He's sweet, but kind of strange. He heard my stomach rumble and made me take them with me." She pulls one out and takes a bite, continuing to speak with her mouth half full. "Could have been worse, could have been bugs, I guess."

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Alanna nodded her thanks and sat her dinner down on the table. "Would you like some?" She gestured with her fork. Faithful sat by the couch, if needed he could dive under it.

"How's er, school?"

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Lisa sits back in her chair and stretches her feet out. "Fine - I think. The faculty at this school, are certainly, ummm... unique. How about you?"

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"That's one way to put it." Alanna began to munch away. "Oh, new hair cut and got my ears pierced, that's about as exciting as my life gets, apparently."

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"I didn't notice your earrings," Lisa exclaims, sliding out from her chair to get a better look. "Who did them? They look good."

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"Red did the ears, and the hair place in town did the hair. Miss Parker more or less dragged me out. Can't say I was too unwilling, though. And thanks!"

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"Red does nice work," Lisa said with a tone of admiration. "And I like the hair, too. Although I'm having a hard time seeing Parker as a modern-day Emma. Or that girl from the Aerosmith videos in that teen movie. Or whatever. Is your boyfriend coming back to town?"

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Alanna blinked. "Who and who? And nope, but I'm hoping that I get to home for Midwinter."

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*DEATH walks into the clinic, carrying a stack of papers, his self-writing pen, his rubber duck, and some poster board. He seems to also be carrying a stack of notes on political action, including his notes from his conversation with the Dean.*