Clinic Evening Hours

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*DEATH opens the clinic for the evening, taking up position at the reception desk. He appears to be reading a manual on theraputic dance and humming "All That Jazz" in a disturbingly dirge-like manner.

A small sign is posted in the clinic that reads:

FREE DANCE LESSONS. GOOD FOR THE SOUL.
(TRUST ME, I WOULD KNOW.)

The Clinic is Now Closed. The doctors are likely on call, but DEATH has left the building.

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*DEATH removes a small hourglass from his robe and checks it breifly*

[threeweapons.livejournal.com]

Alanna stutters something and nearly runs out of the clinic. Faithful looked at her retreating figure and shook his head. "Silly girl."