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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Re: Exam 1, NFB

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*DEATH nods carefully.*

Re: Exam 1, NFB

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"No luggage. Gotcha. I think I'll just hold onto it for now. Just in case it speaks to me in the future." Tick was looking rather better already. He had received some pretty bad knocks on the head before. This one wasn't too bad compared to the time the big clown hit him.

Lockheed was really rather unsettled by this... scratching. It was rather strange to him. /Needs spell-check. Yes./

Re: Exam 1, NFB

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*DEATH nods, satisfied that his schedule will not be further disrupted by this unforseen event, stands quickly, taking his scythe in hand.*



*DEATH speaks to the dragon, one last time.*

Re: Exam 1, NFB

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Tick stood up much more quickly than a normal person would have it they had been hit with that same block of wood. "Thank you, DEATH! Have a very nice night! Oh, and I got some sandals for the dancers that I think will work just fine!"

Lockheed immediately hopped on Tick's shoulder while holding the wood block. /Yes, sir. I'll be sure to stop by,/ he said, leaning away.

Re: Exam 1, NFB

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*DEATH watched them go and then pulled a small rubber duck out of his robes.

It quacks meaningfully.*