FTEC, Wednesday Evening

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Nat was amazed how long it had taken to clean up the clinic after treating Angel. She had put some time in on previous nights, and it appeared Tommy had taken it upon himself to finish the job. He didn't do too badly. Surprising, really, for what she expected of a man. No man she had ever dated knew what a cleaning solution was. Then again, Tommy was a paramedic. He probably knew what evil lurked in the hearts of men at the microscopic level.

Powering up her laptop, she put the playlist on "repeat" and began flitting back and forth in the clinic. She spent a good deal of time unloading more crates in the lab, and attempting to find places for it all. Maybe I should have rented a mobile office, she thought. Once the lab was in satisfactory condition, she set about responding to e-mail and transcribing more notes. She itched to get back into the lab, but she had promised herself that she would type up the notes she had before lunging, head first, back into her research.

[OOC: Mun is down for the count for now. Might be back on via lappy later after medication kicks in. Slow play is your friend. Really. ::Jedi handwave::]

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Main Entry/Front Desk

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If someone entering doesn't see Natalie, she's probably geeking out in the lab...despite all promises to the contrary.

The Lab

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Where was a good electron microscope when you needed one?