FTEC - Saturday Evening [12/2]

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After a close call on his way from the apartment down to the clinic, Wilson came dashing into the clinic sans his usual latte.

Somehow stopping at the Perk seemed like an unwise idea.

Moving quickly through the door, Wilson tossed his satchal behind the desk and moved swiftly through the back halls of the clinic to see if anyone had been dropped off already and baring that, if they were stocked up.

"Large, mean beings...I almost would have rather had the zombies, at least they moved slowly." He muttered.

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Re: Front Desk - 12/2

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For a brief second Wilson wondered if he was going to loose consciousness so sharply was his bell rung by that uh... friendly pat on the head but his focus on the trooper helped him shake off the bonking.

"Uh, right...um..." Actually, he'd sort of hoped the troll would wander off but he'd take what he could get at the moment and so he grabbed the trooper by the shoulder, hauled him up into a fireman's carry and headed back inside the clinic; hoping to high Heaven that the clinic was 'brute force' proof.

Re: Front Desk - 12/2

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Bart played with his stick for a few minutes until that got boring and then he tried to stand on one foot.

After he picked himself from the street, he saw white boots turning the corner. "TOY! COME BACK!"

It wasn't long till he caught up to the trooper and he decided that the toy didn't deserve to be fixed. So he headed back up to the manor.

Again.