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FTEC, Monday, Jan. 8
Elliot did a quick round of the clinic to make sure the beds were empty and the paperwork was caught up on before starting to write up her lecture for Thursday's class.
She checked the course catalog to see exactly what she had promised students, and was dumbfounded to see that she had sent in her rough draft -- the one that included the words "goop" and "anyone else who likes to think about naked people."
If you need doctoring today, look for the blonde banging her head into the desk and muttering "Frick. Frick. Frick..."
She checked the course catalog to see exactly what she had promised students, and was dumbfounded to see that she had sent in her rough draft -- the one that included the words "goop" and "anyone else who likes to think about naked people."
If you need doctoring today, look for the blonde banging her head into the desk and muttering "Frick. Frick. Frick..."
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"I, uh, just came by to say hi. And to apologize for leaving so suddenly last semester. Mom got married."
Again.
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JD stares off into space for a moment, as a smile slowly spread across his face.
~~~*~~~
JD, with his new doting step dad standing behind him, is learning to cast his line. JD is obviously not happy to be here, but his stepdad is obviously determined that JD will fish with him and like it, regardless of JD's feelings on the matter.
JD swings the rod back, per his stepdad's instructions, and then casts the line away. However, he lets go of the reel too soon, the fishing line spooling out early.
Stepdad yelps in pain as the fishing hook lodges in the back of his head.
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Didn't even let me keep the fishing rod. "Bastard."
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"I cannot imagine you with a fishing rod," Elliot said. "Maybe squirrel-fishing, with peanuts. But I'm glad they let you come back."
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"Maybe that's the problem..." he said softly to himself, making a note to try peanuts next time.
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"Speaking of being A Doctor," JD paused while he posed again, "I sort of had a favor to ask you."
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"I don't have access to a morgue," Elliot said immediately, just in case there was a wacky prank being considered. "But other than that? What doctor-y favor do you need?"
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[OOC: I think my spam filter ate your e-mail, but we're good to finish up now. *kicks LJ*]
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"Thanks Dr. Reid! That would be great! Can we start next week?" His enthusiasm is overwhelming.
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[OOC: Totally OK to shoot this down.]
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"I would be delighted to assist."
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She got all of that out without pausing for breath.
[OOC: Thank you!]