Cleaning up the Clinic

[lisacuddy.livejournal.com]

Lisa opens the door to the clinic, and is not totally surprised to find it unlocked. She looks around to see if any of the other clinic volunteers are around, but doesn't see any one right away. She sits down at House's desk, puts his comic books and Gameboy in the top drawer, and starts to pen a to-do list.

• Re-fill supplies, especially gauze for bleeding wounds
  
• Organize student medical histories
  
• Start clinic volunteer files
  
• Open mail
  
• Sort through complaints registered against House, keep only the ones that seem like they really will file lawsuits/come after him with a chainsaw
  
• Order new chairs for waiting area
  
• Clear House's Internet History, before the Tech Dept. busts him for whatever he is looking at
  
• Have someone look at the lock on the clinic door
  

Lisa leans back in the chair, smiles softly at her list, and stretches her arms above her head. She decides to hold off on any major projects as see if anyone wanders into the clinic. Instead she stocks tongue depressors, and asks herself...

What the hell am I doing?

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[threeweapons.livejournal.com]

Alanna sighed and glanced at the clock. Working at the infermary wasn't supposed to be boring, people were supposed to get hurt, come in, keep her occupied. She hated doing paper work, but she had done her part. The clinic was neat and fully supplied.

With another sigh, she started flinging pencil's with deadly accuracy at the cieling.

Bulletin Board Outside of the Clinic

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Considering that several students have asked for condoms on her first day of clinic duty, Lisa decides to put up a bulletin board outside on the clinic wall.

( Dr. Luv Gluv Says Use a Rubber! )

She finishes stapling several take-away brochures to the bottom, and makes sure that the bulletin board lets the students (and teachers, *cough*) know that they can always speak to any of the clinic staff confidentially with any medical issues or questions. She fans out a few condoms on a small table in front of the board.

( Can someone cast a spell on these condoms so that they regenerate on their own? )

Satisfied, she turns back into the clinic, and glances out the window occasionally to see if anyone stops by.

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[death-n-binky.livejournal.com]

DEATH walks in, leans is scythe and takes up a seat at the front desk, noticing, to his disappointment, that everyone in residence seems to have already been seen to. Maybe someone else, preferably mortally wounded, will walk in later.

(Ooc: For those that don't already know, not everyone can see DEATH. If you can't see things of a magical/paranormal nature, or aren't in so much pain/disoriented that a seven-foot tall skeleton doesn't blend in perfectly with reality at the moment, you just feel a creepy presence and an odd sensation that someone is in the room)