Clinic Hours - Sunday Morning

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Alanna paced around the clinic, a pencil in one hand and a book in the other. She might have even been trying to read the book.

Clinic Evening Hours, Sunday November 6th

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*DEATH walks into the clinic, wearing what appears to be sunglasses despite the dim light and carrying a thermos of coffee which he sips occassionally. He sits at the desk, slouching slightly. The rubber duck is sitting on the desk next to him, impaled in the head with a jack. It quacks morosely periodically. He appears to be, if such were possible, hungover. However, the performance seems slightly theatrical at best. Rather than doing his usual paperwork, he bounces a rubber ball on the desk in what he hopes is an absent-minded fashion*

Assistant is IN. Please bleed here.


((OOC: Mun is bored and suffering from NaNo brain-bleed. Come play, even if you're not broken!))