FTEC Wednesday day

[ladder62.livejournal.com]

Tommy stood under the overhanging outside of FTEC, smoking a cigarette. As he stood there thick, wet plops of something started falling from the sky.

Curious, he stuck a hand out to catch a drop and tasted it. He then spit it out with a look of disgust.

"Oh, great," he said, pitching his finished cigarette down onto the ground. "Second coming of the Lord and it's fig."

Anybody watching him would have then seen him turn to somebody unseen inside the clinic and say "You shut up, pal."

Tommy went back inside to start his shift.

FTEC, Wednesday Evening

[drlambert.livejournal.com]

The walk to the clinic was an interesting one, what with the sidewalks still caked with fig and other various types of puddings that didn't necessarily mix. And I never liked fig pudding as a mortal..., Nat thought as she eased open the front door of the clinic. She made her way to her office, slipped into her lab coat, and settled in at the front desk with her laptop.