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FTEC, Sunday Morning, August 20
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goodtrevor.livejournal.comTrevor made his way into the clinic and checked to make sure there were no patients lingering before he settled behind the front desk.
Sunday, August 20th, 2006
goodtrevor.livejournal.comClinic, Sunday Night
Sunday, August 20th, 2006 10:25 pmblonde-doctor.livejournal.comElliot sat tapping at her laptop, trying to work out the scenarios for the final First Aid class on Tuesday.
She was thinking she might have to embrace the badger thing. Though not -- gah -- in the way someone working for the clinic did, judging from some of the messages on the answering machine.
Feeling uncreative, she wandered off to Caritas for a drink and a chat. She felt only slightly guilty about having had alcohol on the job when she returned to the clinic; she wasn't drinking, she was supporting a local businessman.
Also? Her stool was spinny. Whee.
[OOC: I am incredibly sorry this is late.]
She was thinking she might have to embrace the badger thing. Though not -- gah -- in the way someone working for the clinic did, judging from some of the messages on the answering machine.
Feeling uncreative, she wandered off to Caritas for a drink and a chat. She felt only slightly guilty about having had alcohol on the job when she returned to the clinic; she wasn't drinking, she was supporting a local businessman.
Also? Her stool was spinny. Whee.
[OOC: I am incredibly sorry this is late.]