FTEC, Saturday Morning

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"Please state the nature of the medical emergency," the Doctor said as he opened his eyes in a chair in the clinic. He looked around, realized this room was a mess, and went about doing all the important things one does in keeping a neat and tidy reception area. After that, he checked on poor Miss Summers, and after seeing no horrendous change in condition (and wondering why the clinic seemed ill-equipped. Where were the medical tricorders or dermal regenerators?), he went back to the waiting area.

And started humming opera songs to himself to pass the time.

[ooc: Going up early in case there are Buffy visitors, etcetera, and I accidentally sleep in]

FTEC - Saturday Evening Shift [1/20]

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It was when he was about halfway between the house and the clinic that Wilson remembered that A) He was walking alone and B) attacks had started happening on Fandom and C) the weekend was wacked out to begin with, which might mean more freedom for whoever was making the attacks.

Well...what the hell, he needed a nice multiblock jog in his life anyway.

Skidding slightly as he rounded the corner, Wilson was out of breath as he blew through the door and into the clinic. Hands on knees, he panted till he could catch his breath, making a note to visit the gym more often in the coming weeks and then he touched his achy side.

"Ow."

Straightening up, he walked towards the front desk and tossed down his satchel. He had his classwork and Phale's syllabus to work on tonight, just in case...well...in case the angel wasn't back in time to teach his class on Monday. A quick check confirmed an currently being played out in day shift empty clinic and so he started a pot of coffee and sat down at the desk to begin working on Phale's lessons.

[ooc: I am not aware of any plottiness that needs my immediately tonight. I've got RL family emergency issues that have most of my attention at the moment but I am hoping to be able to catch pings later tonight.]