FTEC - Friday - day shift

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The hair was standing up on back of Igor's neck as he came into the clinic this morning. Not his hair, of course; he'd acquired it from someone who no longer needed it.

Igor wasn't sure why it was standing up - he couldn't see any reason for it, but maybe the hair knew something he didn't.

FTEC -- June 21st -- Day Shift.

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Mvufu. Owl. Adah thought it with a shiver as she stepped into the clinic and had to pause at the door to recover a little from what she'd experienced with one of those ghost-like figured on the way over here. The rattling chill it left in her stuck to her with a strange emptiness, leaving her without breath and desperately thinking they needed a few owls. In Kilanga, an owl was good for only one thing, and that was consuming the souls of the dead. There seemed to be a little bit of an excess of that at the moment.

It was as she attempted to recover from the spreading cold void that her eyes shifted up at the sound of the announcement, and she blinked. It would figure; she gets to the clinic early for work, only to discover that her punctuality served as a bit of her sentence. At the same time...with what she experienced in the dawn's light... Someone here might be needed. Perhaps, in the course of her shift, whatever was going on out there would just blow over...'

Shuddering again, she limped toward the desk, had a seat, and wondered if she could be patient enough to wait it out.