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Fandom Clinic, Monday 8/11
Monday, August 11th, 2025 10:22 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
stykeraThe clinic was noisy today. Very noisy.
"Good thing we haven't got any patients. This is hardly restful," Stark muttered as he set down the usual coffees when he arrived.
"Roofers," a nurse said.
"I saw people on the roof," Stark said. "But why?"
"Who knows? Maybe Stabby called them."
It was possible. Stabby was a shifty sort of crab. He might be trying to cause chaos just for the fun of it. He, somehow, had oversized noise-canceling headphones on his carapace.
The clinic was open, the crab had arranged for the day to be full of loud noises for no reason, and the alien was in (and wincing often at the thumps and thuds and thunks).
"Good thing we haven't got any patients. This is hardly restful," Stark muttered as he set down the usual coffees when he arrived.
"Roofers," a nurse said.
"I saw people on the roof," Stark said. "But why?"
"Who knows? Maybe Stabby called them."
It was possible. Stabby was a shifty sort of crab. He might be trying to cause chaos just for the fun of it. He, somehow, had oversized noise-canceling headphones on his carapace.
The clinic was open, the crab had arranged for the day to be full of loud noises for no reason, and the alien was in (and wincing often at the thumps and thuds and thunks).