fandom_clinic | FTEC (11/15)

After everything was sorted out with the rude guy who'd kept interfering with her nap, Navaan got suited up to go find this 'clinic' he had mentioned. After all, it was important that she scout out the competition; she didn't want a rogue cadre of doctors on her tail. For all she knew, they could have an affiliation with a hospital! Or something even worse!

She packed up her medical kit, making sure it had all the the most important items a doctor might need (leeches, surgical tubing, straws, grappling hook, knives, some poison, a magnifying glass, a button or two, condoms...you know, important doctor stuff!), Navaan made her way over to the clinic which, fortunately for her 'sun allergy' wasn't that far from the newspaper shop. Inside, she posed and announced, "I--AM A DOCTOR!"

None of the nurses inside seemed to care. Some looked at her oddly, others kind of shrugged, and one pointed to a desk for her to sit if she wanted.

Pleased that they were recognizing her medical skills so readily, Navaan went and made herself comfortable--after closing all the shades, of course. She was prepared for either a medical emergency or another doctor to come and challenge her to a Doctor-Off, but until then, this chair was comfy and she wasn't going back outside.

Honestly, sometimes all she did was win.

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Chloe was surprised to find the shades closed when she stopped by the clinic, but she was even more surprised to find someone there besides the nurses. "Uh, hi?" she said uncertainly.

"Hi!" Navaan bounced up in the chair and grinned. "Welcome to Doctor Navaan's Holistic Healing Center! I can see why you're here--you look terrible! Don't worry, though! I can fix that!"

Okay, no. Chloe did not look horrible. Navaan was making a few wrong assumptions about who Chloe was and why she was there.

"Refer a friend and get a free leech!"

"Hey! I don't look terrible! And I don't want any leeches." Because ew, gross. "And this isn't--this is the town clinic. Are you a doctor?"

"Of course I'm a doctor!" Navaan looked offended, hoisting her doctor bag into the air. "Why else would I have this bag? Filled with doctor things?"

Oops. A little too enthusiastic a hoist. Her grappling hook fell out onto the desk. "So, where are you sick? Tell Doctor Navaan all about it."

A grappling hook wasn't the weirdest thing Chloe had ever seen fall out of someone's bag, but she still fixed Navaan with a wary look. "I'm not sick. My name's Chloe Sullivan, I work here."

"Oh," Navaan said, her smile falling a little. "You're a rival doctor. You're here to fight me for your practice." She stood up and cracked her neck, loosening her shoulders in preparation for a fight. "Bring it."

Why oh why had Chloe decided to come by today instead of going straight to the Perk and drowning herself in seasonal mochas? "I don't want to fight you. There are plenty of shifts to go around here," she said. "I'm normally not even here on Thursdays. The place could be all yours." And god help anyone who came in.

"All mine?" Navaan asked, stroking her chin and looking crafty. "Tell me more and I might let you back down from this Doctor Duel."

...That she had just decided they were having. And made up rules for.

Chloe somehow managed to not roll her eyes, and kept herself a safe distance from the desk. "This is a clinic to help the people here in town, and there's a few of us who take turns working here," she explained. "Usually, the only people here today are the nurses, so if you want to help out with your... doctor skills, it would be nice to have you around."

She had a terrible feeling this was not the wisest thing to be suggesting, but hey, when did anyone get anywhere in Fandom doing the wisest things?

"Then I can help myself to the snack packs in the fridge as payment?" Navaan demanded, showing sharp fangs as she grinned. "And I don't have to do anything rubbish like come in early?"

She was bargaining like a CHAMP!

Okay, that got a smile out of Chloe. "If you'd like the snack packs in the fridge, that's fine. And no, you don't have to come in early. I know some folks aren't morning people." She didn't know how accurate that was just yet though.

Well, Chloe would find out soon enough when she realized the 'snack packs' Navaan had been referring to had been the bags of emergency blood in the back. Those would tide her through slow days when no one came it to be treated.

Or something.

"All right Doctor-Chloe-Sullivan-if-that's-your-real-name, I accept your terms. I will work here at this 'town clinic' for awhile. Because I am a doctor. And doctors work at clinics in between mysteries and adventures and getting laid and stuff. But if anyone tries to poach my patients--!"

Oh. Then it would be on.

~~Let me know if the Clinic has blood? If not, I'll delete and reping without that line.~~

Yeeeah, this was not going to seem like such a wise idea once Chloe had slept on it. Or started to find things missing.

"Well, good," she said, trying not to sound too uncertain. "I guess I'll leave you to... planning your next adventure, or whatever." Meanwhile, she was going to back away before any of this lady's crazy got on her.

"You sure you don't want that free leech?" Navaan called after her. "As a sign that we are medical allies?"

For now.

FTEC (11/15)

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