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fandom_clinic2022-07-14 05:08 am
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Fandom Clinic; Thursday, 07/14.
Things were pretty quiet at the clinic so far that Thursday; the nurses were focused and busy on their own tasks, and Libby was getting a lot of work done on her training workbooks and modules at the computer. So it startled her a little bit when she heard a phone ringing, and stiffening with the anticipation of some emergency, she reached for the phone to answer it...
...but it wasn't the clinic's main phone that was ringing. She answered it and no one was there, and the ringing continued a moment longer. It then stopped, and, when she looked over at Stabby's tank, she realized he'd answered his stabophone, clutching the receiver in one claw and waving his other claw in almost a beckoning motion. He then held out the receiver toward her, repeating the motion.
"It...it's for me?" Libby guessed, skeptically, but when Stabby seemed to insist, she very cautiously leaned in toward the tank, half expecting to actually get stabbed, but he just handed her the little receiver of the stabophone and she said, uncertainly, "Hello?"
"We've been trying to reach you about your car's extended warranty...."
"But I don't even have a car," said Libby, after having listen to far too much of that since she really didn't know any better, "and this is a crab's phone. I don't think he has one, either."
Granted, she wouldn't have expected a crab to have a phone, either, so...
The Clinic is open!
...but it wasn't the clinic's main phone that was ringing. She answered it and no one was there, and the ringing continued a moment longer. It then stopped, and, when she looked over at Stabby's tank, she realized he'd answered his stabophone, clutching the receiver in one claw and waving his other claw in almost a beckoning motion. He then held out the receiver toward her, repeating the motion.
"It...it's for me?" Libby guessed, skeptically, but when Stabby seemed to insist, she very cautiously leaned in toward the tank, half expecting to actually get stabbed, but he just handed her the little receiver of the stabophone and she said, uncertainly, "Hello?"
"We've been trying to reach you about your car's extended warranty...."
"But I don't even have a car," said Libby, after having listen to far too much of that since she really didn't know any better, "and this is a crab's phone. I don't think he has one, either."
Granted, she wouldn't have expected a crab to have a phone, either, so...
The Clinic is open!