FTEC- Monday

The Brood were gone, they were in space- ugh, space- and the machine was done. Those at the clinic and elsewhere could begin going to Stark's to have the embryos removed so they could go back to normal.

And Kitty was at the clinic mostly because there was the chance that people still here might be murderous and terrible. Hopefully they weren't, but you never know.

FTEC- Sunday

Kitty had maybe been deliberately vague on radio. Somehow she'd thought that and if these embryos get left in you you're going to turn into a parasitic alien monster and die was something that might not go over well being broadcast over the airwaves. So, hopefully she'd warned people enough to actually come down.

Not that there was really anything anyone could do for them until this machine got built, but they keep keep the infected comfortable. And watch them just in case they turned into monsters.

So the clinic was open, and hopefully there would be people coming down both to stay and to help.
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[personal profile] stykera2015-09-06 10:22 am

FTEC, Sunday 9/6

Stark came into the clinic a little later than usual today in case I want to tag him in posts later, lalala bearing the usual box of cupcakes from JGoB.

There were tiny gremlin zombies outside of the clinic. A quick conversation with the nurses, followed by a joint search, confirmed there were no tiny zombies inside the clinic at this time.

The alien was in, ready to assist with your medical needs or offer a cupcake or just talk in a presumably zombie-gremlin-free zone.

[open, OCD-free, I have to go pretend to be sociable at multiple events today but I will pick up any pings when possible, etc]

FTEC- Tuesday

Claire had lost her mind and decided to teach at the school. If she were sane, she'd have gotten out of here months ago, but no, she was committing herself to this because she figured if there were kids here, they might as well have some information that might help them, even if the school didn't require a degree to teach...?

And since there was nothing to do at the clinic, she was working on lesson plans today. Or what passed for lesson plans. She wasn't actually sure what they were supposed to look like, but what she was doing worked for her.
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[personal profile] stykera2015-08-16 03:37 pm

FTEC, Sunday 8/16

Sundays, all appearances to the contrary, still meant clinic shifts for Stark. And clinic shifts, generally, meant baked goods.

Stark had brought donuts today, with chocolate icing, mostly creme-filled ones. It just hadn't been a cupcake sort of day.

He was eating a creme-filled one while flipping through a cookbook and manning the desk.

The alien was in, ready to assist or offer a donut, or both.

[open, OCD-free, as always]

FTEC- Tuesday

This morning Claire had turned human again, at work, and had to throw on a gown before trudging back to her place to get dressed because she had no idea what the nurses had done with her clothes. And then she had to go back to work today.

Someone was really, really not pleased with her Tuesday.

FTEC- Tuesday

Like every week (no really) Claire was here.

Unlike every week, early into her shift she sneezed and the next thing she knew she was a bird. A nightingale, in fact, which she was gonna find seriously unfunny when she changed back.

Also it would have helped if the nurses saw her transform, because then she might have spent a hell of a lot less time flying around in a panic as they swatted at her with a broom because they thought some random bird got in here.

FTEC- Tuesday

Even in a town where seemingly no one ever came into the clinic, Claire was very good about getting to her job on time. Except today.

For some reason, today it was like every random person in town wanted to stop her for a chat. She went in for coffee and got stuck listening to the barista about her love life. Just walking into town she ran into a talkative pizza guy, and someone who worked at the day care. And just when she thought she was safe and got in to work, one of the nurses asked if they could talk, really talk.

Soooo this was Claire's day.

[Open and OCDless!]

FTEC- Tuesday

Without actual work to do, Claire was doing the only other thing that made sense right now.

She was googling what the hell a yurt was in her phone. Look, not everyone had a reason to know that.

[Open and OCDless!]

FTEC- Tuesday

Claire, being a helpful, logical sort, was trying to use her newfound knowledge that this town was messed up to try and make sure the clinic was stocked for the issues she knew about. This meant she'd come up with a list of things to make sure they had in case everyone turned into children, but she was having all sorts of trouble thinking of things that might be needed if someone turned into a guy.

These thoughts were stupid and this town was stupid, basically.

[Open, no OCD]
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[personal profile] stykera2015-06-07 07:58 pm

FTEC, Sunday 6/7

Stark who still existed though this comes as a shock to us all was almost used to these transformations into a woman. Almost. He still found it disconcerting to be shaped like someone other than himself, even if this shape was technically himself. It was confusing. He preferred not to think about it too hard.

Cupcakes helped. So did keeping to the regular routine at the clinic.

The alien was in, somewhat out of sorts on account of this weekend, and ready to assist or lend some baked goods to those in need.

[open, OCD-free, the usual]

FTEC- Tuesday

Week three, and Claire was still bored.

"Seriously, don't people even get the sniffles in this town?" she asked, which the nurses acknowledged, then dismissed as they shrugged and went on with their conversation. Maybe they just needed to start some kind of wellness drive in this place.

[Open and OCD free!]

FTEC- Tuesday

Claire had missed the weekend, so she was still clueless as to just how weird this town was. Here she was at the clinic for the second week, bored out of her mind and wondering if anything ever happened in this town.

She'd kick herself for that at the next invasion, yes.

But for now, once she'd made sure that she still knew where everything was, she made small talk with the nurses till she could escape and check messages on her phone. That should take all of three minutes.

[OCD-free and open.]

FTEC- Tuesday

It was Claire's first day at the clinic, and she was probably not making the best impression on the nurses by actually trying to do work. She was nice and all, but she wanted to make sure she knew where everything was and how everything was set up just in case there were any emergencies or anything.

And it was still weirding her out that so far there were no emergencies. Seriously, she hadn't heard a siren in days, and she thought it might be messing with her brain.

[Open and OCD-free!]
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FTEC, Friday

Atticus didn't get to stop by the clinic as often as he wanted to, but he'd made up a new batch of medicinal teas this week, and the weather was nice enough that he could sit at the desk and have the door open, letting the smell of herbal goodness waft outside. He had a book in his hands as he propped his feet up on the desk, some trashy thing that was going to be a fast and entertaining read. He didn't imagine anyone would need help since things had been quiet on the island, but he also knew better than to assume at this point.

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[personal profile] stykera2015-03-29 10:22 am
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FTEC, Sunday 3/29

Stark arrived earlier than usual today. It had been a busy few days at the clinic and he wanted to be sure he was there in case he was needed.

As with the past few days there was plenty of tea in case anyone would need it. Still no cupcakes, but there were plenty of cookies to go with the plenty of the tea.

The island seemed to be getting back to what passed for normal but the clinic was open for its inhabitants who weren't quite back their usual selves yet.

FTEC, Saturday

With the radio presumably proclaiming the arrest of Leland Gaunt and more folks breaking their curse, Atticus made plenty of tea this morning, and helped the nurses count supplies to try to ensure everyone could be helped. Hopefully, there would be volunteers arriving as well. or waking up from wherever in the clinic they'd spent the night. It was kind of reassuring to see how many people showed up to help others.

It would have been more reassuring to feel like Leland Gaunt would be staying behind bars, but Atticus was going to leave that to the professionals.

FTEC, Friday

Atticus was back in the clinic today with more tea as well as a basket of chocolates. If people needed to be cheered up to feel better, chocolate was a good way to accomplish that as far as he was concerned. Plus, it cheered up the nurses, and he wasn't sure what kind of day they'd have ahead of them.


FTEC, Thursday

To be honest, Atticus was at the clinic because there were a lot of other places he didn't want to be. He didn't want to deal with the people outside of Gaunt's shop, because he didn't know what they might be capable of at the moment. He didn't trust the vibe of the school's library at all, and trying to heal the preserve had been fruitless and gotten him almost chomped on by crazy deer. When he eventually left this world, it was not going to be death by deer, thank you very much.

So, he'd decided that the best thing he could do was help those who were trying to help others, and that meant tea. He'd charmed some of the folks from the Perk and JGOB into lending him pots and hot plates, and set out a variety of teas for anyone who needed a pick-me-up. Some of them were normal flavors, and some were more medicinal thanks to the herbs he'd... acquired from the Magic Box. (It didn't count as stealing if the door was unlocked when he got there, and he fully intended to pay for everything he'd taken, eventually.) He made sure the nurses got whatever they wanted first, and then stuck a sign on the door:


It wasn't terribly creative, but he hoped it would work well enough.

[Hello folks! This post is for anyone who wants to help at the clinic, who has broken their curse and needs help, or who wants to just hang out and have some tea. :) There will be a clinic post every day today through Sunday.]
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[personal profile] stykera2015-03-22 10:39 am

FTEC, Sunday 3/22

Things had felt somewhat off for days now. Enough so that Stark didn't even stop at JGoB for any baked goods today. He went straight to the clinic instead.

The nurses had looked at him curiously when he didn't drop off the familiar pastry box on the desk. He had simply shrugged in response before turning to attack a cupboard he felt needed straightening up.

The alien was in, ready to assist, and might even be able to dig up a package of Oreos if you really needed a cookie.

[Open, OCD-free, etc]