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dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com

Wilson was definitely yawning as he headed into the clinic today, oversized coffee in one hand and briefcase in the other.

He also had a fairly smug and well satisfied look on his face.

It seemed as if having a certain bond open full blast hadn't been quite the uncomfortable experience it could have been.

Settling down behind the front desk, he went back to work on his lesson plans, mind abuzz with lazy contentment.

dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com

Wilson was yawning more than a little bit as he made his way into the clinic Monday morning.

Also, despite the fact that he was wearing a dress shirt, he was not wearing a tie as the collar of said shirt had been left undone. His neck was a bit sore this morning...no, he wasn't making any effort to hide why his neck was a bit sore this morning.

Some hickies you just wear with pride.

Talking with the on duty nurse, Wilson frowned a little that Gwynn hadn't yet made a break for freedom and sat down with her chart to see if there was anything possibly delying her recovery.

sexydoctor.livejournal.com

Christian made the morning rounds of the clinic patients, then took his place behind the front desk, hoping that more kids wouldn't be brought in today.

Current Mood: restless
Current Music: Kool & The Gang - Hollywood Swinging

geniusdoctor.livejournal.com

With so many patients coming in, Doogie figured it would be a nice idea to come in and help Dr. Lambert. He checked on the patients who were still around, before going to man the desk while he waited for Natalie to arrive.

[OCD is done!]

sexydoctor.livejournal.com

Christian was getting pissed about the patients building up in the clinic. He hated seeing kids get hurt, and he hoped somebody would catch this masked maniac in the woods. And, okay, maybe being angry would cover the fact that masked maniac with a knife was making him freak out, just a little. But the Carver couldn't be in Fandom, right?

Current Mood: discontent
Current Music: Art Garfunkel - All I Know

geniusdoctor.livejournal.com

Doogie had heard the ongoing radio reports of students getting hurt, so he was at least somewhat prepared to find people in the clinic. It was still difficult to see the exam rooms full of people though, and he just hoped that the empty rooms would stay that way.

[OCD is up!]

dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com

Yeah, Wilson might look just a wee bit preoccupied this morning.

Kissing the Prince of Hell will do that to a person.

[ooc: YAY!! Condo is SOLD! ~~Now, will be getting~~ The OCDs are up!]

drlambert.livejournal.com

Natalie was surprised to find the clinic so full -- and not pleasantly surprised. She was even less thrilled when she began to review the patient charts. Dr. Wilson had done a good job patching everyone up, but the injuries were still worrisome. She was once again struck by the senselessness in attacking kids, even ones as mature and well-armed as the ones in Fandom.

With a sigh, she made her rounds. She checked bandages and fluids, then settled in to do some requisition forms. Both the lab and the clinic would need restocking after this.

[Patient rooms up... Please wait for patients to ping in.]

dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com

It had been a long night at the clinic.

Rather than bother trying to go home, Wilson had stayed on through the night, helping the nurse wake Lana hourly and also keeping Phoebe and Anders as comfortable as possible.

Jim and Bel had been discreetly watched over as well.

Aziraphale, bless him, had come down with a late night/early morning snack of grilled cheese sandwiches and later with omlettes and coffee but other than a quick break to grab a shower, Wilson had stayed put.

Morning found him ~~napping~~ relaxing in the front desk chair.

[ooc: ~~please wait for~~ The OCDs are up!]

dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com

Wilson had spent a nice, relaxing day corrupting ducks and otherwise enjoying the summer sun.

Thus he was a bit surprised to find that the clinic had a patient in residence when he arrived at work that night. Frowning a little as he recognized Chad's name, Wilson went over the young man's chart with the on duty nurse and gave her instructions to keep him apprised of Chad's comfort through the night.

Then, he settled down at the front desk and set up his laptop to work on his latest journal article.

dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com

After having spent most of the day curled up with Aziraphale, Wilson was still blissfully unaware that most of the island's student population was wee.

Under this sense of innocence, he headed into the clinic, checked up with the nurse and then settled in to work on crosswords for the evening, save for when Phale came down with dinner.

dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com

Wilson grumbled as he made his way through the rainy weather down to the clinic. Why couldn't it be snow? Honestly, if this much moisture was going to fall from the sky, it ought to be a proper snow.

Shaking himself off, he talked quietly with the on duty nurse, catching up on the two patients still in residence, as he shrugged out of his overcoat and set his briefcase down behind the front desk. Taking the charts, he checked in on Ami and Liz, making detailed notes for their files before quietly slipping back out of the rooms.

Once back at the front desk, he pulled out his laptop and a couple of journals and settled down to work on yet another paper.

drlambert.livejournal.com

Natalie set her things down slowly, eyes scanning over Cally's chart. She read the notes made by the admitting physician -- or, in this case, the admitting aide -- and then those added by Dr. Troy. Taking a moment to unpack, she then peeked in on her patient. She spent the remaineder of the shift either in the lab or tending to the patient...and welcoming visitors.

janet_fraiser

Janet came careening into the clinic, out of breath and slightly late, and hoping Christian was nowhere around to catch her.

drlambert.livejournal.com

Natalie frowned as she stood behind the desk and flipped through Dr. Wilson's chart. An abdominal stab wound was a nasty thing, and got worse, depending on how much damage the weapon had done on the inside. In this case, the lung had been punctured; she could only imagine the tight, painful feeling of breathlessness that had immediately followed. It was not something she hoped to ever encounter herself, and she was curious as to how Dr. Wilson could have found himself on the receiving end.

She was also curious as to how the good doctor ended up with a fractured skull. Notes from the admitting physician -- Janet, she noted -- conjectured that the fracture was the cause of his current coma. With a sigh, Nat closed the chart. Sounds like one hell of a fight, she thought, shaking her head.

She moved off silently to check on her patient, then spend some time in the lab.

dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com

Wilson had entirely expected to have spent the night in a sleepless and fractious state. Luckily, after a bit of a rest, Aziraphale had just the remedy for none sleepy doctors to exhaust them into a state of sleepiness.

Aziraphale's remedy had been a rousing success ~~three times even~~ and so it was with a cheerful whistle and a gingerbread latte that Wilson opened the clinic this fine Wednesday morning.

stykera

Stark hadn't exactly been looking forward to coming into town when the island was overrun by big scary things. But he was supposed to be at the clinic on Sundays and so at the clinic he was. After arriving, he'd flailed more than a little bit at the number of people in the clinic. Flailing under control, he was now ready to deal with things. Hopefully.

[OCD ~~coming~~ up. Poke me if I get something wrong.]

sexydoctor.livejournal.com

Christian checked up on the clinic's patients then settled behind the desk for the day.

Current Mood: worried
Current Location: FTEC
Current Music: Fleetwood Mac - Over My Head

goodtrevor.livejournal.com

Trevor never liked coming into the clinic to find injured students already there. He carefully checked on each of them before taking up his usual spot behind the front desk.

dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com

Taking only an hour break between classroom meet and greets and getting down to the Clinic, Wilson refreshed himself with a quick shower and a small snack, planning to share dinner with Aziraphale later in the evening. He also changed out of his suit and tie in to jeans for the night, figuring comfortable took precedence.

Whistling softly as he carried his softsided briefcase into the clinic, Wilson set himself up behind the counter. He was a little surprised to find some flowers already sitting there and checked the card.

"Marie?"

Looking in the back, he didn't see anyone in the exam rooms so shrugged and figured that maybe someone had left them behind and would be back for them later. Taking himself back up to the front desk, Wilson settled in, tonight he didn't even pretend to work on his paper, he was playing with crossword puzzles.

dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com

Whistleing cheerfully, Wilson headed into the clinic for the Saturday night shift. He carried a maple latte in one hand and over his good shoulder rested his satchel. He was still grading papers from Thursday's test and also had a few crossword puzzles to entertain himself with if the evening was slow.

Setting everything down at the front desk, he started a pot of Kona coffee for the night, then unpacked his laptop and papers. A small radio also made an apperance quickly plugged in and dialed to a station that played classical, insturmental jazz and big band on Saturday nights.

Thus, he was settled in for a long, hopefully quiet, evening at the clinic.

janet_fraiser

Janet was taking over for Tommy today. Hopefully, the clinic would be calm, because she had a few books she was hoping to get through while she was here. Or maybe she'd get lucky and people would visit who didn't really have clinic business.

OOC: In other words, open for interaction and for all your clinic needs. As there are no patients, I'm not going to worry about OCDness.

ETA: If I suddenly vanish, it's because work went momentarily busy, and I'll be back shortly.

drlambert.livejournal.com

Entering the clinic, Nat did a quick change out of her rain jacket and into a lab coat, draping her stethoscope around her neck. She then picked up the charts and made her rounds. That done, she settled in to the front desk with ~~Lappy~~ her laptop and continued working on her writing project. Hopefully she wouldn't be quite as distracted by it...

[Disabling notifications. Ping me on AIM if I'm needed.]

janet_fraiser

Janet stumbled in, exhausted, and opened up the clinic. Thankfully--and unusually--the nurse was around to watch the desk. She waved tiredly and dropped into a cot in the corner to sleep.

OOC: It's Mother's Day and yeah, I want to do the mommy thing with my kidlet. And my mom. :) Which means I am on omg slowplay, but will be tagging in when/if I can. For those of y'all who have plotty stuff, [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com] will be around. Please give a serious hand of applause to our nurse. She rules.

ladder62.livejournal.com

Tommy checked on Tyler when he showed up for his shift. Poor kid. Burns were a bitch and a half to deal with.

He made sure Tyler was comfortable, then took a seat by his desk.

Current Mood: working

sexydoctor.livejournal.com

Realizing Allie, even though she'd been released, was in no shape to open the clinic, Christian headed over Saturday morning. He wasn't entirely surprised to find the clinic full of patients. Friday nights tended to be busier than others around here for some reason.

Current Mood: curious
Current Location: FTEC
Current Music: Peggy Lee - The Boy from Ipanema

drlambert.livejournal.com

Natalie checked on the patients, somewhat surprised to find a new addition who hadn't been impaled, burned, or wasn't dead. She then made her way to the lab and engrossed herself in her work.

ladder62.livejournal.com

Tommy took his shift in his usual up with people kind of manner. Lilly and Allie were still around. Lilly was still dead which Tommy assumed meant something good. Allie -

Tommy felt bad about Allie.

Hard to judge that by his demeanor though.

sexydoctor.livejournal.com

The clinic was a mess.

The lobby and hallway were full of crumpled coffee cups and the scent of emo. A few bodies remained huddled against the walls and on benches. Christian quietly checked them and found each person just sleeping, so there hadn't been a coffee Jonestown going on last night.

At least the patient in Exam One seemed much better. Christian examined Angel and found him sleeping peacefully, no fever or chills. So maybe whatever they'd done had worked despite wrecking havoc in the clinic. Careful not to disturb the vampire or the young man passed out in the chair next to him, Christian noted Angel's condition on his chart, then returned to the desk in the lobby, hoping people would wake up soon and clean up this mess.

Current Mood: annoyed

drlambert.livejournal.com

Natalie arrived at the clinic as close to six as possible, taking great care to keep to the shadows and out of the direct sunlight. There was a busy air about the clinic; the energy and goodwill generated by Janet's 'Chosen One Blood Drive' still lingered, almost palpable. Nat was sure something else was going to happen -- something had to, to save Angel. She could only sit back and wait. In the meantime, she would check up on Angel and settle in with her laptop.

[Posted early due to LJ's incredibly irresponsible timing. To quote Indy (in that really bad Scottish brogue), "How dare they?" Tags will change after some of the carnage has cleared.

Also -- I'll will be at dinner for a bit, so slowplay is the key until after sunset. ;)]

janet_fraiser

Janet was in Exam Room 2 at the clinic again, prepping to collect blood from any Chosen One who stopped in to donate. With luck, people had spread the word of the blood drive and Janet wouldn't have to hunt down any more Chosen types to donate. ~~Not that she was going to let them add that to their library card application from now on either. Because she was making a list from the donors.~~

OOC: Please see the regular clinic post for any medical needs or to visit Angel. Tommy gave me permission to open a separate post just for the blood drive.

Note - I am setting up a separate OOC thread in case you want someone to haul you in for the blood drive. Just ping me in that thread and we'll arrange it.

OCD threads are up! Time to play.

ETA</>: ~~I need to be in slowplay due to RL. Frak. Sorry, guys.~~ I've been playing pretty steadily for a few hours, but I'm going to keep the thread open for slowplay through tomorrow morning. That's about all the time I'll have for it before Janet has to start ~~playing~~ working in the lab and combining all the ingredients.

Note: If you are looking for Angel's dying letter to you, it will be in Janet's bag (which you can get to through the General Conversation thread). The bag has been left open, but you will have to steal the letter; Janet will not be giving it out to you unless Angel is truly dead. If Janet catches you, you're in for a world of hurt, but she won't catch you unless you let me know OOC that you want to be caught.

sexydoctor.livejournal.com

Exam room 1, one vampire. Exam room 2, evidence of a blood drive. Christian snagged some leftover cookies and juice and settled in his chair, flipping through a report on new innovations in breast implants.

Current Mood: intrigued
Current Music: Ohio Players - Skin Tight

ladder62.livejournal.com

Natalie was late. That wasn't like her but on the other hand what'd you expect from a secret Canadian?

Ah well. Not like Tommy had a huge commute home. He hung out by his desk and read the paper, waiting for her to show up.

[ooc: Tommy and Angel's player isn't going to be around tonight, so putting up this post just to position Angel for the evening. Natalie? When you log on you can check in via your own comment in a reply to this.

Anyone can feel free to mod Tommy grunting and waving you back to see Angel if that's your thing, or grunting, rolling his eyes a little, and going up to his apartment once Natalie gets there.]

Current Mood: apathetic

janet_fraiser

Janet was in Exam Room 2 at the clinic, prepping to collect blood from any Chosen One who happened to be wandering by. Or who was going to be yanked in by Dean Zordon. Or who was going to be found in any other manner.

Because they would get enough blood to help Angel. Even if Janet had to personally hunt down every single Chosen One at this school herself. ~~Though it really would have been easier if she could just check the library records, damn it.~~

OOC: Please see the regular clinic post for any medical needs or to visit Angel. Tommy gave me permission to open a separate post just for the blood drive.

Note - I am setting up a separate OOC thread in case you want someone to haul you in for the blood drive. Just ping me in that thread and we'll arrange it.

~~Wait for the OCD threads!~~ They're up! Go donate blood. ETA: In slowplay, omg, because I'm at work.

ETA: Closed post! We are accepting no more NEW donations after 9:15 CST. Keep those current threads going! There will be a second blood drive post up tomorrow, however.

goodtrevor.livejournal.com

Trevor made his way into the clinic, stopping in the doorway for a moment as he tried to figure out where the pleasing scent was coming from. When he couldn't place it right away, he shook his head and came inside, getting himself set up for the evening.

janet_fraiser

Janet's up and at the clinic early in the morning. She's not particularly awake yet. She wouldn't even mind if you bugged her about non-clinic business, but first she's going to check up on the paperwork and see who's around.

OOC: I have a kidlet on hand, so will be on and offline depending on if he's willing to play in the room with the computer. And now, off I go to update myself on the plottiness that's abounding...

dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com

Wilson moved quietly through the Clinic getting the waiting room set up for the day, starting a pot of coffee and opening the doors.

He had restocking to do and paperwork and... more paperwork and it would be nice if he could figure out his own mind somewhere in all that but honestly, he just didn't want to think about some things so...yeah.

Paper Work
Coffee
Restocking.

But first, he swung through to check in on the patients, Jack and Phoebe.

Doctor on Duty, come sneak off with his coffee, Jonathan, you know you wanna.

[ooc: Phoebe!Mun, I'm going off the posting thread last night with House that Phoebe stayed overnight. If this was changed later, please let me know and I'll edit this post accordingly. :)]

gotcanewillpoke.livejournal.com

Dr House is in the clinic. He doesn't intend to work, but when does he ever intend to work? He's checked on Jack, and is at the reception desk, pen in hand.

He has coffee and lollypops. Maybe even a crossword puzzle book he's confiscated from wilson.

Interrupt if you feel so inclined. He really doesn't mind a patient now and then.

dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com

No matter what shape he or the Clinic was in...the clinic was open.

There would be the smell of freshly brewing coffee, the rustle of paperwork and perhaps even some music from the small radio Wilson had taken to keeping around to keep him company during the day.

Doctor on Duty, come bleed or beg coffee!

death-n-binky.livejournal.com

*DEATH walks into the clinic, wearing what appears to be sunglasses despite the dim light and carrying a thermos of coffee which he sips occassionally. He sits at the desk, slouching slightly. The rubber duck is sitting on the desk next to him, impaled in the head with a jack. It quacks morosely periodically. He appears to be, if such were possible, hungover. However, the performance seems slightly theatrical at best. Rather than doing his usual paperwork, he bounces a rubber ball on the desk in what he hopes is an absent-minded fashion*

Assistant is IN. Please bleed here.

((OOC: Mun is bored and suffering from NaNo brain-bleed. Come play, even if you're not broken!))

death-n-binky.livejournal.com

*DEATH sits at the front desk of the clinic, to answer the phone and greet patients. He seems particuarly cheery today, having learned to braid his condoms and wear them as acessories. He sets up a sign on the desk which reads:*

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