Fandom Town Emergency Clinic

Sometimes, the island was wacky in unfamiliar ways. But sometimes, it reminded Scully of her Worst Trips Ever.

"Ma-MA?"

"Oh, hell no," Scully responded, as an utterly creepy doll crawled into the clinic.

The blood sample that Triela had left Scully after her death was yielding interesting if ultimately frustrating results. It was great to have some answers, even if they were sadly after they could be useful to her patient.

The Conditioning drugs were remarkably similar to organ anti-rejection drugs; there were similar compounds used in her world. The combination of sedatives, hypnotics, and memory suppressants were much more tricky to break down, and she suspected it would take another week's worth of analysis to have a full work-up. The sad thing was how elegantly -- if nastily -- they worked together; one drug couldn't be unchained from another. The benefit of the anti-rejection drugs was enhanced to viability by the memory suppressants, and the tranquilizers were influenced by the physical adaptation drugs. There was no way that she could see so far to reap the benefits without all of them building up in a patient's system within seven to eight years.

She kept working on it anyway, hoping to find a key to unlock the system.


[open and ocd-free]

The Clinic was open for an emergency case.

[ooc: for those at Triela's party, and after.]

Last night's adventures in upside-down rain had left Scully tired and cranky when she woke up; so it was a subdued and caffiene-inhaling doctor on duty today.

There were big red X's on the calendar, marking down the weeks.

[open and OCD-free]

Today was another day when Triela would be getting a check-up, but also, Raven would be there to help. Just having another healer there for the consultation was going to help, Scully hoped.


[open and ocd-free!]

Several of the nurses were green, green, and more green. After making sure there weren't any other symptoms, Scully had fun teasing them.

Yes, she was wearing green. But was just as glad not to match in any other way.

[open, ocd-free]

Scully was reading up on advances in science since 2000; it was good to have developments to look forward to in her own world in the next decade or so. Hopefully.

[open and ocd-free]

This bout of weirdness could not end soon enough for Scully. There were monkeys in the Clinic, cooing at the nurses. And hugging them. And dancing around

"This can not be sanitary."

And there was one clinging to her leg. Hugging her. So far.

"I can always tranquilize you, you know."

[The clinic is open, infested, and OCD-free.]

Scully was checking inventory; especially after a blizzard, and any cases of frostbite or new cases of flu, she wanted to be sure everything was in place.

[open, ocd-free]

Scully, having thought it over at yesterday's support reserves meeting, was currently re-doing the inventory on drugs, bandages, and medical equipment, in case of another attack.

The nurses were now calling her the Littlest OCD.

[the clinic is open, Scully is OCD, but I don't have any.]

Scully was catching up on back journal articles; mostly related to toxins, but with a few about mutations and epilepsy thrown in there for fun.

For excitement, she was going to practice bandaging on the nurses later. They were looking forward to the lollipops.

[open and ocd-free; back at 7pmEST!]

Scully's first shift at the Clinic this morning; so far she'd inventoried supplies, double-checked the equipment, and ordered more forms.

The nurses weren't sure if she had OCD or was just hyper; either way they were watching this new one warily.