FTEC, Wednesday [06/30]

Martha was doing an inventory check and working on the budget at the same time, to try to decide if she could afford any new, shiny equipment for the clinic. Oh, her life was so entertaining.

FTEC - Tuesday, 06/29

"Where do we keep the lollipops?"

He asked four times, each increasingly louder, until he got an answer. Persuading nurses to tell him what he wanted to hear instead of asking why he wanted to know used to be a lot easier.

"Because I'm hungry. Can't a man get hungry in the 21st century?"

Apparently lollipops were not considered a legitimate replacement for actual lunch.

"If I eat enough of them," Hawkeye reasoned, "I'll be on such a sugar high I won't even notice until it's too late and I crash into what we professionals call a 'sugar coma' where I won't even care that I didn't get a pastrami on rye with mustard by 2:30."

By 2:30, he had a sandwich. Pastrami on rye with mustard arrived at 2:25 along with a pickle and a cup of coffee.

Maybe his powers of persuasion weren't completely lost after all.

FTEC -- Saturday [January 23]

There were monsters on Fandom Island! Ugly grumpy things that got in the dorms and were in the halls and had been everywhere on her way to the clinic and Ino?

Ino was lovin' it.

Sure, she had to work. Sure, the nurses were Displeased with the fact that she came in grinning like a loon and smug from having Thunder'd the crap out of a few of the monsters. (She'd kicked one in the face too and he'd gone flying.)

Ino's glee, however, was unabated. She was going to be Vigilant and Watchful and keeping an eye out for those who needed her medical help.

But when she was free, to the nurses dismay, she was stalking through the clinic, checking supplies and setting things up in case they got a bunch of wounded, and making sure none of the monsters had gotten inside.

Today was an awesome day!

…Well, for Ino anyway. She was relatively sure the less combative people of the town had Other Opinions about the whole invasion thing.

FTEC, Thursday January 14

Simon was reading a medical journal. He had read it before, but it didn't matter. Anything that would distract him from the giggling nurses was a good thing. It might not have worked completely but it was better than nothing.

[Open and OCD-free]