Fandom Town Emergency Clinic

Igor was deeply uneasy as he opened the clinic this morning, and he spent a great deal of time making sure everything he might need was ready to go.

He'd seen no sign of them - yet - but it felt like the flaming torches had arrived.

Igor wandered into the clinic Thursday evening, looking slightly distracted.

The nurses decided not to ask.

Igor arrived at the clinic in the evening, looking miserable. His ears were blocked, his nose was blocked, and his throat was aching. Poor Igor had a cold.

Luckily, he had a tried and true method of dealing with these sorts of things. He was in the exam room, carefully replacing his nose with a new one.

He'd already changed his ears.

When Igor arrived at the clinic Sunday morning, he found several humongous and hairy spiders lurking inside the doors.

He didn't react with horror, or fear, but rather with wide eyed interest, and hunkered down, drawing a pair of forceps out of a pocket. "Aren't you fascinating," he muttered, touching one, gently, then grasped it around the abdomen with the forceps and lifted it up.

Legs flailing wildly, it managed to free itself and plopped back down to the floor. The spiders hadn't expected that. No one ever reacted like that. They huddled closer together, front legs raised to try and fend him off.

The very minute that Igor turned his back to go and get a sample jar, they skittered out the door, suffering from an advanced case of Igorphobia.

The doors to the clinic were partially blocked by unconscious seagulls and random piles of feathers. They'd hit the glass when Igor had dashed inside.

He was back in one of the exam rooms, reattaching his finger; he'd had to wrestle it away from a seagull.

Igor had slept in this morning. There might have been some celebrating last night over getting his machine exactly right, which had meant morning had not been entirely welcome.

When he finally arrived in the clinic in the evening, he'd given up on the plan to replace his head, but he still shushed Scraps when the dog of many parts barked cheerfully.

Igor had no idea that today was special in certain parts of the world, but he was celebrating.

His celebration was because he had successfully swapped the mind of a spider with the mind of a mouse using his oh-so-special machine. He had both with him, to observe their actions throughout the day.

The mouse kept trying to climb the walls, but it only managed to scramble up a few centimetres before sliding back down to the desk. The spider was nibbling on a bit of cheese and occasionally cleaning the whiskers that it didn't have.

The clinic might be a little bit odd today.

Look, Igors were always punctual, so obviously the clinic had been open since sometime early this morning.

Any sort of indication to the contrary was patently a wibbly wobbly timey wimey anomaly.

Really.

[ooc: *smacks self* Flying OCD free today.]

The hair was standing up on back of Igor's neck as he came into the clinic this morning. Not his hair, of course; he'd acquired it from someone who no longer needed it.

Igor wasn't sure why it was standing up - he couldn't see any reason for it, but maybe the hair knew something he didn't.

Igor had a massive coil of copper wire that he was carefully shaping into an incredibly complex pattern.

He'd put it down to help you if you were hurt.

Probably.

Igor was there, working on his plans to change Fandom minds.

Igor had absolutely, definitely arrived at the clinic this morning, and had been there all day.

And was there now, tinkering with something very organic looking as he hummed under his breath.

Igor was perched behind the desk, tinkering with something that flailed little legs in the air. His tongue was poking out of the corner of his mouth, and he was humming tunelessly as he worked.

Discovering that lightning came out of little holes in the wall had been astonishing; the effect a ready supply of it had had on his experiments was more astonishing still.

Igor was working on a specific project this morning. Much to his delight, it was coming along very well.

It was probably best not to go into the second exam room.