[identity profile] hotceltogoth.livejournal.com
Ronan sat back at the front desk, a novel in one hand and a donut he'd handwavily picked up from J,GoB in the other.

[OOC: Am around for a few hours, then off to Harry Potter. Will do what I can ping-wise when I get back, as well.]

[ETA: Off to the movie, back around midnight Eastern time, hopefully. Am back!]
[identity profile] geniusdoctor.livejournal.com
Doogie was starting to think that this was going to be another slow morning. And then the nurses came in, and he suddenly found himself relieved of that concern.
stykera: (freaked out)
[personal profile] 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.]
[identity profile] dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com
Wilson was humming.

He was in a fairly rock solid mood and so he was humming as he moved around the clinic, weaving in and out of decorations and considering giving Death a hard time about the fact that Wilson was Jewish. But really, he didn't have it in him and it was the spirit of the holidays that was important.

The Christmas Blend coffee was brewing and classical music warmed the atmosphere in the waiting room.

Doctor is in. Come, bleed...or drink coffee...or both if you like to multitask!
[identity profile] death-n-binky.livejournal.com
*DEATH, taking Binky for a ride through the school halls, notices that the On Call light is still on. Riding through the clinic door, he switches the light off and sets Binky up with some oats in the waiting room. Unperterbed by his truncated after-class ride, DEATH begins braiding Binky's hair with red and green ribbon.

The horse seems unimpressed.

Those that cannot see DEATH feel a jolly sense of dread and notice that there appears to be a large, and now festive, white horse in the clinic waiting room.*

The Clinic is open. Bleed here, or pet the horsey.
[identity profile] dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com
Dawn had found Wilson still in the Clinic working in the lab. He’d started on Ten’s blood work immediately and after some thought had gone ahead and started with Paige’s and any other back log that was waiting as well.

He’d poked his nose into the apartment long enough to kiss House and tell the older doctor that he was going to be working through the night and then he’d gone back to the Clinic. It was rather convenient having the little apartment tucked just off in the back but it also made it harder for Wilson to stay away.

Not that he’d ever been any good at that back in Princeton either.

The oncologist had spent the night running the lab, reading up on the endoscopy procedure he had scheduled for Friday as well as current literature on gastric cancers and occasionally sticking his head in to check on Jack and on Ten. Upon discovering that Chaucer seemed settled in to stay the night Wilson cut back his intrusions to bi-hourly checks so as to disturb the two men as little as possible.

When the sky started to shift from grey to pink –around 6ish-, the oncologist took a break, going back to the apartment for a shower and a change of clothes before walking down to The Perk for coffee. The walk helped wake him up and shake off the cobwebs so that he was smiling and whistling softly as he set about opening up the Clinic for his regular Clinic hours.

Settling down at the front desk, he set a pot of Jamaican Blue Mountain to brew and reached for the telephone. He had calls to make and favors to call in to get the necessary permits and medical equipment here to treat Grissom.

“Good morning, can I talk to…”

Doctor on Duty, ask nicely and he might share the coffee.

Psychiatric help

Friday, October 14th, 2005 10:22 pm
[identity profile] master-of-fear.livejournal.com
Dr. Jonathan Crane is here and willing to help you with your problems.

(no subject)

Friday, October 14th, 2005 08:24 pm
[identity profile] gotcanewillpoke.livejournal.com
Dr House is in the clinic this Friday evening.

He's bored. Come entertain him. He may reward you with a red lollypop unless your name is Parker.
[identity profile] notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com
Elizabeth runs into the clinic.

"Hello? Dr House? Lisa?" A bit more hesitantly. "Jack? We've got an injured student in Speech class!"

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Friday, September 16th, 2005 09:35 pm
[identity profile] gotcanewillpoke.livejournal.com
Dr Gregory House is *gasp* physically in the clinic.

He does not want to deal with patients. That does not mean he won't get any.

He's currently eyeing the duct taped trash can that was left earlier with a note. There's a live gremlin in the can, the donor suggested using it for antivenom. House has a feeling he's going to need more than one live speciman to get enough antivenom to service the [livejournal.com profile] fandomhigh population. But it's a start.

He's just not in the mood to deal with it.

He'd thought moving to [livejournal.com profile] fandomhigh would be a wonderful opportunity to make a new start and reinvent himself. When Lisa showed up, he felt some measure of comfort in having someone from home around. Someone he knew well and could trust and count on and all that good stuff Hosue is so loathe to do. With one exception. Not that it matters. Wilson isn't around, an he's trying not to think about Wilson was he mindlessly tosses his Lacrosse ball in the air, catching it effortlessly.

All in all,he's pleased with hs clinic staff, although some applicants have yet to show up at all. ([OOC: Note to all clinic assistans. If you have, for whatever reason decided *not* to be clinic assistants,please inform Dr House so that he can remove you from the roster.]

In any case, Dr House is in the clinic. He does not want to be bothered, and yet he is there to be bothered. Have at. Just do *not* try to lift drugs on his watch, unless you are willing to pay the price. This notice appears outside the clinic entrance.

Enter at your own risk.

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