Fandom Town Emergency Clinic

Mina was being so sweet and kind to all the clinic staff today. Helping them out with their own work, giving them a hand in their projects, asking about their relatives and general well-being.

And to top it off, she was wearing modern clothes again. A short sleeves blouse with a low (but not too low) neckline, a pencil skirt, and high heels, no less.

Hell had definitely frozen over.

[ooc: Open, OCD free, work slow warning!]

Mina's clinic shift today was predominantly mired in her doing the inventory, with occasional stops out to the front desk. She was more than a little worried about the maintenance man, who appeared to be muttering something about a penny wedged in a door or something.

But in the meantime, she'd be happy to assist you with any medical needs.

[ooc: OCD free, open post, will reply from work!]

Mina was at her clinic shift as usual. Today's not-so-work-related activities involved starting a flamewar with some Dracula fanfic writers about how they were doing it wrong.

She really didn't like how some of them portrayed her. She was not an obstacle to Jonathan and the Count's undying love, okay?

You may poke the vampire at the clinic front desk as you like. She may give you an earful about silly people on the internet, however.

[ooc: OCD free, answering all pings after work!]

Mina was at the clinic again, happily going about her clinic duties, on her normal clinic shift.

Perhaps you'd like to stop in to the clinic for some clinical care.

[ooc: idek. Open and OCD free.]

Mina had the clinic on standby for people who accidentally stabbed their date attaching a lapel flower or twisted an ankle dancing.

And yes, there was a bowl of condoms on the front desk with a 'Take One' sign next to it. If you could stand the raised eyebrow and piercing gaze of Mina Murray as you took one.

She'd have fun with that, really.

[ooc: OCD free, open, answer all tags when I'm off work!]

Mina wasn't treating this revitalized propriety as a regression. More a return to her moral center.

And yes, she had been avoiding Nathan since returning to the island. Or... really just about everyone. She was just coming to terms with what had happened. She'd return to being properly sociable this weekend.

For now, she could be found behind the front desk of the clinic, ready to help you with your boo-boos.

[ooc: OCD free, I'm fleeing to work, I will reply to each and every tag when I get home!]

Mina had been keeping to herself since the incident on the trip to the Bahamas.

She dared not even go do inventory today. She sat alone at the front desk and the other staff thankfully kept their distance.

[ooc: Short post is short, but I will be more than happy to answer any tags after work! OCD free and open]

Mina was at the clinic for her regular shift that day. She did her inventory and filing duties, and then settled in behind the front desk with a novel she'd found in one of the lockers.

A copy of Dusk in fact.

Please pay no attention to any giggles that may be coming from the prim and proper lady sitting at the front desk.

[ooc: Open, OCD free, I'm around because I'm home sick, blargh.]

Mina Murray sat at the front desk of the clinic, boggled by a simple game's deviation of typical perspective. Yes, she was playing a computer game. Sooner or later, she'd be buying a kindle and iPhone and all the other devices she had so easily scorned. She was starting to see the appeal. Slowly but surely.

Oh, and she'd help anyone with medical needs, if they walked in.

[ooc: OCD first. Open and stuff.]

Mina's shift at the clinic today was punctuated by her, well... attempting to squash the snow angels that she spotted.

"This is supposed to be a sterile area!" she'd shout, having seemingly lost her temper.

It was also possible she just was losing fondness of the holiday times. Not that she'd admit that.

[Flying OCD free. Come one, come all.]

Mina was trying to be droll about the fact she kept discovering Christmas ornaments in drawers at the clinic today.

Trying.

She normally did not have much holiday cheer. This was only beginning to aggravate her.

Give her enough agitation, and she might just shout 'humbug'.

But for now, she was behind the front desk at the clinic, ready to help you in case you'd accidentally stepped on a Christmas ornament.

[ooc: OCD free, I'll interact with anyone who comes once I get home from work!]

Twas the day before Halloween, and all through the clinic, not a creature was stirring because... Mina had gathered all the equipment for an inventory and there weren't any patients. The other staff seemed to be having a little Halloween work party, but she did not partake. For one, she was not in costume. Two, she found most of those colleagues disagreeable. Three, there was work to do. The others may feel the need to slack off, but Mina was ever diligent.

You could find her behind the front desk, if you came in.

[ooc: the OCD is off doing the Monster Mash. Open!]

Mina was not too worried about working hard today. The town was quiet, so the likelihood of injury or worse was very small.

Instead, she occupied her time with playing Parcheesi on the internet.

[ooc: Open, OCD free!]

Completely unaware there was a visitor coming for her, Mina worked her clinic shift as normal. Filing, supply sorting, paperwork finishing, the like.

Usual tedium, really. She was honestly very much considering a change in profession. She just was not sure what.

[ooc: Open, OCD free.]

Good on her word, Mina was spending her hours at the clinic today stalking the internet.

And making comments on vampire fan forums.

Because being a troll was surprisingly fun.

Oh, Mina.

[ooc: The OCD has been sucked dry. Open!]

Mina worked hard today at the clinic. Busied herself amongst doing the inventory, and other clerical duties.

Busy work to distract the mind, really.

[ooc: Open and OCD free.]

Mina settled into her clinic shift, pleased to have work to do. There was research to be done, inventory to catalog, and... she was weaning herself off her little clinic secret.

Which might have been a bad idea, but now that she'd told Martha, it seemed like the missing supplies would draw notice.

[ooc: OCD free. Mina is here to fix your boo-boos.]

Mina Harker busied herself with her clinic work, making sure to have all the fliers about teen pregnancy and STDs very visible in the lobby.

[ooc: Open and OCD-less. I totally spaced, sorry. Forgive me, it's my birthday?]

Mina worked hard at the clinic, and today was no exception. Though she did make the time to read through an annotated report on her report that the League higher-ups had sent her. She paused when the report included a photo of herself and her former husband.

She certainly saw no reason for them to include it.

She stared at it for a few moments, then promptly tossed it in one of the waste bins. A painful reminder shouldn't be kept around, she thought.

[ooc: The OCD ran away with the dish and the spoon. I'll be around later, and SP is love, but feel free to mod your medical care!]

Mina Harker was getting very funny looks from the staff today. Mainly because she was wearing quite ill fitting chain mail instead of her normal clothing. She also refused to say why she wasn't in her normal clothes (as having borrowed them from the man she'd been sleeping with the past 36 hours or so did not seem a proper thing to say, even in her mood). The other part was that she kept ducking into a supply closet and coming out minutes later with red smudges on her lips that she'd keep, well, licking clean.

She was, quite indeed, completely overwhelmed by her lack of control. But at least she wasn't hurting anyone.

[ooc: Slow getting up, so... OCD free!]

Mina Harker was drafting a copy of her report to the League today. While it made her look like she was doing real clinic work, she did have a pang of guilt for doing outside business during her shift.

It was hard to come up with a report that didn't make her seem totally insane, or at the very least a fabricator of lies.

Mina sighed. If she was unable to present a proper report, she feared that they would remove her from this position in the future. That was a possibility she did not wish to consider.

[ooc: OCD free. Very Open. See notes as to availability on Covent Garden or Pop Star class.]

Mina began her shift at the clinic and settled in to help anyone who needed medical attention.

[ooc: OCD free, because I... forgot to post this before I got to work and am barely getting the time to post right now.]

Mina opened up the clinic in a sadly boring and uninteresting way, today.

[ooc: OCD free. See note in the Covent Garden post as to my availability.]

When 'Mina' stepped into the clinic today, all the other staff stared.

She was in what was her normal fighting outfit.

Only now the neckline plunged all the way to her navel, giving anyone seeing her front a pretty decent view of, well, almost a good half of her bosom.

Anyone behind her would see that it was similarly cut. It... even showed a little butt cleavage.

She wore an eyepatch, heart-shaped, and was barking orders to people in a terrible Russian accent.

Since most of the staff knew she was actually capable of doing some bodily harm, they just went along with it.

Then, 'Mina' sat down at the front desk, to make sure anyone who needed medical assistance today really did need medical assistance.

[ooc: Yeah, Mina is Molotov C**ktease today. I... yeeeeah. OCD first, please. Open!]