Fandom Town Emergency Clinic

Coming into the clinic after teaching his class, Ronan was looking a little more alert and ready for the day -- although that may have simply been the three cups of coffee he drank between the school gates and the clinic doors.

Either way, the wizard was in, for all your healing needs!

[OCD-free; at work through the afternoon and at Mum's for dinner; will pick up pings tonight!]

Yesterday's news had been... disturbing, to say the least. At least Ronan's own abilities were certainly not immediately noticeable, and he was certainly used to hiding things at home -- not that anyone tended to notice things they didn't want to, anyway.

Willful ignorance was a wonderful tool for wizards to exploit.

Still, though, he knew some people who might have more difficulty hiding, so he was pulling a card from Filif's deck and reviewing his old notes on building mochteroof. It had been a few years -- since his time as a student at Fandom, actually -- since he'd built one, but surely if people could use faultless disguises, it would be this week.

Luckily, the notes were all accessible on his computer, so it looked like he was just doing paperwork. Should anyone stop by.

[Definition for mochteroof is available on the list here; essentially it's a half-construct half-illusion costume that fools the basic five senses, and probably a few more. Ronan can build one if someone needs one -- and, say, wants to hide some unexpected wings.]

Ronan had the brood with him in the clinic today, Caled and Peach especially under his watch with no other parents handy to keep an eye on them. (Peach had called Carmela, but she was busy... elsewhere and not in a position to come back, unfortunately).

Mostly, if you came by the clinic today, it was a little noisier than usual, but at least the kids were of an age to entertain themselves.

[Open and OCD-free! At work and AFK for a couple of hours, but around all evening.]

Upon arriving in the clinic today, Ronan stopped in the doorway, looking around in confusion.

"... Weren't those flowers red last week?"

One of the nurses discreetly tucked a paintbrush, dripping white paint, into a closet, not that Ronan noticed.

[... IDEK. Open and OCD-free!]

When Ronan arrived in the clinic on Monday morning, he: was visibly exhausted; was favoring his right ankle; had a bruise developing on his left cheek; had several scratches on his forearms; and his healer's scars on both hands were red and fresh, as if they'd been opened several times over the last few days.

And he was grinning. Someone had had a good week, even if he hadn't been in Rio like most of the island.

The clinic was open and ready to serve you! Don't mind Ronan, he'll just be over here accelerating his own healing.

[Open and OCD-free!]

The first thing Ronan does when he gets into the clinic Monday morning is make sure that they are well-stocked with condoms. The second is to make sure that there is a large basket, filled to overflowing, for anyone who wants to come for them.

... The third is, admittedly, to grab a few for himself. It's not that he's planning anything, but this does seem the time to be prepared!

The clinic is open. And well-supplied.

[OCD-free!]

Ronan slides into work just on time, still smiling from doing radio. Of course, he's not smiling as soon as he gets a text message.

He stares at his phone for a moment, then -- after sending off a quick request to the cats at Grand Central -- fires off a text in response: Let me know if he needs a healer. I can get there in ten minutes. -R

The clinic is open, but Ronan is perhaps a little distracted.

[OCD-free!]

Ronan was looking a little better after a week's rest -- and a week's food. Despite a certain remaining gauntness, he was moving easily, wasn't so quickly tired, and had regained some of the mass he'd lost fueling his spells during the battle with the Auditors.

And he'd finally managed to get Twitter working on his phone.

@downwithgrenfelzing: @callahann Want a guest for the holiday? Not up to going home.

"Hey, Neets," Ronan said, when his call connected. He was at the front desk -- a little late, maybe, but he was distracted enough that he'd half-forgotten what day it was -- with coffee, worry in his voice.

The number of wizards back home kept going down; he was afraid to check for names of people he knew, at this point, but between the problems he'd heard about with the Causeway and his concerns with his own spells given the way the universe was falling apart, he hadn't yet figured out a way to go home and a) check or b) help.

Not to mention, if anywhere was going to figure this out, it was Fandom, and he couldn't help if he'd vanished with his home universe, right?

(If you read that for rationalising, well, you'd only be half-wrong.)

"Yeah, no, I'm just calling to check in," he said, smiling that at least she was still around to talk to. "Wondering how things are going for you. ( Any problems lately? )

Much happier after his phone call -- Nita was still around, at least, and he had a way to get home that was safer than trying to make the jump himself. Now to make it through the day.

[Open and OCD-free!]

Ronan, surprisingly, wasn't on the phone when he walked into the clinic on Monday morning. He was instead clutching his laptop and a handful of thin, flimsy sheets of something that looked not quite like plastic, characters in the Speech scrolling across them.

Someone had just received packages from seven different universities on this side of the galaxy -- now to decide what to do with them.

Ronan was a little distracted during the day, trying to organise a portal up to New York to catch an outgoing worldgate to the Crossings. "No, no, not that Grand Central," he bitched, "that's the wrong New York. I need one without ambulatory dolphins.

"No, contemporary dinosaurs are not an acceptable substitute!"

The clinic was open, but you might be better served by the nurses.


[I am around for a short while, but unless you're up for extreme SP, you probably want to mod the nurses. OCD-free!]

Ronan was his laptop today at the front desk, alternating between staring at the screen and typing a few words. "Remind me," he said aloud, to no one in particular, "to never again offer to present a paper on the intersection between Terrestrial mythology and the poetry of Am'r. I don't even like Am'ric poetry."

Please, someone. Come in and distract him. A severed limb would be nice!


[Open and OCD-free! I may be slow-ish at times because I'm trying to write a paper, but it's not like I'm having any more luck with it than Ronan is.]

Ronan was whistling as he sauntered into the clinic on Monday, coffee for the nurses in one hand and tea for himself in the other. "And how were your weekends?" he asked cheerfully.

Perhaps, he decided, the nurses glaring at him, he'd have been better not to ask.

[Open and OCD-free!]

By the time Ronan made it into the clinic, the nurses had already made a list of all the materials that needed restocking, filled up anything missing in the exam rooms, and sat down at the front desk to wait impatiently for his arrival.

The coffee and muffins he brought in did little to mollify their ire.

[Open and OCD-free! Late because apparently my mother's wireless network is psychotic and decided not to let my laptop on for, oh, several hours. For no obvious reason.]

Ronan had coffee in hand for the nurses when he made it to the clinic -- a little later than normal, perhaps, but hopefully the coffee would soothe any tempers.


[OCD-free; would have been up earlier, but my errands today ran considerably later than expected when I ended up with an interview that got me hired on the spot. ;) YAY JOB.]

It being Ronan's first shift back, he made sure to explore through the clinic and make note of any changes -- where things were stored, what kind of condition the files were in and whether they needed to be tidied, how the stock was in the exam rooms.

In deference to long-standing tradition, he was drinking spicy hot chocolate, although he'd brought coffee for the nurses.

Ronan had a notebook with him today, and he was scribbling madly in it -- big whorls and arcs of characters in the speech, each half-written, no more than a suggestion of a concept. Spells, he was writing, or ideas for spells; he'd probably be startled if you came in, so focused was he.

But he was there, for all your clinic needs.

Ronan arrived just barely in time for his shift, his spell popping him back to Fandom just outside the clinic. And if there was a particularly happy smile on his face, well.

He'd had a good evening.

[Flying OCD-free today!]

It was a very satisfied Ronan around for the day shift today; he whistled as he moved around the rooms, tidying up any last few things that had been missed.

When he finally settled at the front desk, his smile was just as wide, especially when he noticed the extra baskets of condoms that had been set out. He grabbed a few extra for himself; it never hurt to have more on hand, after all.

[I should be around for the day, barring a run out for food at one point, and probably a trip to the gym. OCD-free!]

There was no singing this week, and for that Ronan was grateful as he bustled around the clinic. He did see the notes that there'd been two visitors the day before, and was glad that it hadn't seemed to be anything too serious -- nothing, at least, that would require them to still be there.

It meant, with any luck, an easy day for him before he headed off to Fight Club.

[I'll be around off-and-on through the afternoon, and should be around all evening!]

Yesterday had been ... productive. Ronan busied himself around the clinic, whistling to himself, enjoying the day and looking forward to the next.

And to Fight Club that evening, too!

Ronan had a new toy with him in the clinic today, courtesy his parents. It had taken a couple of extra days to arrive, unfortunately, so he'd not had it for his birthday, but it was here now!

An observant passerby might notice that the 'apple-with-a-bite' logo... wasn't quite. What with how it was lacking the whole bite part.

There were strange sounds coming from the front desk today: sounds of joy, of laughter, of amazement, as Ronan explored everything he could do with an up-to-date laptop. With a few extra functions.

With the signs he'd seen for the new Fight Club, Ronan was most curious and had decided to attend. Which meant he made absolutely certain to make it in for the day shift this particular Sunday, and depending on how things went, perhaps for most Sundays in the foreseeable future.

That said, he was in for the day shift, and was puttering around. (And preparing a kit with a few supplies that he thought he'd bring by the Fight Club. Just in case.)