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The bunting was gone by the time Will made his way into the clinic. Well, mostly. Some of it was in Stabby's tank, and he seemed to be making something with it.

"Hand-crab-ted decorations," one of the nurses explained. "Stabby's going to sell them on SeaBay."

"It's environmentally-conscious, since he's repurposing old decorations," added another.

Will wasn't sure this was going to be all that profitable a venture, but then again, what did he know about this kind of thing?
doctorgingerspice: (oh come on)
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Will had no idea why whatever the pollen did to people seemed to have skipped over him, but he wasn't actually complaining. He didn't have a girlfriend at the moment, and he really wasn't a hookups kinda guy.

Unfortunately, the staff at the clinic were definitely affected, judging by the giggling and occasional moan coming from one of the supply closets.

Also-

"What's he up to?" Will asked, nodding toward's Stabby's (once again uncovered) tank as he put out another bowl of free condoms.

"Looking for hookups on Grouper. Sea creature Tinder," the nurse added, before Will could ask.

"Why not just Plentyoffish?"

"That's only for human- or human-passing- types," the nurse shook their head. Obviously, Will. Come on.
doctorgingerspice: (huh)
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When Will arrived at the clinic, there was a blanket draped over Stabby's tank and a sign taped to the front that read "TOO CRABBY TO WORK"

"He has a job?" Will wondered.

"Of course," one of the nurses answered. "You didn't think he volunteered his time here, did you?"

"No, but-"

"You're the one signing his paycheques, Doctor."

"His-" Will rubbed at the bridge of his nose. "What does a crab even need regular income for."

The nurse shrugged. "Investments."

"Investments?"

"Yeah. In seafood stock."

You know what? Fine. Will was not going to be the one to break it to anyone that those words probably did not mean what they thought they meant.
doctorgingerspice: (oh come on)
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Stabby's friends had gone home, apparently, as he was once again alone in his tank today. One of the nurses was apparently deep in consultation with him, though, as they discussed something open on the nurse's laptop.

"SeaBay," one of the other nurses supplied.

"What?"

"Stabby's selling his paintings on SeaBay," they elaborated.

"SeaBay," Will echoed. "Of course." He went to sit down, but- "There's a cat in my chair."

"Yeah. That's unrelated."
doctorgingerspice: (oh come on)
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Well, on the bright side, at least Will could actually enter the clinic today. There was no apple-created force field keeping him away.

On the less bright side, as soon as he stepped through the door he was very nearly beaned in the head with a small plastic replica of the Eiffel tower. And was that... music from a well-known musical set in 19th century France? Where was it even coming from?

Will stared at Stabby's tank, which was piled up to one side with-

"It's a barricade," explained one of the nurses.

"What for? He's already in a tank. There's walls." And where did he get that many tiny chairs, anyway?

The nurse just shrugged. The clinic was open, and singing the song of angry crabs.
doctorgingerspice: (confused)
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Today when Will came into the clinic, everyone had bagels.

Yes, even Stabby.

"... Didn't he have onion rings yesterday?"

"Yeah," one of the nurses said with a shrug, handing Will a bagel. "Theme week."

"Theme week," Will said, reaching for the cream cheese that was also out on the front desk. Free food was free food. "What's the theme? Circular foods?"

"Obviously."
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Stabby's hat from yesterday was gone when Will came in today, and in its place was-

"- A cane?" Will frowned at the tank. "Why does a crab need a cane?"

"He's feeling old," one of the nurses supplied.

Will considered that. Will also considered the nurse, narrowing his eyes at them. "Do you- speak crab?" he asked.

"What? No. Of course not."
doctorgingerspice: (Default)
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"Should crabs even have pop?" Will asked dubiously, peering at the tank. Where Stabby was apparently enjoying a bottle of dream-flavoured Coca-cola.

"Who am I kidding?" Will shook his head. "He had wine the other day, pop's probably fine."
doctorgingerspice: (eyeroll)
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"... Is that embroidery?" Will asked, peering into Stabby's tank at whatever the heck he was working on.

"Cross-stitch," corrected one of the nurses, super judgily.

"Sorry," Will held up his hands in mock surrender. "My bad."

Too bad he didn't know enough about this kind of stuff to be able to point out that cross-stitch was embroidery.
doctorgingerspice: (huh)
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Honestly, sometimes Will felt like half the reason he came in to work these days was to see what the hell was up with the crab.

The answer to which today was he had a sticker affixed to the top left corner of his tank that read "TODAY I FEEL _____" and someone (presumably one of the nurses) had written 'STABBY'.

"Why am I not surprised?" Will asked.
doctorgingerspice: (skeptical)
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All of the chairs in the lobby had mysteriously turned into crab chairs overnight.

"Why?" Will asked.

"Carcinization," shrugged one of the nurses.

Will shot Stabby a suspicious side-eye. Stabby just clacked his claws back at Will.
doctorgingerspice: (o rly?)
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Guess who had a cheeseburger in his tank today at the clinic?

Well, there was only one being in the clinic who regularly inhabited a tank- though to be fair, maybe one or more of the nurses lived in a tank. They're NPCs, it's never actually been established if they're all human. But the point was, there was only one tank at the clinic, which was Stabby's, and it had a cheeseburger.

"Are those approved for crabs?" he asked one of the nurses, remembering halfway through his question that they had no idea, having not wanted to do the research into crab diets.

"Oh, they're invisible ninja cheeseburgers," the nurse replied. "You don't question them."

"If I can see it, how's it invisible?"

"Because they're invisible until they're not," the nurse explained. "Case in point."

"Wh- gah!" there had not been a platter of cheeseburgers on the counter before. Now there was.

The clinic is open… and cheeseburger-filled. Apparently.
doctorgingerspice: (looking closely)
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Honestly, by this point Will thought he was more or less used to coming in to the clinic and finding something new in Stabby's tank. Surely nothing could surprise him anymore, right?

Wrong.

"It's the stabophone," one of the nurses said, clearly expecting Will to get the reference. "You know? Ring ring ring, ring ring ring ring, Stabophone?"

"Cellular, modular, interactivodular?" one of the other nurses tried.

"It's no baloney," chimed in a third.

Will was fairly certain that 'stabophone' was not in the original lyrics, but the nurses were having none of it.

Fandom Clinic, Tuesday

Tuesday, July 5th, 2022 07:09 am
doctorgingerspice: (slight eyebrow raise)
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When Will walked into the clinic, he was expecting something new to be going on with Stabby. When it wasn't (other than one of the nurses informing him that his full name was, in fact, Stabastian Stabbington VIII), he was... kind of disappointed, to be honest?

"It's gonna be a long day," he predicted, directing this comment at Stabby. "You ready for it?"
doctorgingerspice: (o rly?)
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Today, in the further adventures of Stabby...

The crab once again had the Pride flag in one claw. In the other-

"Who let it have the knife back?" Will asked with a sigh. Shrugs all around. Seemed no one wanted to admit to it.

At least inside the tank, all it could do was tap the glass menacingly.

... Wait, was that morse code?
doctorgingerspice: (listening)
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There was a sign on the crab's tank today that read "PLEASE feed the crab".

"What do crabs even eat?" Will wondered even as he pulled out his phone to take a look.

"We were hoping you would know," admitted one of the nurses.

"Google is free," Will reminded them, holding up his phone so they could see the search results.
doctorgingerspice: (confused)
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Well, on the bright side, the clinic did not smell like old seafood. On the not so bright side...


"Do Not Stabby Crabby Open Inside?" Will read, squinting in confusion at the sign. "What does that even me- auuugh!"

"... Oh. That's what that means."

Fandom Clinic, Tuesday

Tuesday, June 7th, 2022 06:57 am
doctorgingerspice: (looking down)
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It was now routine to give a quick check of the exam rooms when Will arrived on shift. Not to check for patients- any of those would be outlined on the charts, but to check for gremlins, since they apparently had one that liked to come and cause trouble every once and a while.

Not today, though. Today it was just one of the nurses going around telling everyone else "if you've got time to gab, you've got time for crab." and handing out crab's legs.

"... What." Will said, staring at the one he'd just been handed. "I'm pretty sure this isn't sanitary."

[ooc: idek, guys.]

Fandom Clinic, Tuesday

Tuesday, May 31st, 2022 07:28 am
doctorgingerspice: (looking down)
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It was a busy day at the clinic today. Not because of any patients (at least not yet), but because instead of the twenty boxes of supplies arriving on one rickshaw, apparently there were twenty rickshaws with one box each.

"Why?" he groaned, after box number fifteen showed up. "Just... why."

Fandom Clinic, Tuesday

Tuesday, May 24th, 2022 07:34 am
doctorgingerspice: (looking closely)
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Today, Will wasn't dealing with gremlin shenanigans, or excess shipments, or endless paperwork!

Nope, today he was burying himself in reading case studies for an upcoming CME. Very exciting.

... If you were a total nerd.

Fandom Clinic, Tuesday

Tuesday, May 17th, 2022 08:00 am
doctorgingerspice: (eyeroll)
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There were no gremlins occupying any of the rooms today. Which Will supposed was a good thing. Except that at least when there was a gremlin problem that meant there was something to do.

Besides paperwork.

There was plenty of paperwork to do. Somehow.

He settled in behind the front desk and got to work on going through a stack of said paperwork. Just another Tuesday.

Fandom Clinic, Tuesday

Tuesday, May 10th, 2022 07:00 am
doctorgingerspice: (oh come on)
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As was his usual routine, Will was checking the exam rooms to make sure everything was in order, when-

"Oh, I'd leave that be if I were you," one of the nurses said, shaking their head as he went towards Exam Two.

"Don't tell me," Will deadpanned. "There's a gremlin again."

He didn't wait for an answer, just pushed the door open and-

There was a gremlin. Again. Only this time instead of being surrounded by apples it was on a gurney hooked up to- "Is that a saline drip?"

"Like we were going to argue with a gremlin?" the nurse who'd tried to warn him away pointed out.

"Good point," Will agreed, shutting the door.

The clinic was open! Although exam two was, once again, off-limits.

Fandom Clinic, Tuesday

Tuesday, May 3rd, 2022 07:43 am
doctorgingerspice: (explaining)
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So that... sure had been a week last week, huh? Will didn't know why those people had been so focused on him ~finding love~ again, but he was glad they were gone.

When they'd first arrived, and started cornering him with details about his life they should have no way of knowing, all that anxiety he'd felt during the time the Burkes had been after him came rushing back. But then it had been replaced by that preoccupation with love, which was just weird.

At least things were back to normal, now. Including the nurses all ribbing him for the way he'd acted over the weekend. Sigh.
doctorgingerspice: (i disagree)
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Will was still puzzling over yesterday's mysterious delivery as he came into the clinic for his shift today. Thankfully, there had been no more weird beer left on his doorstep this morning.

He was explaining what had happened, and the theory that maybe someone had been kidnapped, when one of the nurses pointed out Stark hadn't been in for... a while.

Well, great. Now Will felt like a real asshole, 'cause he'd figured the guy had just gone back into space, not been kidnapped by raccoons.
doctorgingerspice: (slight eyebrow raise)
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No gremlins, which was certainly an improvement over last week.

Also not a hell of a lot to do today, since he'd mostly caught up on paperwork for the week.

He was not, however, going to give in to the boredom the way the nurses had and start building towers out of tongue depressors.

"That's definitely not sanitary."

"Oh, don't worry, these are the ones the gremlin was flinging around last week."

Yeah, that was probably even worse. What if there was, like, residual gremlin venom?
doctorgingerspice: (concerned)
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Will arrived at the clinic and started his usual routine of checking each of the exam rooms to make sure they were well-stocked with supplies for the day. He finished the first, and was about to move on to the second-

"Oh, you can't go in there," one of the nurses who'd been working the night shift mentioned.

"What do you mean, I can't go in there?" Will said with a frown, opening the door-

Only to be met with the sight of a gremlin standing in the middle of the floor, surrounded by a circle of apples. The gremlin hissed at him.

Will slowly backed away and closed the door.

"What."

"You know," the nurse shrugged. "An apple a day, and all that?"

"That is not how that works," Will said with a sigh. "Why is it even here if it doesn't want to see a doctor?"

Another shrug. Super helpful.
doctorgingerspice: (slight eyebrow raise)
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Today was technically Will's first day back at the clinic, but he'd super handwavily stopped by the day after he'd gotten back to pick up the paperwork that had piled up in his absence.

And boy, had it. Turns out that while the nurses had been perfectly happy to do all the paperwork necessary to keep the place running while there hadn't been a doctor on staff, once he'd arrived that had become his responsibility.

That he had actually left didn't seem to matter, because he'd come back. Apparently there had even been a betting pool.
doctorgingerspice: (looking down)
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The nurses - or at least, the ones who celebrated Christmas - were still catching each other up on the gossip from their respective celebrations, and Will was...

Will was very emphatically having no part of it. He was trying not to sulk about that fact, but it was hard.

In any case, the clinic is open!
doctorgingerspice: (looking down)
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Will had been extremely relieved to wake up and find out that today was not Friday. That they'd jumped from Friday to Tuesday somehow both made sense and didn't.

The lack of gunshots everywhere was also a relief, no word of a lie.

[ooc: The BDE ran away with the OCD, but the clinic is open!]
doctorgingerspice: (i disagree)
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Last night, just as he'd stepped outside to head back to his hotel room, Will had heard the unmistakable crack of gunshots.

So he'd noped right the fuck out and spent the night not-really-sleeping at the clinic.

Except somehow he'd woken up back in his hotel room this morning.

Stupid time loops.
doctorgingerspice: (interested)
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The marshmallow snow had thrown him for a bit of a loop on his walk over to the clinic, but then again, it wasn't like Will had been here all that long, maybe sometimes the Advent stuff repeated itself, how was he to know?

But then he got to the clinic and his patient, who, when he'd left at shift change last night, had very much been in the sort of condition that merited at least another day or two of bed rest, had just been gone.

So too were any records of him having been in the clinic at all. And the nurses all looked at him like he was crazy when he mentioned having a gunshot wound patient in.

Well, except for the nurse who'd been the one to suggest he do an inventory check in the first place. She just gave him a knowing sort of nod.

The clinic is... open. If confused.
doctorgingerspice: (huh)
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Typically, Will didn't come in to the clinic for more than an hour or so on Fridays, just long enough to check in with the nursing staff, and make sure everyone had time to take a break.

However, yesterday, one of the nurses had been weirdly insistent that today would be a good day for a full inventory of the clinic's supplies.

So here he was, doing counts and checking them off against what the computer said they should have on hand. The clinic is open for what is sure to be a very exciting day of inventory!

[ooc: I'm around, but will be slow during the workday.]
doctorgingerspice: (interested)
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More than once over the last two weeks, Will found himself wondering what determined what would happen on any particular day. After all, the events so far had ranged from whimsical, to weird, to inconvenient-but-in-a-Christmas-themed-way.

Today's didn't seem too bad. Though visually it probably would make more of an impact after sundown.

In any case, the clinic was open!
doctorgingerspice: (x - santa hat)
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There had been a Santa hat on Will's head when he woke up today. Automatically, he'd reached up to pull it off- only to find there was now a hat in his hand and still one on his head.

And that was when Will remembered, oh right, he'd been told about this, the hats that wouldn't go away. So he'd resigned himself to his Santa-hat-clad fate and gone in to open up the clinic.

Shockingly, there were actual patients to see today- nothing too serious, but apparently a couple of NPC island residents had tried a little too hard to take off those Santa hats. Really, you'd think they'd know better.
doctorgingerspice: (concerned)
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Sure enough, Will had found the radio station after poking at the radio app on his phone for a while yesterday (because who actually owned a physical radio these days that wasn't in their car, pfft). And yeah, that was... weird and invasive.

The nursing staff, at leasst, was quick to assure him that while the squirrels had free reign over the lobby, Will's office, and even the supply closet, the actual treatment rooms had been squirrel-proofed.

[ooc: *dusts off ancient rules*]

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