Thursday Clinic Hours

[death_n_binky]

*DEATH and Binky are sitting at the reception desk with a deck of cards laid out into what appears to be a game of Solitaire. Periodically, Binky nudges DEATH on the shoulder, nickering softly.*

I DO NOT THINK I AM NECESSARILY SUITED TO THIS GAME.

*Binky snorts in response.*

DEATH is in. And needs some activity. Go injure yourselves, or bring curry.