FTEC, Monday Evening

Feb 27, 2006 21:12

As Trevor came into the clinic, he made a face at the unrecognizable smell. Either someone had very strange taste in lunch food, or there was another chemist around who was even more eclectic in their skills than he was.

But, there would be time to investigate that further later. For now, he was certain there were more pressing clinic issues to deal with.

[I don't know if the Danger Shop people want to stick to the post from earlier in the day, but you're welcome here too.]

john crichton, ftec, trevor goodchild, xander harris

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