FTEC, Tuesday Evening, 28 February
Natalie arrived to find the clinic still standing, though the new "rules" posted on the message board seems to indicate there was trouble. Well, that and the ruins of the television still sitting outside where the garbage men have refused to take it to the dump.
Flopping down into her chair, she stopped. Sitting on her desk is the blue mug she drank out of last time she was at the clinic. Had she really forgotten it? "Have to be more careful that that, Nat," she muttered, standing. She took the cup to one of the laboratory sinks and washed it thoroughly, making sure there was no residue of bovine left in the sink. Maybe she really was going to have to learn to drink coffee again; she couldn't afford to be caught "snacking." Upending the cup on a paper towel, she began unpacking her things. Within another few moments, she was busily tapping away at the keyboard.
Flopping down into her chair, she stopped. Sitting on her desk is the blue mug she drank out of last time she was at the clinic. Had she really forgotten it? "Have to be more careful that that, Nat," she muttered, standing. She took the cup to one of the laboratory sinks and washed it thoroughly, making sure there was no residue of bovine left in the sink. Maybe she really was going to have to learn to drink coffee again; she couldn't afford to be caught "snacking." Upending the cup on a paper towel, she began unpacking her things. Within another few moments, she was busily tapping away at the keyboard.