No matter what shape he or the Clinic was in...the clinic was open.

There would be the smell of freshly brewing coffee, the rustle of paperwork and perhaps even some music from the small radio Wilson had taken to keeping around to keep him company during the day.

Doctor on Duty, come bleed or beg coffee!

Wilson yawned as he wandered along the corridor from the apartment towards the clinic proper. He had a cup of coffee in his hand and a couple of medical journals in the other ( Read more... )

Wilson had a large cup of coffee in one hand and was covering a yawn with the other as he gave the door to the clinic a skillful hip check to throw it open. Padding on into House’s office, he set down the coffee and then tucked the keys into his pocket, reaching automatically for the lab coat hanging from the back of the door ( Read more... )

The lights are off in the clinic, so Lisa grabs the key from its hiding place and lets herself in. She looks tired and is carrying a single, huge duffle bag. Throwing it on the floor behind House's desk, she curls up on a cot and tries to fall asleep, instead staring at the ceiling silently.

[OOC: After Lana and Angelus come in, Cuddy pulls a ( Read more... )

He decides to wander in to the clinic after his soaps ( Read more... )

Lisa slinks into the Clinic. Her last three times here have been rather traumitizing, first she made psycho_jackass grow an abnormally large amount of body hair, then she was faced with the jackass new Clinic Security, and then a student who was passed out on the floor.

To keep her mind off of her troubles, she makes a new bulletin board.

( Drinking with Barbossa? No wonder you're hungover! )

[OOC: Post locked because mun is low on energy tonight. House will be on duty (against his will) in the clinic tomorrow night and randomly throughout the weekend for any students/faculty needing his assitance. Thank you!]

After receiving a phone call from Lisa, House abruptly leaves the main area of the clinic (and don't think he's not grateful ( Read more... )

Lisa opens the clinic, immediately refreshes the condom supply outside the door (typical), and goes back to the fridge to check on the gremlin in there. It doesn't appear to have moved, but she pokes it just in case.

"Gremlin? Gremmmmmlin? Hello?"

Satisfied, she puts it back in the fridge and grabs a few signs she made out of her bag.

Free ( Read more... )