Being an Igorina wasn't going to keep Igor away from the clinic. He did have the devil's own time convincing the nurses that he was supposed to be there, though.

Even with Fandom's rich and varied history of weird-ass happenings, they were having trouble accepting that, no matter what he might look like, he was Igor.

Igor was deeply uneasy as he opened the clinic this morning, and he spent a great deal of time making sure everything he might need was ready to go.

He'd seen no sign of them - yet - but it felt like the flaming torches had arrived.

Igor was disturbingly cheerful as he walked into the clinic on Thursday evening ( Read more... )

Igor wandered into the clinic Thursday evening, looking slightly distracted.

The nurses decided not to ask.

Igor was exploring the possibilities inherent in an expanded island, which would be why he didn't arrive to the clinic until the evening ( Read more... )

Igor arrived at the clinic in the evening, looking miserable. His ears were blocked, his nose was blocked, and his throat was aching. Poor Igor had a cold.

Luckily, he had a tried and true method of dealing with these sorts of things. He was in the exam room, carefully replacing his nose with a new one.

He'd already changed his ears.

Igor had things to do today, so he didn't show up until the evening shift.

The oddly lumpy bag (that occasionally moved) was enough to send the nurses out into the night.

When Igor arrived at the clinic Sunday morning, he found several humongous and hairy spiders lurking inside the doors ( Read more... )

Igor was deeply engrossed in piecing together some small and odd looking pieces of...Actually, it's probably better to think of them simply as pieces.

The nurses were very happy to see the back of him come evening time.

The doors to the clinic were partially blocked by unconscious seagulls and random piles of feathers. They'd hit the glass when Igor had dashed inside.

He was back in one of the exam rooms, reattaching his finger; he'd had to wrestle it away from a seagull.