Ronan was, mostly, only peripherally aware of the things happening on the island. He'd missed the town hall meeting the day before, and wasn't one to listen to radio. Still, it was hard to miss that they'd moved -- again -- and things in the back of his head had him more than a little on edge ( Read more... )

After a night spent picking stray bits of kelp the storm had blown in out of her collections of medical journals and stuffed animals, Elliot took a long, long long shower. Satisfied she no longer smelled fishy, she went to open the clinic ( Read more... )

Stark had managed to avoid being hit by any flung fish on his way from the school into town, and he'd found a raft and a non-fish-flinging merperson to get him across the water. The fact that Stark did not know how to swim made the experience a slightly terrifying one, and he'd spent the entirety of the raft trip holding on for dear life and ( Read more... )

Doogie didn't have the benefit of an angelic transport service or the entrance music, woe!, so he had to take his trusty float to get to the clinic. To say that he was thankful that the clinic was dry land would be an understatement, and by the time he'd finished checking on Ami and Liz, he was almost dried off himself.

All hail angelic transport service ( Read more... )

Neither the hotel or the clinic were flooded, but the ground in between was underwater, and Christian was forced to take a raft to get to the clinic that morning. Now he was really wishing he had the Boatox. Also, salt water was hell on his expensive designer shoes.

It was Friday, so Natalie was, of course, in the clinic. She made a quick round of the patients, then settled in at the front desk with her laptop and lab journal.

[I am currently in a hotel somewhere outside of Chicago, with most of my immediate family in tow. As a result? I must be sociable. Will try to pick up any pings in a couple of hours, ( Read more... )

Christian made a check of the patients when he arrived in the clinic that morning. A feedting tube and catheter had been added to Ami's IV since she wasn't showing any signs of awakening any time soon.

For no apparent reason he started thinking of Ava Moore and how she had seduced his son Matt. He wondered why that had popped into his mind.

Doogie was stationed at the front desk making lists of all of his belongings that he could think of. If the rain kept up the way it was, his apartment was going to be under water soon, and he could only duct tape so many things to the ceiling before that stopped being worth the effort.

Christian got beeped by the nurse when Alanna didn't show up for her shift. Grumbling, he headed down to the clinic to open it up for the morning.

[ooc: Thursdays can be busy for me, so slowplay is your friend.]