The clinic was a mess ( Read more... )

Natalie arrived at the clinic as close to six as possible, taking great care to keep to the shadows and out of the direct sunlight. There was a busy air about the clinic; the energy and goodwill generated by Janet's 'Chosen One Blood Drive' still lingered, almost palpable. Nat was sure something else was going to happen -- something had to, to save ( Read more... )

Exam room 1, one vampire. Exam room 2, evidence of a blood drive. Christian snagged some leftover cookies and juice and settled in his chair, flipping through a report on new innovations in breast implants.

After a visit to the mainland and getting caught in a traffic jam from HELL, Christian hurridly opened up the clinic and checked up on Angel, who seemed to be doing better than he was last week.

Trevor made his way into the clinic, stopping in the doorway for a moment as he tried to figure out where the pleasing scent was coming from. When he couldn't place it right away, he shook his head and came inside, getting himself set up for the evening.

Janet's up and at the clinic early in the morning. She's not particularly awake yet. She wouldn't even mind if you bugged her about non-clinic business, but first she's going to check up on the paperwork and see who's around.

OOC: I have a kidlet on hand, so will be on and offline depending on if he's willing to play in the room with the ( Read more... )

The smell of the Christmas Blend was filling the reception area and Wilson was kicked back in his chair contemplating stringing lights around the whole area...and maybe a tree.

Not that he celebrated the specific Christmas Holiday don't ask how he can know about Phale and Crowley and not, it would just break the poor mun's brain to work that one ( Read more... )

The passage of air was LOUD today and Wilson moved very, very carefully in an attempt to keep the air as still as possible. He was late opening the Clinic not because he was late getting *to* the Clinic but because he was moving very slowly…in the hope of keeping the air really quiet ( Read more... )

Wilson was still tired and in all honesty, he expected to be through the holiday weekend. He was physically run into the ground -hey, Fandom might be a relatively small island but you trying running all up and down those hills particularly hauling Angel's muscular ass around- and as for emotionally ( Read more... )

*DEATH, returning from a visit to The Fourth Sin, appears to be a bit preoccupied. He seems to be doodling on a bit of paper and then scribbling notes intermittently. The duck which he left on the desk seems to have very opinionated about whatever he is drawing.*

((OOC: DEATH!mun is going to bed. Think of DEATH as the strong, silent type for the ( Read more... )