After class, Ronan made his way down to the clinic, settling in at the desk with a notepad while he tried to figure out what the hell he wanted to teach for the next term.

... He'd come up with something eventually. Meanwhile, he was at the desk if you needed assistance!

[OCD-free! SP until about 4PM Eastern.]

Coming into the clinic after teaching his class, Ronan was looking a little more alert and ready for the day -- although that may have simply been the three cups of coffee he drank between the school gates and the clinic doors.

Either way, the wizard was in, for all your healing needs!

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Well, Ronan had a house guest -- more of a housemate, really -- and that was awesome. Because EMMA. Maybe he'd get to see Jack a little more frequently, too ( Read more... )

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Ronan had the brood with him in the clinic today, Caled and Peach especially under his watch with no other parents handy to keep an eye on them. (Peach had called Carmela, but she was busy... elsewhere and not in a position to come back, unfortunately ( Read more... )

Huh, Ronan thought. Prom was this coming weekend.

Time to check the clinic's supply of condoms. Although Fandom did usually supply its own particular variety of birth control after prom, there was no harm in being doubly (or perhaps even trebly) prepared.

[Open and OCD-free!]

Upon arriving in the clinic today, Ronan stopped in the doorway, looking around in confusion.

"... Weren't those flowers red last week?"

One of the nurses discreetly tucked a paintbrush, dripping white paint, into a closet, not that Ronan noticed.

[... IDEK. Open and OCD-free!]

Ronan was at the front desk on time, today, not showing up with a bang of displaced air or shedding oddly coloured dust.

Instead, he was listening to the weekend's radio podcast and giggling his arse off.

The wizard is in; don't mind the laughter.

[Open and OCD-free!]

When Ronan arrived in the clinic on Monday morning, he: was visibly exhausted; was favoring his right ankle; had a bruise developing on his left cheek; had several scratches on his forearms; and his healer's scars on both hands were red and fresh, as if they'd been opened several times over the last few days ( Read more... )