After two nights sleeping sitting up in Efferton Manor, Elliot's bed felt like heaven. But she couldn't stay in it too long; she had to get back to the clinic to relieve Stark. After just a few hours rest, she made it back to the clinic and started flipping through charts to see which patients had stayed the night. It seemed like there were a lot ( Read more... )

After a close call on his way from the apartment down to the clinic, Wilson came dashing into the clinic sans his usual latte ( Read more... )

Granny set up her cauldron on the desk and started brewing up a potion to treat the Mauve Plague*. It was always best to be prepared.

Once the cauldron was safely bubbling, she went to check on the patients.

*A distant and much more serious cousin of the Black Plague.

::storms in, slightly upset, immorrisday not far behind::

::slams a crumpled "medicinal marijuana" license on whatever reception desk is handy::

Fuckin' DOG LICENSE?!

::crosses arms, huffs::

[ooc: see HERE for the incidents leading up to this.]

::arrives outside the clinic with immorrisday::

::the two converse (i.e Jay talks a lot while Bob nods)::

::takes a deep breath, and walks inside::

::bites down on the Alka-Seltzer in his mouth, which therefore begins to foam and froth and spray::

::flails overdramatically::