WHO: Ba'ast [
piratebaast] and Rivelata's Escalator, McCoy [
adoctornotamuse]
WHAT: BA'AST NEEDS A CHECK-UP. :| Among other things.
WHERE: AT THE CLINIC.
WHEN: Backdated to yesterday, uh. Afternooneveningish.
She'd put this off far too long. Her wings were much too tender for her liking; she hadn't quite gotten used to putting so much clothing on, and couldn't count the times she'd pulled fabric up too far and too quickly to ram into the base of her wings.
She rubbed her neck as she entered the clinic, pushing the pesky fabric of her scarf aside with an irritated sigh. Tracking the doctor down was an easy enough task. He was a common enough visitor to the clinic that he practically lived there, as far as the others were concerned. They were able to pinpoint his whereabouts within a matter of minutes.
It wasn't very long at all before Ba'ast entered his room and shut the door behind her, casting a wary glance about the room for any lingerers.
"Leonard," she called, lowering her gaze to her modest knee-length red dress. Ugh, she hated this.