and the stream runs in circles from the chasm to the core
Who: MULTIPLE THREADS! Expected: there are some plans. Unexpected: how would I know?
When: Right after this-with flexibility. All sparked by this after this.
Where: The Clinic
Format: [hates choosing] Whatever I start with, do your own thing!
What: Tonks visitations. Lupin's return. Shirley in da house. Trepkos the Grouch. AND MORE.
Warnings: Ow ow ow ow ouch.
Notes: I have a mental image of the Clinic layout that I've been shamelessly putting into effect. If this is causing anyone problems, stop me! I didn't build the place.
~ and the sun comes in tears 'cause the gardener did not find you
will you bloom bright and fierce? will you know you don't need him anymore? ~
A slow day at the Clinic.
The front passageway only lightly monitored and traffic-free.
The staircases do not creak. One of the unofficial upstairs occupants hasn't been here in a week. The other…?
Most of the beds in the long, high-ceiling and windowed intensive treatment area are empty. The on-call staff is off duty. The regular staff is sparse.
Of the long-term cases' private rooms, only two are occupied. One door is open: though the formerly burned man in the wheelchair is not at his usual post in the courtyard.
The other door is closed, but will be thrown open soon.
A very slow day at the Clinic. When one chosen-family's crisis can take centre stage.
When: Right after this-with flexibility. All sparked by this after this.
Where: The Clinic
Format: [hates choosing] Whatever I start with, do your own thing!
What: Tonks visitations. Lupin's return. Shirley in da house. Trepkos the Grouch. AND MORE.
Warnings: Ow ow ow ow ouch.
Notes: I have a mental image of the Clinic layout that I've been shamelessly putting into effect. If this is causing anyone problems, stop me! I didn't build the place.
~ and the sun comes in tears 'cause the gardener did not find you
will you bloom bright and fierce? will you know you don't need him anymore? ~
A slow day at the Clinic.
The front passageway only lightly monitored and traffic-free.
The staircases do not creak. One of the unofficial upstairs occupants hasn't been here in a week. The other…?
Most of the beds in the long, high-ceiling and windowed intensive treatment area are empty. The on-call staff is off duty. The regular staff is sparse.
Of the long-term cases' private rooms, only two are occupied. One door is open: though the formerly burned man in the wheelchair is not at his usual post in the courtyard.
The other door is closed, but will be thrown open soon.
A very slow day at the Clinic. When one chosen-family's crisis can take centre stage.