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May 12, 2007 00:16

Faye had been busy since she arrived.

She had taken Room 205 and turned it into a makeshift clinic with what supplies she had brought with her, and she had taken Room 207 and made it into her own. Both rooms had boards over the windows, strong ones, and she had fortified the doors as best she could with whatever was at hand.

Then she spread the word. Mini-clinic? Open!

(feel free to tag her either in her room--the door is open--or the clinic. She'd more likely be in the clinic.)

henry townshend, faye whitaker

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