159. Planning.

[thegooddrjones]

If anyone else is having odd memory things, don't worry it's only temporary, and I'd like to see you in the infirmary just to be safe.

[Private to Snape]
I need to show you something in person.

[Private to Coyo]
I'm not sure what's going on right now, but please just stay away from Adam until you hear otherwise, yeah?

Comments

[19centconstable]

Memory things? Is it another flood?

[thegooddrjones]

I don't know, but I'm making sure there's nothing medical about it.

[19centconstable]

I don't believe I'm having any troubles with my memory.

...what if I am and I can't remember it, though?

[thegooddrjones]

Well, you can come in and I'll take a look at you anyway if you like.

[19centconstable]

How would you look at someone's memory?

[thegooddrjones]

I'll do a scan of your brain and make certain there's nothing medical going on.

[19centconstable]

It's not very painful, is it?

[thegooddrjones]

No, it doesn't hurt at all. You don't even feel it.

[19centconstable]

If it's not any trouble for you, perhaps I should.

[thegooddrjones]

It's no trouble at all. Really.

[19centconstable]

I'll drop by, then.

[thegooddrjones]

Alright, I'll be here for a while.

[19centconstable]

((Do you want to spam or handwave?))

Spam!

[thegooddrjones]

[Martha was sitting in the infirmary, puzzledly looking a piece of paper, every so often she would look up and check the entrance way, a frown on her face.]

Spam!

[19centconstable]

[George appears, in uniform as usual. He removes his helmet and knocks lightly on the doorframe.]

Doctor?