Clinic Evening Hours, Nov 3rd

[death_n_binky]

*DEATH is sitting at the desk, working on what appears to be somewhat ethereal paperwork while waiting for patients. He is wrapped from head to toe in robes of duct tape and has a rubber duck on his shoulder. He seems to be humming off-key, the duck chiming in periodically.

He's not the doctor, but he's the best medecine for many.*

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[2ls_in_oneill]

Jack is laying in bed reading the astronomy book Doc gave him watching TV.

[death_n_binky]

GOOD EVENING JACK.

[2ls_in_oneill]

Hey there DEATH, how you doin'?

[death_n_binky]

*DEATH adjusted the sign on his scythe proudly.*

I AM WELL. MY POLITICAL MOVEMENT IS JUST STARTING TO FIND A FOOTHOLD.

I REGRET MISSING SCHOOL THIS WEEKEND, SINCE SO MUCH HAS HAPPENED, BUT I WAS CALLED AWAY. THE WIZARDS HAVE THEIR USUAL TIMING.

*The rubber duck on his shoulder quacks*

AND THEY HAVE THEIR USUAL SENSE OF HUMOR. YOURSELF?