FTEC, Monday Evening

Feb 27, 2006 21:12

As Trevor came into the clinic, he made a face at the unrecognizable smell. Either someone had very strange taste in lunch food, or there was another chemist around who was even more eclectic in their skills than he was ( Read more... )

john crichton, ftec, trevor goodchild, xander harris

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soldtoarmenians February 28 2006, 02:34:40 UTC
Hearing someone new come into the clinic and guessing that Granny might be a bit overwhelmed with the more heavily injured victims of Sucky Robots, Xander headed over to his thread the other end of the clinic, and beckoned to John that he might want to follow.

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whitedeathpod February 28 2006, 02:36:38 UTC
John kind of hobble jumps over to Xander and leans against him because cut feet, yo.

"There aren't robots down here, are there?"

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soldtoarmenians February 28 2006, 02:39:43 UTC
Xander offers his arm. "Don't think so. If there were, though, they'd suck."

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oatmanspatient February 28 2006, 14:00:44 UTC
[OOC: Too lazy to switch logins. Would you care if I *handwave* MacGyver coming in, having his leg x-rayed and then getting a cast put on for his broken leg?]

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goodtrevor February 28 2006, 14:17:24 UTC
[OOC: Nope. That's fine. *g*]

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