Several of the nurses were green, green, and more green. After making sure there weren't any other symptoms, Scully had fun teasing them.

Yes, she was wearing green. But was just as glad not to match in any other way.

[open, ocd-free]

Martha had planted herself at the front desk with a large coffee and the latest inventory check. She was certain that something in the invoice didn't add up, but she hadn't figured out what yet. Once she did, there was a supply company that was going to be on the receiving end of a very angry phone call.

[Open!]

Scully was reading up on advances in science since 2000; it was good to have developments to look forward to in her own world in the next decade or so. Hopefully.

[open and ocd-free]

Scully had been doing some reading up on standard biomechanical enhancements, at least from her world, as well as some issues on mental conditioning, and felt like she at least knew the right questions to ask for when Triela came in.

[open and OCD-free]

This bout of weirdness could not end soon enough for Scully. There were monkeys in the Clinic, cooing at the nurses. And hugging them. And dancing around

"This can not be sanitary."

And there was one clinging to her leg. Hugging her. So far.

"I can always tranquilize you, you know."

[The clinic is open, infested, and OCD-free.]

Scully had just gotten crime scene photos from Mulder, who wanted her opinion on the bite marks and dismemberment details.

The nurses were now getting vegetarian pizza and staying far away from her terminal.

[open and OCD-free!]

Scully was checking inventory; especially after a blizzard, and any cases of frostbite or new cases of flu, she wanted to be sure everything was in place.

[open, ocd-free]

Scully was researching porphyria now. Not that she wanted to inflict it on herself, but maybe, if someone out there could figure out a way to age someone up, without overdoing it or the worst side effects... maybe that would be a good alternative to finding another djinn.

The nurses were talking about Nosferatu Journals, and anticipating the ( Read more... )

Scully, having thought it over at yesterday's support reserves meeting, was currently re-doing the inventory on drugs, bandages, and medical equipment, in case of another attack.

The nurses were now calling her the Littlest OCD.

[the clinic is open, Scully is OCD, but I don't have any.]

Scully was giving one of the walk-ins a look of exasperation as the day started. "Tomato juice, celery, a shot of lemon. And I'll give you a B-complex shot just this once. Next time, don't drink so much. Or forget to drink water. Or fall asleep in the Preserve." She made a face. "Near any stripey cats, yeah, I got that part ( Read more... )