After his fun weekend away visiting Parker (an unexpected side-trip of which had delayed his return), Ronan whistled as he bustled around the clinic before settling at the front counter.

Ronan was whistling as he puttered around the clinic, making sure the exam rooms were tidy before settling down with another novel at the front desk.

And yes, he had his little jar of cayenne.

[I'm around all evening, but it'll be a little SP-ish, probably, at least through the earlier part of the evening, as I'm moving from a room upstairs to ( Read more... )

It was a rather happy Ronan who made his way into the clinic on Wednesday evening, setting his backpack behind the desk. He frowned to see that they still had Adah in as a patient, making sure to check on her and see how she was doing.

But other than that? Definitely a happy Ronan.

After having been handwavily otherwise occupied on Sunday stupid laptop, Ronan was once again at the front desk of clinic.

[OOC: Around for a bit, then gone for a bit, then around for as long as I can be, probably until at least 10PM.]

Ronan busied himself checking that the exam rooms were stocked as he went around the clinic, trying not to think. He'd been pretty much closed up in his room the last couple of days, just refamiliarising himself with his things, with the space; having been gone for a year, it was simultaneously comforting and disconcerting to see how things had ( Read more... )

Ronan sat down behind the front desk at the clinic, his exhaustion almost palpable, as much as he tried to cover it. One hand kept coming up, subconsciously running along the new scar dividing his left eyebrow; had he noticed, Ronan would have done what he could to stop, to avoid drawing attention to it ( Read more... )

Wyatt opened up the clinic for the evening, still troubled by what he had heard on the radio last night. Yay? Ooops?

The island had been invaded by dinosaurs and having to avoid being eaten on his way into the clinic had done nothing to improve Stark's mood. He much preferred Molly's friend's dinosaur from last week, who hadn't thought he was dinner. Luckily, if there was one skill Stark had mastered in the years before coming to Fandom, it was running away and ( Read more... )

Doogie headed to the clinic as early as he could manage for his shift, hoping that there weren't a lot of people who had gotten hurt in all the insanity from the day before.

[plz to be waiting for the OCD! OCD is up! *passes out*]

By means of angelic transport, Wilson had made it down to the clinic unmolested by any prehistoric lizard types ( Read more... )