[closed] two, two, two logs in one!

[elfstoned]

WHO: Jack and Aaron, then Aaron, Lyall and a ferret
WHERE: South of the Dead District, moving into LSR Clinic
WHEN: April 15, afternoon/evening for Jack; Tuesday, April 16 for Lyall and Romsca.



Aaron stepped out of the clinic and locked the door behind him. Patients had kept him busy all morning and into the late afternoon, and now that he had sent the last on her way, he was starving. He didn't know if it was a late lunch or an early dinner, but the growling in his stomach was drowning out the particulars.

He slipped the keys into the pocket of his worn, gray overcoat, and set off down the street.

Comments

[seabeast]

She was thriving, thanks! No need for the excessive worrying. (Although it's helpful. Kind of him, even.) Ugh... stupid. You owe him a bit more than whatever this session would cost. Unless he's covering the fee out of the kindness of his heart, there will be a fee for keeping your blood a secret. Different things tended to be taken and stolen, she suspects, especially when it could be useful. She puts her head on the door and lightly taps her head against it twice. Stupid, stupid...