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FTEC - Monday January 23rd 2006

After spending the morning and a good part of the early afternoon tearing apart and putting the school clinic back together, Wilson wandered back down to his own turf.

He considered bee-lining for the angel's store but remembered Phale mentioning something about feeding the ducks and some other angel type errands so he decided to get some work done on his paper before hunting his lover up later.

Unlocking the door, Wilson shrugged out of his jacket and walked in behind the counter. He frowned a little as he realized he hadn't heard back from Red regarding the advert for assistants for the clinic but then decided that maybe they were just going to apply to him in person. Settling down with a cup of tea and his work, Wilson flipped on the computer and got back to the job of writing.

[ooc: For the record, the Clinic has VERY good locks as well as the same magical protections that cover Phale's bookshop so go bug an NPC if you're after chaos. :) If you're looking for shelter from chaos, come on in.]

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Tommy drove into Fandom with a cup of takeout coffee in one hand, a printed flyer ~~which we'll just say has the Clinic's address on it~~ with a help wanted ad in the other hand, and his cellphone clutched between his shoulder and his ear.

Yes, this meant he had a staggeringly small percentage of his attention on the road, let alone any actual body parts touching the steering wheel to help matters.

"Johnny, I am not going to bother her, okay? I just want to know that she and the girls are - Jesus Christ was that a duck with teeth? What? No, I have not been drinking, asshole. God damn I hate the suburbs. Look, find out where Janet is and get back to me, okay? I gotta go."

Tommy parked his truck, totally uncaring if he put it into a no-parking zone or even a handicapped spot, and got out to look for an entrance of some kind. "Hey! Somebody around here was hiring for a job?"

One nice thing about the Clinic's placement was it's loading zone for supply trucks and more importantly ambulances...or in this case...a nut with a truck.

Jerking a little as he was sucked away from the fascinating world of cell counts, Wilson looked over at the man who had just wandered in through the door.

"No cel...wait...never mind. Yes, that would be me. Dr. James Wilson." Standing up the t-shirt and jean clad young doctor walked towards the man with a hand extended.

"Tommy Gavin." Tommy held out a hand of his own for a shake, then quickly patted himself down for his cigarettes. Yes, inside of the clinic. "So what exactly are you looking for here, huh? And was that a duck with teeth?"

Eyeing the tell tale patting, Wilson arched an eyebrow. "I'm looking not to get blown to kingdom come. I've got oxygen lines as well as some of the other fun gasses piping through this place so if you want to talk and smoke, let's take it outside or it's going to be a really short conversation, Mr. Gavin."

Wilson's tone was perfectly reasonable as he spoke and thinking back to Susan's surprise and lack of preparedness for Fandom, Wilson gave a gentle shrug as he explained.

"Snookums. The duck. Don't worry he's the only one of his kind. He ate all the others so except for Snookums the rest of the ducks you meet are normal du...well...except for that one group but I think they're all dead now...well anyway...why don't we walk? I think you're going to want a cigarette."

"Snookums?" Tommy rubbed his face tiredly. "Of course. Look, out of curiosity if this was some kind of symbolic vision thing you'd tell me, right? Because if I'm going to get a guy in a loincloth eating half of my sandwiches again I need to know to start buying extra balogna."

"I did say you were going to want a cigarette?" Wilson suggested with a smile and the invitation to walk outside.

Tommy followed along, hauling out a pack of cigarettes. He held it out to share if Wilson was so inclined. "I'm from the city. Usually if we see ducks we shoot them. Of course that's our answer to a lot of things."

Shaking his head with a gentle refusal, Wilson pushed his hands into his pockets as they walked along.

"Most of the inhabitants around this island don't react well to bullets. It just tickles."

Wilson pulled a bit of a face. "Tap into every horror/Sci-fi/fantasy movie you've ever seen or heard about and...imagine them as a reality and you're set. Though you won't need extra balogna, we're more of a PB&J sorta island."

"I've lived through 9-11, the Village during Halloween and the last Republican convention," Tommy said. "I think I can handle it. Whaddya need for the clinic?"

"Steady nerves, the ability to think outside the box and imagination." Wilson answered promptly. "Put together with at least basic first aid and an understanding of ER equipment."

Tommy chucked his cigarette out into the street. "Sign me up! FDNY. There's not a crisis I can't handle and my nerves are as rock solid as my dick."

Well...that certainly wasn't a phrase he was used to hearing but the man certainly was carrying himself with the right amount of confidence.

"Got the necessary numbers I need to contact to ensure you aren't an ax weilding psychopath?"

"You can call my house back in New York," Tommy said. "My chief and Lou will vouch for me. Don't believe them, try my brother Johnny. He's NYPD. Actually don't try Johnny, he's an asshole. But whatever this queer duck having burg can throw at me, I can take."

"Give me the numbers and I'll square things up when we get back to the Clinic."

Wilson was beginning to suspect that Fandom had a way of drawing the people it needed and who needed it so he was fairly confident that Tommy was going to work out.

"Well as long as you're up for vampires, demons, angels, witches, men running around in blue tights with antenna, talking cats, time travelers, aliens and raging teenage hormones...you should be fine."

Standing there for a moment, Wilson looked a bit thoughtful.

"Actually...we have more problems with that last one then anything else."

"I've got a teenage daughter," Tommy said. "She was a lesbian for about a minute and a half. If I can handle her changing back I can handle anything these little pricks throw at me."

Tommy looked thoughtful. "So this Clinic deal - that include prescribing medicine?"

Wilson frowned a little, perhaps he wasn't putting this quite right.

"Actually, we're more for the towns people. The School has a dedicated clinic but you might see some of the kids. After all, medical attention is medical attention when you have an emergency."

Pursing his lips he looked at Tommy. "You carry an FDA approval card for medications beyond aspirin?"

"What? Oh no, no," Tommy shook his head. He then began to rub his left shoulder. "Just got a thing. Saving an old lady from a burning building. I'd call in a refill but the pharmacy's all the way back in New York."

There was something about Tommy's tone and just the circumstances that set off the alarms in Wilson's mind but at the end of the day he had no reason to suspect anything other than a legitimate need for a pain killer and so he smiled and nodded back towards the Clinic.

"I should be able to script out for you till you can get the prescription transferred down here. What are you taking?"

"That, uh, whaddyacallit?" Tommy snapped his fingers as though he couldn't remember. "Vicodin? Pain killer stuff. Not that I really need it but the doc back home said keep some around just in case, better safe than sorry, blah blah blah."

Tommy shrugged his shoulders and made a face as though to say You know how over-protective doctors can be.

That was so seriously the wrong drug to name, especially given the events from the day before and the fight with House.

Setting his hands on his hips, Wilson wanted to refuse, flat out refuse and he was even considering withdrawing his offer of employment but common sense and his better nature got the better of him and he nodded.

"Yeah, I can script you out some Vicodin...but only this once. Should last you for awhile if you're just sporadically using, should be enough time to get the perscription transfered."

Wilson rubbed at the back of his neck, an agitated motion that was followed by a deep breath and a gentle smile.

"Where are you staying?"

"Oh, yeah, sure," Tommy pfffted at Wilson's concerns, showing how much the pills meant nothing to him, really. "Heck, I probably won't even bother with the prescription back home. You know they say that stuff's addictive. Whatever happened to good ol' aspirin, huh?

"So yeah, just the one time deal will do it." Tommy looked around in response to Wilson's question. "Staying? No fucking clue. Just got into town and the only people I know are you and the duck. Don't suppose you know of a spare bed somplace near here?"

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