FTEC, afternoon

[ladder62.livejournal.com]

Tommy returned from the Baron's place. He'd spent the morning working on it and it looked like everything would be finished by tomorrow. He could've done it today, but he needed to at least put in an appearance at the clinic. Now that Wilson was gone, Tommy was the only person manning the place. Which was good for Tommy since he could now live in Wilson's apartment. Mixed news for Fandom since Tommy's medical skills were emergency, first-response oriented.

Still. Sometimes people just needed a bandage. Or to be told to shut up and stop whining about their problems.

Lacking anything else to do, Tommy busied himself with cleaning and organizing the place.

As he worked, he sung under his breath.

"I use public toilets and I piss on the seats. I walk around in the summertime saying 'How about this heat?'..."

Frankly, this may or may not have anything to do with the spell affecting Fandom. It was Tommy after all.

[ooc: Tommy's free, his player's busy. This post is here for those who said they needed FTEC to be open today. Doctor-types like Hawkeye are free to godmod Tommy not getting in the way as they work. Not like Tommy knows how to use all the machinery ;) ]

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[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

Sam made her way slowly into the room, annoyed that she'd had to splurge on a rickshaw to get her into town. Hopefully she'd be able to walk back.

"Hello?"

[ladder62.livejournal.com]

"Hey," Tommy tossed a dust rag onto Wilson's old desk. "Whaddya need?"

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

"Hopefully, I need some stitches removed from last weekend. Leg and the back of my head." She eyed him carefully. "You know, you look really familiar. Do I know you?"

[ladder62.livejournal.com]

Tommy got some gloves out of a drawer. He motioned for Sam to take a seat on one of the exam beds. "Were you in the gym last weekend?"

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

Sam climbed up and sat down. "Yeah, but a lot of that time is a big blur. Stupid sharks."

[ladder62.livejournal.com]

Tommy moved to work on the stitches on the back of her head first. "Stayed by medical the whole time. Didn't have any real doctors around except for the time travel guy. You might've seen me there."

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, I guess," Sam said, automatically bending her head forward. "Thanks for helping out, that was really cool of you."

[ladder62.livejournal.com]

"'s what I do," Tommy said as he worked. "Actually what I do is put out fires. But since the doc left for greener pastures, you get me."

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

"You were there when we needed you," Sam said, seriously. "That was what we needed at the time. Where were you a firefighter?"

[ladder62.livejournal.com]

"New York City," Tommy said. He finished up with her neck and moved on to the leg. "Over 20 years."

[drywitmartini.livejournal.com]

"Right this way," Hawkeye said, opening the door for Logan. "Yet again you're my guinea pig. The CT machine hasn't been invented yet where I come from. But I've read up on it, so you have nothing to worry about provided I don't press the wrong button. How're you feeling today?"

[ladder62.livejournal.com]

Tommy recognized the doc from the gym. "Hey. How's it going?"

[drywitmartini.livejournal.com]

"Afternoon. Evening. One of those time frames. Not too bad today. I was just in the neighborhood, thought I'd drop in and use your CT machine."

[ladder62.livejournal.com]

"Go right ahead," Tommy made a broad gesture in that direction. "Not like I'm using it for anything."

[drywitmartini.livejournal.com]

"Thank you, good sir."

[fh_jackass]

"Walking upright and not puking, so I'm better off than last night," Logan said with a shrug. "Other than a headache, I feel fine."

[drywitmartini.livejournal.com]

"Good. Well, we'll get a picture of your brain, make sure there's no skull fractures or damage to the soft, mushy part."

[fh_jackass]

Logan walked over to the CT machine, gave it a wary look, then laid down on the bench. "See if you can give me mutant powers while you're at it, 'kay?"

[drywitmartini.livejournal.com]

"Well, you'd think that there's enough radiation made by this thing to make you like comic book characters. But I'm told," he set the foam blocks on either side of his head and put the strap in place. "That it's harmless in small doses." He slid the bench into the tube and walked around to make sure it was lined up properly. "I'll be in the control room through the glass there. Don't look directly at the red beam and try not to move. You can breathe normally, just don't jerk your head around or we'll have to start again. I want a nice, clean picture."

[fh_jackass]

"Okay," Logan said. He closed his eyes and tried to breathe normally as the machine scanned him.

[drywitmartini.livejournal.com]

Hawkeye retreated to the control room to monitor the machine. He was new at this. It was far beyond anything he was used to, and he definitely wasn't a radiologist, but the instructions seemed straight forward. It took a fair amount of time for the scan to complete, but when it was he returned to let Logan out. "All done. Any mutant powers?"

[fh_jackass]

"Don't think so," Logan said, opening his eyes. "So what's the verdict? My brain broken?"

[drywitmartini.livejournal.com]

"It's still doing its thing. Shouldn't be too long. I'll want a proper copy for your medical records, but give it a few minutes and there should be the picture on that TV type thing."

[fh_jackass]

Logan sat up, dangled his feet off the edge of the bench and looked over at the monitor.

Out of nowhere, the strains of an electronic keyboard drifted in, and Logan began to sing.

They say I'm stupid
That I'm too young to fight
They say I'll follow anyone
That they shove in my sight

A xylophone kicked in.

They say I'm too weak
That I haven't been trained
That I'm just there to get hurt
That I haven't got a brain

Several disembodied male voices joined in.

There's something inside my head
There's something inside my head
There's something inside my head
There's something inside my head

[fh_jackass]

Grey Matter, by Oingo Boingo