[Action/Dictated] ~ Backdated to morning on the 16th

[atadiscoverer]

[As usual, Dr. Carson Beckett is in the clinic. He hardly ever leaves the place apart from when he's sleeping.

...And even then, he just catches a few hours at his desk. Which is where he's sitting right now. He has his journal open, before throwing down a filter]

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( Filtered to Agent York )

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( Filtered to Agent Maine )

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( Filtered to Agent Carolina )

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( Filtered to Vanyel Ashkevron )

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[Filters done, he settles back and speaks unfiltered.]

Does anyone want first aid training? Any medical questions answered? Anything at all? Just a wee bit bored. Don't get me wrong. Me being bored is a good sign.

Feel free to come talk to me in person, or over the journals.

[And, with that, Carson's just going to lean back in his chair]

((OOC: Open to all, journal and in-clinic!))

013 ~ Guess who's bad. [Action/Dictated] ~ Forward-dated to the morning of the 17th

[demontobeloved]

[Someone appears in the lobby, but, instead of accompanied by the flurry of light and orbs as he has been for the past three weeks, it's a shimmer.

It seems Cole Turner is completely loss-free.]

Well, it's about time.

[He conjours up an Energy Ball just to test it, and the pulsating orb of lightning forms without hastle. He lets it dissipate.]

Guess who's back on form, Paradisa.

Dictated

[modernholmes]

 [If anyone has happened to run into Conan over the last few days they might have noticed that he's been a little sluggish in his responses.    That his voice has been hoarse and that he seems to be sneezing a lot.  Not that anyone has had much chance to talk to him with all the running around he's been doing this week.

What is a cold compared to all the things there were to investigate here?  

Whatever this illness was, Conan had been determined to ignore it.  With the result that this wasn't just a cold anymore.  

It is the dizziness and coughing that at last force Conan to accept that he needs to rest.  He reaches out for the journal and dictates into it in a  hoarse and stuffed up voice.]

I think I'm a little sick.  If anyone needs me I'm going to be in my room.

FORWARD-DATED TO... ???

[assassino]

( Jorge, Colonel Jade Curtiss, Aziraphale, Stephanie Brown, Claudia )

Sixteenth Spell

[courageous_wit]

[Hermione has taken her radio down to the music room. Hard Harry suggested they use it to broadcast music. So she is going to do just that. She taps the radio until she gets a good frequency, then begins to play the piano.

It's a simple piece but she still sounds a bit out of practice. Not much chance for music when you're on the run]

This has been the musical stylings of Hermione Granger. Thank you for listening.

028.

[truthin_bones]

-not a scratch post.

[After the thump, it is the first thing recorded into the journal. It's responded by a sharp meow and a hiss, followed by another thump.]

I do not want you on my bedside table eith- put that down! Howie, that is not edible. Brainy Smurf is... [Meeeeeowwwwwhisssss and a gasp from Brennan. Preserving Brainy Smurf (however much she will not admit how much the small toy's presence means to her) is worth a couple of scratches.

By now she's noticed the journal on the floor and has bent down to pick it up. There are a few seconds of silence.]

[To the cat:] I don't know why you've started acting like this. You were... surprisingly agreeable to co-habitat with until recently. [When Brennan started spending more and more time in the Peace Patrol laboratory again.]

As reluctant as I am to ask for it, I know there are a number of pet owners here in the Castle. I... admit, I could use... some assistance at the moment.