Fandom Clinic, Monday 8/11

Aug. 11th, 2025 10:22 am
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The clinic was noisy today. Very noisy.

"Good thing we haven't got any patients. This is hardly restful," Stark muttered as he set down the usual coffees when he arrived.

"Roofers," a nurse said.

"I saw people on the roof," Stark said. "But why?"

"Who knows? Maybe Stabby called them."

It was possible. Stabby was a shifty sort of crab. He might be trying to cause chaos just for the fun of it. He, somehow, had oversized noise-canceling headphones on his carapace.

The clinic was open, the crab had arranged for the day to be full of loud noises for no reason, and the alien was in (and wincing often at the thumps and thuds and thunks).

MHA #18; Monday Afternoon [08/11].

Aug. 11th, 2025 08:22 am
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There would always be a part of Ignis that couldn't help but feeling that retaining his lease on the MHA apartment was a waste of money and resources, though that part of him was swiftly quieted by the irrefutable evidence of just how convenient and useful still having it and having access to it had been. Not only as a conveniently closer location for quick bursts of romantic rendezvous, but also as an excellent place to work on things or to keep things that might run the risk of early exposure, thus ruining some surprise, were it to occur or be held at the mansion. Which did seem to make it quite the glorified storage unit, really, but a useful one at that.

Well, not just a glorified storage unit, but even if it was just that, regular maintenance on it was especially crucial because it was not being used. Letting something sit and forgetting about all the finer details was an excellent way to ensure its slow decay. But those romantic rendezvous were fairly regular...but what of the time in between them? Dust still collected, a staleness settled in the air, a dormant, vacant space was just an invitation to all sorts of settling uncleanliness and other things.

So Ignis had made it a habit, usually after his visit to the Consortium, of swinging by the apartment to clean. To check appliances and fixtures, let in some fresh air, change the linens, keep tabs on general wear-and-tear through the march of time...All those little things that kept a place habitable that flew under most people's radars.

Perhaps it was just old habits, too. He found a certain comfort and familiarity in being the steady, silent, unseen force that made the lives of those he cared about seamlessly better in ways they'd never even realize. Liliana might spend, at best, an hour or two a week in the MHA apartment, but that was no reason why it shouldn't be perfect and immaculate every time she did.

So, needless to day, when he came by that Monday to tidy up and discover it to be anything but the usual quiet stillness he was accustomed to, he was a little thrown. Even more so by the fact that he was greeted not only with an inordinate amount of activity coming from the kitchen (leading one to, for a brief moment, dread a potential raccoon- or gremlin-related break-in), but also the scent of cooking (or at least the attempts at it) and the occasional worrisome thump or clatter followed by rather unique and colorful cursing. Concern creased his brow for a moment (in part just because his mind was already thinking of the additional cleaning time required this week now), but then his head tilted with the curiosity that was overriding it as he ventured that way.

"....Liliana?"

[[ and for the unexpected kitchen invader, obvi~ and doubly NFB, se vois plait ]]
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Vi had had Plans back in February, and while that had been extremely derailed by the sex pollen, she had realised this early enough that she'd managed to move her reservation rather than lose it.

So now here she and Steph were for their fancy hotel weekend. Even if she was kind of low-key freaking out when she let herself think about why she'd picked this weekend in particular for their catch up trip.

And while she'd known from the pictures (and the sizable dent in her savings) that this was an expensive place, it didn't really sink in exactly what that meant until she got an actual look at their suite.

"Whoa."

[For the girl.]
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See, right, yeah. With a party on the island that Harley couldn't go to, it was clearly time for her to get back out there. Put her face on and go paint the town red! Get back in the saddle! Go forth and find a -- find a stallion, or something, a nice little forgettable rebound! Drink and laugh and have a healing experience through the most meaningless means possible!

Those, at least, were the thoughts Harley had had when she'd been getting ready at home. When she'd been putting on a nice skimpy dress under a leather jacket and fixing some big fake flowers in her updo, still believing in her chances of a nice night out.

The reality was this:

The reality )

(NFB, NFI)
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Did Lydia know what an 'empanada' was? Well, she had seen a picture of one, and so understood that they were a sort of pasty or hand pie, but if she had known that previously (perhaps through one of Professor Raiden's classes), it had quite slipped her mind, and she was mostly preoccupied with hoping that this modern and apparently Peruvian variant was tastier and of higher quality than the ones she had occasionally eaten in Newcastle.

But then, the less said about Newcastle, the better.

Welcome to Supper Club, everyone!
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Aside from all the intergalactic political intrigue and maybe torturing a spouse via public games, life in the house was very normal. Like the argument Jaina was having over whether or not Daniel had to go to bed.

"I'm eight years old, I'm practically grown up!" he said, in complete seriousness.

"And I'm much older than eight so I win," Jaina shrugged.

"I shouldn't have to take this," he said. "I'm a prince."

"Don't care," she said.

"Daniel," Jag said from his spot on the sofa.

Daniel made a frustrated noise, but stomped off to his room without another word.

She made an annoyed face not at Jag, but in his general direction. "It's annoying that you could do that.
Thank you."


[For me!]

Fandom Clinic, Monday 8/4

Aug. 4th, 2025 10:15 am
stykera: (gold)
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Stark was himself this week and not a koala which meant he was at his clinic shift as usual and he'd brought cookies (it was apparently National Chocolate Chip Cookie Day) to go with the usual coffees for himself and the nurses.

Stabby could have a cookie as well, he supposed.

One of the nurses presented him with a small plush koala and Stark just sighed and shook his head. It was cute, at least.

"No eucalyptus, I hope," he said. "Just coffee and cookies."

The clinic was open, the crab was eating a cookie, and the alien was in.

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