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AHekljw Oh, okay, it's like a type-writer! Only bright! I've been here for a few days now, and I must say, it is a quaint little campus you have!
My name is Mr. Baldhead. I'm sorry for the late introduction. (This is quite fascinating!)
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[20 Jul 2009|06:12pm] |
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Well! I'm glad that endeavor's over. For those wondering where I was, I think it was somewhere in the south Pacific? No matter. Just an insistent patient.
What matters is that I'm back! It seems something happened while I was out? Any injuries I can help with, broken bones, sprained limbs?
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[25 Jun 2009|11:22pm] |
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What a lovely and thoughtful basket! Thank you!
The carpenters finished putting my wall back up, thankfully. My insurance provider's becoming concerned at the regular occurrence...
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[11 Jun 2009|06:27pm] |
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It looks like my treatment is a raging success!
Maybe I should go into psychology....hm!
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[10 Jun 2009|05:51pm] |
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....There's nothing I can do, Sol.
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[09 Jun 2009|03:23pm] |
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Hah! I just put new carpet in my lobby and new chairs, it looks wonderful.
Sol, you wanted to bring Xianghua to me today...?
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[22 Apr 2009|11:15pm] |
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Hm. I seem to have gotten things under control again...This was a long few weeks.
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[13 Mar 2009|09:55pm] |
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75, 75, 75, 75, 75........
75. 75. 75 75. Seventy Five.
75.
75 dead patients. 75.
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[04 Mar 2009|06:19pm] |
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Twenty five. Twenty five people. Twenty five people are dead. Because I couldn't save them.
This blood is on your hands, Inquisition. This is your fault I couldn't save them. Your fault.
You wish people to repent? It is you who shall repent. You cannot be forgiven for this. Twenty five people.
I am not a monster. The people you have detained are not monsters. You are the monsters.
Twenty five people...Twenty five....[The post repeats the casualty count for almost twenty more lines, before changing.]
Twenty six...brain tumor I could have taken care of...
[OOC: Just a little clarification for those not totally familiar with Faust. Typically he augments his surgical prowness with occult powers, making him beyond any normal doctor, letting him take care of normally totally hopeless cases. Without them...well.]
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[26 Feb 2009|12:43am] |
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I've noticed a number of people coming down with similar symptoms. I'm going to break out my prescription pad.
If you can, get a friend to come to my clinic and pick up a doggy bag of migraine medicine, a small amount of painkillers, and a large amount of supplies to settle your stomachs. Get rest, all of you. Flatten ginger ale, and take the meds I'm giving you. Your headaches should at least become bearable if they're beyond reason.
Gods know you'll need your strength for the days to come[Deleted]
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[25 Feb 2009|03:30pm] |
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I can't...Gods damn it.
I'm going to need a lot more supplies. This is...those bastards.
( Private )
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[21 Feb 2009|04:03pm] |
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Things are coming along. Everybody enjoying themselves lately?
Oh, also, extra credit to any students who come help rebuild my clinic's front. And maybe some money on the side.
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[14 Feb 2009|11:35pm] |
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Ugh...this will take weeks to fix...
I thank everybody who came to my aid. The clinic will still be open while I rebuild the front. Now I just need to look in my budget for contracting money.
Lord knows the insurance company isn't paying for this.
Oh, Mr. Low? Welcome back.
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[12 Feb 2009|09:19pm] |
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[voice post]
[A horrible, screeching cacophony of sounds explodes to be heard, as if a thousand swans are singing at once as they die while a million cats howl in unison. Somehow, against all laws of reality, it forms to make some sort of sense to be understood]
YOU'VE GOT A FRIEND IN ME
YOU'VE GOT A FRIEND IN ME
WHEN THE ROAD LOOKS ROUGH AHEAD
AND YOU'RE MILES AND MILES
FROM YOUR NICE WARM BED
JUST REMEMBER WHAT YOUR OLD PAL SAID
BOY, YOU'VE GOT A FRIEND IN ME
[The noise cuts out, and Faust's voice, incredibly quiet, can be heard in brief snapshots.]
Can anybody hear.....This is Dr. Faust. I....S.O.S! Assistance required!....Holy Symbols...stereos....Please He....
[His voice cuts out, and the horrible blazing siren sounds of the Squid return.]
YOU'VE GOT A FRIEND IN ME
YOU'VE GOT A FRIEND IN ME...
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[06 Feb 2009|08:03pm] |
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My door is held shut and the music has reached deafening levels. If anybody could come assist? There's slime all over the door, and I suspect that...something is out there.
The Ragtime Monster situation has escalated. If those who could fight could assist me...?
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[29 Jan 2009|11:48am] |
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Ragtime Hell |
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The music's gotten louder. Students, my classes are canceled this week due to an emergency.
Does anybody know an exorcist? I believe my clinic is now haunted by a spirit that may well wish to eat me.
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[27 Jan 2009|03:05pm] |
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....The whole clinic is filled with music. Ragtime music, and there's no radio.
And the water in the kitchen's not running.
Mulder? Could you come over? I think I have a small problem that you can help with.
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[22 Jan 2009|09:55pm] |
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More dead patients...
Normally I have no problems saving lives. It's just now I keep getting the cases where nothing can be done. Not even I can help them...
I suppose somebody has to deal with it. Part of the job. Life goes on?
Except for the dead people. Technicality.
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[16 Jan 2009|10:22pm] |
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Students? Test Monday. I'm not going to say what it's on, so I do hope you prepare.
Oh, you might want to find somebody who took notes at the autopsy.
Friends and Colleagues: Anything new and exciting?
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[12 Jan 2009|12:14pm] |
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All of my Anatomy classes are to report to my clinic on Wednesday for a special lesson. There will be an autopsy to demonstrate the workings of the human body and how a well placed case of cancer can completely destroy it because no other doctor in the area caught it before it decided to lodge itself against his brain.
Ahem. I will see all of you there. Bring bags if you are squeamish.
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