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Mallory is standing on her head.

She is in the gym, finished with her workout, and has moved on to yoga and is now balanced in a perfectly straight headstand,hoping the the extra blood to her head or the different perspective will give her some insight. After a two day confinement with Presto, she was thinking that something wasn't quite...right. With him, with them, maybe with her...she wasn't sure.

But something was just...off.

Hmmm. Feel free to bug her.

Derek sat in Tea Leaves with a cup of coffee before him. He was glad of the Clinic as it gave him something to do but he still didn't know how to fill all his free hours. He took a sip of his coffee, sat back in the chair and thought about Martha and whether he should go ask her if she wanted to go for another swim, or a walk or something.

Peyton was by the lake. She had picked out a green swimsuit from the Boutique and had decided to go out and have a swim.
She had also taken her drawing pad to work on her sketches a bit.

Who: Abby Sciuto and Any Clinic Personnel
Where: The Clinic (lol!)
Why: Because it's a good idea to be checked by a medical professional...
When: She's there now, but I might be slow in tagging, as usual...
Rating: Uh, dunno...? PG-13? Body parts might be mentioned...
Summary: Abby does the Right Thing and makes sure she's healthy.



Abby entered the Clinic and found a seat. There was a clipboard there, with a pen and papers attached, asking for personal information like name - Abby Sciuto - and address - she smirked as she wrote 'Here' - and so on. She figured she'd fill it out while she waited. She didn't know who would be helping her out today, but looked forward to meeting them.

Derek decided to take a stroll around the grounds. He walked by the golf course and examined it. He hadn't play golf in a long time. He picked up and club and a ball and tee. He placed the tee in the grass and put the ball on it. He lined up to take a shot and made a swing. He watched as the ball soared off into the distance.

It's a beautiful, sunny day, and for Kitty Pryde, that means summer, and summer means ice cream, and she hasn't had her 'first summer ice cream' yet, but that's going to change.

She's by the outdoor pool, because it's hot and what's the point of eating ice cream if you're cold? She's wearing the blue bikini she got from the Boutique ages ago, it seems, with a pair of navy shorts currently covering the bottoms. Her feet are bare and her hair is loose and a bit messy, but she doesn't care. She's sitting on one of the lawn chairs, a small tub of double chocolate mocha ice cream - with chocolate chips - which she ordered from one of the restaurants, on the chair between her legs, and a very, large spoon in one hand.

"Here's to summer," Kitty says aloud, even though she's by herself. She takes a big scoop of the ice cream and sticks it into her mouth.

[[ OOC: Meeting the Summer Modly Challenge, but as usual, SlowTime is inevitable. Thank you. :D ]]

A nice day, Martha had decided, required iced tea. Only this time, she thought, ones that didn't  have alcohol in them.

With a snort to herself, she set her finished drink down, and lay back on the towel that served as her surface for a bit of sunbathing, closing her eyes and soaking up the rays in a bikini top and shorts - namely the shorts she'd gotten the day she'd run into Jack at the Boutique and had him critique their fit. Not that there'd been much critiquing...

She had to give Here a bit of credit; the chances that she'd ever get a break from Torchwood long enough to do this were just about non-existent. No more thinking, she decided at that point. Just lots of enjoying the warm sun against her skin.

Derek was outside walking around the grounds, soaking up the warm rays of the sun.

There wasn't a whole lot to do here and he was still adjusting to that fact.

He walked along by the greenhouse and stopped to look at the plants inside.

Who: Jack Harkness, Ana Clark, Martha Jones, Peter Petrelli, Derek Shepherd. (Plot Locked, closed, no tags from outsiders, please. If I forgot a person from the previous meeting post, that was tagged and locked to said post, please PM me here or email me at slavetoserendipiity@gmail.com)

When: The Friday before the meteor shower, right after meeting in the lobby.

Why: They had business to discuss about the clinic for Here and some patients.

Status: Incomplete.

*Ana escorted everyone into the boathouse, closed the door and waited a moment then she got right down to business.*

Did anyone notice if we were followed? I've had some minor spells put on this place to keep out any unwanted or unwarranted guests.

*She waited for people to pipe up and then she dove into business.*

Jack, I invited you here today because I so cannot decipher Gwen's notes and knowing what you do outside, in the real world. Well, I need to know if we are dealing with an enemy viral threat of some kind? She has exhibited her illness for weeks now, far longer then most normal viral encounters. Unless, she has an immunity disorder she doesn't know of at the moment? We have patients here with extremely case sensitive conditions. HCM, a medical mutation of the heart wall, patient subject: Lucas Scott. Who you Jack and you Martha have helped in a very grand capacity, previously. The other, and this is where I need your complete and utter diligence in keeping a secret just between us medical types and well, sorry Jack, but because of Gwen and her condition, you as well. I already have been contacted by an anon sicko who insisted that I was being a bitch for trying to keep some type of patient/practitioner privilege in place, especially in a scenario like this, it seems even more important that we do keep some modicum of real world ethics in place. So, I need everyone here, in this room to re-take your oaths so to speak, for the sake of ethics and the lives, the very delicate lives of some of the people who have wound up Here. Anyone opposed to re-stating their oaths can get up and leave this room, now. I've re-opened the clinic to this place and have been put in complete control of the medical facility. Meaning anything goes wrong and it is on my head, figuratively and theoretically speaking.

Who: Derek and OTA

Where: Tea leaves

When: Thursday afternoon

Derek had just left the clinic for a cup of coffee. He was sitting in tea leaves with a cup in front of him. He was glad to have something to do to occupy his time but still felt there was more he could be doing. He took a sip of his coffee and looked around absently. He was wearing the scrubs and white coat he had arrived in.

*Ana sat in the lobby waiting for Martha, Jack, Peter and Derek. They'd move to their next location after they all arrived, grabbed coffee and what not. *

Who: Derek Shepherd and OTA

Where: The Pantry

When: Thursday morning

Derek sat in the restaurant with a cup of coffee and some scrambled eggs. He was still trying to adjust to having so much free time on his hands.

We need to have a serious Pow Wow. Jack, please include yourself in this meeting.

Thank you,
Nurse Ana.

Belladonna had only glanced toward the archery range before, But she was good at this sort of thing. An arrow after all was no different from a poison dart shooter, or a well aimed gun.

She tensed her fingers just the right amount and drew back the bow.

And...

A little off center. Just a little, mind but enough to annoy a member of the Assasins Guild of New Orleans.

"Merde" she cursed and knocked another arrow.

Who: Martha (if she wants too) and OTA

Where: The Bar

When: A couple of hours after his arrival.

Derek sat in the bar and took another swig from the bottle of beer in front of him. He tried to let what he had been told sink in but still thought, or hoped, that any moment he'd wake up and find it had all been a dream. He was still wearing his scrubs and white coat. He thought of Meredith sitting in the bar waiting for him to show up. He didn't know if he would have if he was still in Seattle. But he'd never have the chance. Ever have the chance to sign the divorce papers. His fumled with the wedding ring in his pocket. He took another swig. One good thing about this place was the booze was free.

Derek sat in his office in the hospital wearing his scrubs and white coat. He stetascope hung around his neck. His had numerous other things in the pockets of his white coat.

He rubbed his eyes trying hard to make the decision. He needed something to take his mind off it for a while. He looked in his desk drawer and found a cube. He set to work solving it.

He worked on it for a couple of hours and eventually managed to solve it.

There was a bright light and he closed his eyes. He opened them again and wasn't in his office anymore. He was in what appeared to be the lobby of a hotel.