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Ana had left the party that day, not really talking to anyone. She wasn't really in a talkie mood. Not since it was close to her anniversary, but he as dead, Louis that is, he was a zombie now. Probably dead himself since he was on a planet of all infected flesh. It is not like that could sustain them? She was leaning against a tree, wearing a sweater and playing with her wedding ring on a necklace. She was in her own little world, she couldn't, choose not to hear anyone around her.

Gwen Cooper was offically bored out of her skull, she was herself again and to be honest she was chomping at the bit to escape. All that was missing was Owen to smart off to and well to be kinda honest she missed that. She also wanted her engagement ring back and to make sure her gun was still under her matress back upstairs. But for now she was back to puzzle books,boatloads of movies and simply wanting her own clothes and her ring back.

Dear Residents,

Lock-down is almost completed. All areas that are used by multiple persons have been sterilized. We are waiting for people to write us notes to let us know that you will have us come to your room to help you sterilize it and yourselves.

The clinic,
Ana Clark

(OOC I discussed this with the mods and it was put into play, can people please take this seriously?
The entire place is locked down and no one is acting like it. I'd appreciate it, and I know it is a Pain in the ass. But Player actions+ Players consequences and a four month plus flu is a serious issue.)

Brooke walked into the Boutique and started browsing about. A fashionista like her just couldn't help loving clothes and the variety that was in there...wow!
As she looked around she started piling up stuff on her arm: she needed a new closet, right? She smiled to herself, feeling at ease in her element.

To all the Residents of Here:

It has come to the attention of the clinical staff, as well as some other persons Here, that there is a strain of an ALIEN FLU going around Here. We thought we had it contained and over with, but it has come to our attention that it seems to be coming back and for the worse.

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We are so sorry for this major inconvenience. Cross-posted to the Management.

Sincerely,
Ana Clark- Clinic Manager and Head Nurse.

(OOC: It is up to the mods and the muns if that want to play this out, or write a blurb in their journals or in chaos cube what they have done. This can be hand-waived as well, but the staff is doing this. This mun and the mods have spoken on the matter and I have gotten the all clear.)

(OOC P.S. never post when extremely groggy.)

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.

Gwen meekly was following orders and sat inside the clinic. She had finally gotten over the worst of whatever had knocked her and Owen flat but was trying to tell herself this was just being on the safe side. "Hello boring weekend of doom" she tried to joke to make herself feel better about this. She had the sheet with all the info and was hoping Jack would be willing to play notetaker since her handwriting was not all that great to start with. She had bagged the gloves from when she arrived since all she had then was jeans, a couple of t-shirts and her winter coat.

She also felt for the notebook which had been acting as a bit of unoffical info in case Jack needed to get this back to the Hub. Outside of not having slept so great due to worry Gwen looked like she was herself again.

DEAR RESIDENTS:

I can officially declare the Residential Clinic fully open and operational. We have two Doctors on staff, two nurses and a few of the residents with medical knowledge on staff. We have all manner of medications and natural medicinals so that we may be able to take care of whatever needs arise.

We are asking for ALL residents to fill out some paperwork on their health, last known vaccinations and so forth, plus a short, comprehensive physical. Also, considering some situations we are asking that all new arrivals be taken straight away to the clinic for a physical and detailed history of their health and vaccinations, as well as any ailments they may be or are experiencing within a week before arriving to Here and the time of their arrival. We ask any and all tour givers to bring new residents to the clinic before they take them to the bar, the boutique, their room or anywhere on the residence.

Considering the severity of the incidence of an Alien Flu being brought in to the residence and the fact that some people Here have a more delicate system then others that have arrived Here, this step will be the first line of defense and the first stop from now on. (Please wake a nurse or doctor up in case of late evenings, but it should always be manned with personnel.)
This was not done without serious consideration and talking over, nor was it done to upset or point fingers at anyone arriving Here. This is our only way to stop any and all epidemics that may arise in our very small and secluded community. Hopefully, the first line of defense in case of another serious health issue that may arise as well.

Questions, Concerns, Issues, anything really that needs to be addressed? They can come to Ana Clark Office Manager and R.N., Martha Jones, M.D., or Derek Shepherd M.D.

Sincerely,
Ana Clark-Head Nurse and Clinic Manager.
Peter Petrelli-Nurse (Hospice care expert.)
Derek Shepherd and Martha Jones-Head Doctors in charge.
(Laymen) Wyatt Halliwell-Knowledgeable in Pediatric Medicine, Natural Medicine and healing practices.
(Laymen) Amanda-Medical Training.
(Laymen) Layla Williams-(Expert in cultivating Natural Medicinals, Aromatherapy, and light medical training.)

As the sun rises one might find Amanda jogging. Might because she imagines that most people would be asleep right now. She hasn't meant to be so hard to find but she has been training alot having allowed herself to get out of shape when she first arrived. Suprised that it has been so long since she has sensed an immortal.

Who: Jack Harkness & Anyone Looking For Some Fun
When: What are you doing right now? ;) (Warning: I may be a bit slow tagging...)
Where: The Games Room, Here
Rating: Oh, hell... Let's go with NC-17, 'cause Buffy wants the pool table and who is Jack to say 'no'? Snogging, swearing and shagging. Very Torchwood, actually...
Summary: Jack Harkness is trying to unwind, kill some time, and think...



He was alone in the Games Room, but that was fine. With any luck, he'd be able to shake the blues or whatever it was that had descended upon him. A feeling of 'meh', as he thought of it. After being stuck Here for a while, he was catching himself getting up at odd hours, wandering the grounds in the pouring rain, walking the roof without shoes on. He was getting used to it all, and as he couldn't die, he was having his life Here drag before his eyes as one, mindless, frustrating, numb day after the other.

Shit.

Captain Jack Harkness poured more Scotch into the crystal tumbler he'd been using for the last three hours and took a deep sip as he studied the pool table. He was playing against himself, which was interesting and boring, simultaneously. He wasn't drunk, but was slightly buzzed, though he had to maintain a steady pace of consumption to even keep the buzz.

Billie Holiday sang the blues on the radio over by the window. How fitting, but then, he'd requested it.

He sighed, lined up a shot and called it to the empty room.

"Eight ball in the side pocket..."

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.

What: Lucas and Layla's reception, night, Saturday.
Who: Invitations were given out to many residents of Here, mainly OTA (OOC notes-No Tags from The Bunny AKA Mister Bunny, please and thank you kindly.)
Where:: Set on the golf course of Here, Wedding and reception. Under an arch of 13 cherry blossom trees. Reception held under a tent set up by Ms. Ginny Weasley.
Why:: Lucas and Layla want to finally set in stone their wedding nuptials with their friends and family like members of Here.
Summary: Wedding and Reception of Lucas Scott and Layla Williams-Scott, R for language tops.
Status: Incomplete.

(OOC notes: OK, I fretted on how to do this, so what I plan to do is to create a photo-album for the dress, an idea of what the wedding and then the reception is to look like. I will explain in as much detail as possible what everything will look like. The albums, I hope, will cut down on image overload. I will lay everything out as far as who is doing what, with who and where. I will do my best to separate the post into the bride and groom with wedding party and pastor. Then the next section can be set up as the guests reactions to the event. A separate post will be made for the reception. It will be more free for all, I will try an assimilate some type of order to it. What I think might work best is to have the wedding party separate, then each member invited to the wedding gets to post a blurb as a reaction to the wedding. Then I will make another post for them walking down the aisle to the end and people then can each post another reactionary blurb. the reception will be more thread like. This way things don't get clogged. I will add a string from each person Lucas gave out an invite too, then a blank section for those coming with a guest as a date or who didn't get an invite handed to them, but picked them up from the lobby. You can add your own names, also please add your own tags as you join, so we get an actual account of who showed and not a wrong account based on misinformation. Below I will list all the people involved in the wedding and reception events, their song, who is giving speeches, special dances, etc. Each will have their own string at the top. The free for all type threads can happen after all those threads happen. I figure we can attack each section as people join, but there will be a placeholder there for that specific thread to happen. IF anyone has a question, email me or google talk me at slavetoserendipity@gmail.com. The pictures I will be posting will not be exact renditions of how the areas will look, just a general idea.)

(See PICS provided with descriptions for reception, description of reception is included in wedding post: http://s300.photobucket.com/albums/nn7/Hippiechylde/Reception/ )


( Remember tonight, for it is the beginning of always.  )

Who: Damn near everyone (except for Mr. Bunny).
Where: The Ballroom (where you dance, not where you play with balls).
When: Right now, actually... ;)
Rating: Jack swears sometimes, some maybe PG-13. Will alter if required.
Summary: Stag and Doe for Lucas and Layla.


The sign on the Ballroom door read:

Stag and Doe: Lucas and Layla (respectively). 
Come on in and help them celebrate 
their love for one another (that means you)

Jack checked to make sure everything was in place. The sound system was ready to take requests. He had arranged for a microphone to be set up on a small, raised platform, for announcements, speeches and the like. There were streamers and balloons, two tables of food and a table of beverages for all tastes. He had two crowns set aside for the special couple to wear later on and party favours scattered around the room.

Right now, he set the music for some soft rock 'n' roll, so people could dance if they wanted, but could converse comfortably. He figured 'simple but fun' was the way to go. He'd thought about the whole 'girl popping out of the cake' scenario, and even considered twisting it so that he popped out of the cake instead, but this was a 'family show', not one of those parties.

Jack, dressed simply in a blue t-shirt, jeans and sneakers, checked his watch and waited for people to arrive, hoping that Layla and Lucas would like what he'd done. He hadn't really met Layla yet, so he was a little nervous.

I'm a Best Man who doesn't really know the Bride-to-Be. How weird is that?

[[ OOC: Ahem, sorry. Posting order? What is this strange thing you speak of? ;) I didn't set it up that way at all, at all. Just have fun, tag who you like, and dance when the spirit moves you. :D ]]

*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. *

What the hell? Bobby is dressed in thick layers of shirts, sweaters and a jacket, and is STILL cold. This SUCKS!

He is outside trying to feel something of his power, but it's just not there.

He can't remember actually feeling cold since his powers first started manifesting, and now he's wondering if this is how normal people feel all the time.

The scowl on his face might give away his opinion of losing his powers. Still, the meteor shower is pretty cool.

He probably doesn't even realise he's making his own sound effects as they shoot across the sky.

"Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"

Ginny doesn't like this. She hadn't really believed that her magic could be taken away from her--even temporarily--by a random celestial event. Her wand not working had unnerved her, and she still has it in the pocket of her cloak as she takes a thick blanket from her room outside to spread on the patio of the Residence.

She had spotted a ghost sitting in the library, and had felt comforted by the sight as she passed, but hadn't stopped to find out anything about her.

Now, she was lying on her back on the blanket in the dark, watching the streaks of light flare across the sky in a pretty wonderful show.

*Ana made her way down the hall to Manny;s room and knocked.*

Manny! Hey, I need a gas powered generator?

All Doctor's, Nurses and Jack Harkness

Ana Clark
Dr. Jones
Dr. Shepherd
Nurse Petrelli
Jack Harkness
The place we shall be meeting will be made known then and with the assistance of Ginny Weasley, I hope to have a very private meetings for private matters.

Oh also Ginny Weasley, I am in need of your assistance.

Once this meeting is over and done with, anyone wishing to help out with the clinic

Amanda
Wyatt Halliwell
And anyone else that showed interest, I will be contacting you and setting up some kind of all inclusive meeting.

Thank you for your time.

Nurse Ana Clark