cyclone "cy" kapur. (synergies) wrote in emillion, @ 2013-05-21 21:35:00 |
|
|||
Entry tags: | !complete, !thread, cyclone kapur, merrion priddy |
just another day at the office.
WHO: Cy Kapur & Merrion Priddy, esq.
WHAT: A resident hypochondriac stops by for some healing, only to be stopped at the gates by the assistant.
WHEN: This afternoon.
WHERE: Cormac's clinic.
WARNINGS: Probably none.
STATUS: In-progress!
Even when she spent the entire day holed up in the clinic, life had a way of escalating to a manic pace and keeping Cy bustling back and forth, scurrying from one engagement to another. There was always another prescription to be filled; another invoice to sign; another medical bill to scrutinise and question and tear apart (Yes, you did purchase an Ether, and don't you dare try to swindle us out of it); the lab exploded once, but the oozing puddles of chemicals were soon whisked away; she even snuck herself a drink from Cormac's reservoir after lunch; there were five meddlesome clients, soon dealt with; she signed for the delivery of one hundred glass beakers at noon, and only three of them were shattered when she accidentally tripped on the doorstop; she tried to balance the inventory but soon threw the book under the workbench in distress, then eventually had to go crawling after it on hands and knees in defeat.
In short: just another day at the clinic.
But finally, come 4PM, Cy glanced at the clock, tipped her chair back, literally kicked her boots up onto the front desk, and heaved a sigh of relief. She balanced there precariously, eyes drifting closed, finally ready to relax --
Until the trilling sound of the bell made her eyes snap open and the legs of the chair slam back onto the floor.
Oh, fuck.