The ink on the paper

Gotta say, this is a new one, Fishbowl. I'm covered in tattoos. Sure makes me look like some kinda scary medic, yanno. They're pretty interestin', at least. Some strange form of writin' I've never seen before. And wings. Weird. Really weird.

'least I haven't had any patients runnin' away, though the kid that stuck the toy car up his nose told me I'm scary.

Dear Sphere,

Yanno, that sense of humor ya got ain't funny, makin' Rabbit a rabbit. Ha ha. I get the pun. But did ya hafta go for the hair? Not bein' able to wear shoes is bad enough. And I keep hittin' these giant rabbit ears on the doorway. At least I managed to file the fingernails down far enough so I don't go 'round stabbin' my patients, yanno? Geez.

No love,
Bookman

[ooc: So Rabbit's been turned into a Viera! Yes, I know Viera are only chicks but whatevs. Don't ruin my fun. They're the closest I could find in making Rabbit a giant humanesque rabbit :D. So right now, Rabbit's running around in his usual black shirt, white pants, no boots, still pasty as ever (get a tan, Rabbit!), white hair (like the one on the left in the picture) and giant rabbit ears. :D ]

Dear Sphere,

Why an annoyin' li'l panda? Of all things to have follow me, it had to be that. Why couldn't it be those blue fish that stalked me months ago? Or cats? Or even puppies?

No love
Bookman.

I really don't get it. This panda just showed up this mornin', callin' me an idiot, then followed me around. Dumb thing won't go away or shut up. Nag nag nag. That's all it seems to do. Why does that feel so familiar? [ scratched out, but ya can squint at it if you wanna ]

Seems I'm not the only one either. I've seen a few critters followin' people around at Med today. So far I've counted 3 rabbits, 2 cats, 5 dogs, a mink, and a gerbil. ('least I think that was a gerbil. Coulda been a rat for all I know.)

Who else got some critter followin' 'em around?

[ animal familiar plot yay /o/. so couldn't resist. ]

Dear stupid Fishbowl.
Memories ya can feel ain't cool, 'kay? 'specially when it involves gettin' thrown through a wall. Twice.
No thanks, Bookman.

But that was just a memory. I hit my head the other day, thus the blood on the journal. I'm fine. Nothin's broken. All patched up 'kay?

Lizard-chan, I need a day off. I feel like I've been run through with a pole.

Silver-chan? I gotta talk to ya. This one's really weird.

[ yeah, log's still going. sam's impatient! D: ]

Next time I hear, "Rabbit, let's go down to that Wilderness! Hollywood is so awesome!" I'm kindly refusin', 'kay? I got a splittin' headache and these idiots took my med bag. [ here, have a few choice words in German. Though he can't identify the language, he finds it incredibly effective to swear in it. ]

Word of advice. Never drop paper in Hollywood. They manhandle ya and crack your head open on the pavement for it.

Lizard-chan. I'm gonna be late for work. Very late.