Accordions
Accordion: Standard Group (With Department Cards)
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Visit Us
- S Building, S072
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Brookhaven
3939 Valley View Lane
Farmers Branch, TX 75244
Call or Email Us
- 972-860-4195
- Email the Brookhaven Health Center
Hours of Operation
- Mon-Fri: 10 a.m.-4 p.m.
Visit Us
- A Building, A104
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Cedar Valley
3030 N. Dallas Ave.
Lancaster, TX 75134
Call or Email Us
- 972-860-8277
- Email the Cedar Valley Health Center
Hours of Operation
- Mon-Fri: 10 a.m.-4 p.m.
Visit Us
- B Building, B1800
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Eastfield
3737 Motley Drive
Mesquite, TX 75150
Call Us
- 972-860-7190
- Email the Eastfield Health Center
Hours of Operation
- Mon-Fri: 10 a.m.-4 p.m.
Visit Us
- A Building, A270
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El Centro
801 Main St.
Dallas, TX 75202
Call or Email Us
- 214-860-2111
- Email the El Centro Health Center
Hours of Operation
- Mon-Fri: 10 a.m.-4 p.m.
Visit Us
- S Building, S1080
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Mountain View
4849 W. Illinois Ave.
Dallas, TX 75211
Call or Email Us
- 214-860-8509
- Email the Mountain View Health Center
Hours of Operation
- Mon-Fri: 10 a.m.-4 p.m.
Visit Us
- C Building, C200
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North Lake
5001 N. MacArthur Blvd.
Irving, TX 75038
Call or Email Us
- 972-273-3170
- Email the North Lake Health Center
Hours of Operation
- Mon-Fri: 10 a.m.-4 p.m.
Visit Us
- Thunderduck Hall, T110
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Richland
12800 Abrams Road
Dallas, TX 75243
Call or Email Us
- 972-238-6135
- Email Richland Health Center
Hours of Operation
- Mon-Fri: 10 a.m.-4 p.m.
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Accordion: Quiet Group (With Department Cards)
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Visit Us
- Thunderduck Hall, T-150
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Richland
12800 Abrams Rd.
Dallas, TX 75243
Call or Email Us
- 972-238-6900 (general information)
- 972-238-6291 (direct line)
- 972-238-6165 (fax)
- Email Richland Multicultural Center (for resident students)
- Email Richland Multicultural Center (for international students)
Connect with Us
Hours for Multicultural Center
- Mon-Thurs: 8 a.m. - 7 p.m.
- Fri: 8 a.m. - 5 p.m.
- Sat-Sun: Closed
- Note: Closed every Wednesday from 1-4 p.m. for staff meeting, except during peak registration
Visit Us
- Thunderduck Hall, T-150
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Richland
12800 Abrams Rd.
Dallas, TX 75243
Call or Email Us
- 972-238-6900 (general information)
- 972-238-6291 (direct line)
- 972-238-6165 (fax)
- Email Richland Multicultural Center (for resident students)
- Email Richland Multicultural Center (for international students)
Connect with Us
Hours for Multicultural Center
- Mon-Thurs: 8 a.m. - 7 p.m.
- Fri: 8 a.m. - 5 p.m.
- Sat-Sun: Closed
- Note: Closed every Wednesday from 1-4 p.m. for staff meeting, except during peak registration
Visit Us
- Thunderduck Hall, T-150
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Richland
12800 Abrams Rd.
Dallas, TX 75243
Call or Email Us
- 972-238-6900 (general information)
- 972-238-6291 (direct line)
- 972-238-6165 (fax)
- Email Richland Multicultural Center (for resident students)
- Email Richland Multicultural Center (for international students)
Connect with Us
Hours for Multicultural Center
- Mon-Thurs: 8 a.m. - 7 p.m.
- Fri: 8 a.m. - 5 p.m.
- Sat-Sun: Closed
- Note: Closed every Wednesday from 1-4 p.m. for staff meeting, except during peak registration
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Accordion: Standard Single (With a People Card)
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Leo McGarry
DR
- White House Chief of Staff
- West Wing, White House
- 202-555-5678
- Email Leo
- Credentials
- Remote Day: Thurs, 8 a.m.-5 p.m.
- Late Days: Mon, 10 a.m.-7 p.m.
- Reg. Days: Tues, Wed & Fri, 8 a.m.-5 p.m.
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Accordion: Quiet Single
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By day, they were web editors, tirelessly refining website content, fixing broken links, and tweaking search engine optimization. But when the sun dipped below the horizon, they transformed into an elite squad of digital superheroes known as The Codex.
There was Max, the CSS savant who could manipulate stylesheets like magic. With a single swipe of his hand, he could alter the appearance of any webpage in an instant. Sleek, polished layouts appeared where chaos once reigned, ensuring that every website The Codex touched looked flawless.
Next was Jess, the JavaScript mastermind. With the flick of her wrist, she could manipulate any interactive element, making animations come to life, complex forms function smoothly, and data flow seamlessly between client and server. Every website she worked on became faster, more intuitive, and engaging.
No team would be complete without Maria, the Accessibility Avenger. She had the power to ensure that no user was left behind, regardless of disability. She could perceive barriers that others couldn’t see and eliminate them with precision. Websites became universally usable under her touch, with screen readers humming and keyboard navigation gliding effortlessly.
The fourth member was the enigmatic Code Phantom, known simply as “Phan.” He specialized in back-end development, a shadowy figure in the world of servers and databases. Phan was silent but deadly efficient, able to fix security vulnerabilities in a heartbeat and optimize server speeds with a few clicks. Websites ran faster, smoother, and without a hitch thanks to his nocturnal vigilance.
Together, The Codex patrolled the digital world, but their headquarters was a small, unassuming office in a towering city building. By day, they worked regular 9-to-5 jobs, blending in with their fellow colleagues at Atlas Web Services. Their day-to-day duties included ensuring that pages loaded quickly, checking for spelling errors, and organizing media files. To their coworkers, Max, Jess, Maria, and Phan were just another group of web editors, methodically working through tickets and resolving requests.
But after hours, their roles flipped entirely. The Codex didn't just manage websites — they saved them. When a massive client site went down due to a server breach at 2 a.m., it wasn’t an ordinary IT team that restored order. It was Phan, tracing malicious code through the dark web and patching the hole before any data could be compromised. When a global nonprofit’s fundraising platform failed during a major charity drive, Jess swooped in, repairing buggy code and rerouting transactions within minutes. Meanwhile, Max worked his magic, redesigning the interface to make the site more appealing to donors, while Maria ensured the forms were accessible to all.
The Codex moved swiftly, unseen by the outside world, restoring order to the digital landscape just in time for the sun to rise. By morning, their clients would wake up to find their websites perfectly restored, their systems optimized, and their pages running more efficiently than ever. They had no idea the true reason why.
To everyone else, Max, Jess, Maria, and Phan were merely web editors. But in the quiet hours of the night, they were something much more: guardians of the internet, unsung heroes in a world that never sleeps.
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Accordion: Quiet Single Small
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As dawn approached, The Codex had just finished a routine sweep of their digital landscape, ensuring all the websites they managed were running smoothly. But tonight felt different. The air was thick with tension, and even Maria, usually calm and collected, had an uneasy feeling.
"Something's coming," Jess murmured, her fingers hovering over her keyboard. "There's too much silence. It feels... wrong."
Max nodded. "The logs are too clean. No errors, no broken links, no rogue scripts. It's almost... too perfect."
Just as he spoke, their screens began to flicker. A chilling laugh echoed through their communication system, sending shivers down their spines.
"Well, well, well, if it isn't The Codex," boomed a voice dripping with malice. "Always keeping the internet safe, aren't you? Let’s see how you handle some real chaos!"
The voice belonged to none other than their arch-nemesis: Captain Road Block, a supervillain notorious for his ability to create impossible obstacles in the digital world. He could corrupt files, crash servers, and cause endless 404 errors with a snap of his fingers. His specialty was throwing bizarre, unpredictable roadblocks that even the most seasoned developers couldn’t untangle easily.
"Oh no, not him again," Max groaned. "Last time, it took us hours to restore the DNS records after he wiped them."
"This time, we’re ready for him," Phan said, his eyes narrowing. "We just need to anticipate his moves and be faster."
Suddenly, the screens flashed again, and warnings began pouring in. Websites that had been running flawlessly moments ago were now breaking down. Buttons vanished, navigation bars went haywire, and entire web pages became endless loops of redirects. Clients' messages started flooding their inbox, each more frantic than the last.
"Looks like your precious websites are hitting a few roadblocks!" Captain Road Block cackled. "You might want to check those critical forms. They’re… gone." His laugh echoed again, sending waves of frustration through the team.
"Stay calm," Maria said, rising from her chair. "He thrives on chaos, but we know how to handle this."
Jess was the first to act. "I’ll work on the forms. He must’ve broken the JavaScript. I’ll re-route the code paths manually if I have to."
Max was already scanning the CSS. "He’s distorted all the layouts. I can’t even recognize some of the structures. It’s like he’s mixed old code with new." With a flick of his fingers, he began rewriting the style sheets, restoring the visual order piece by piece.
Phan tapped into the backend, his fingers flying across the keyboard. "I’ve detected his entry point. He’s using some kind of corrupted file injection. I’ll patch the vulnerability and secure the database."
But Captain Road Block wasn’t finished. As The Codex fought to restore the sites, more chaos unfolded. Links that were supposed to lead to important resources now redirected users to nowhere, displaying the dreaded “404 Page Not Found” error. Images that had been perfectly optimized turned into broken placeholders. And the worst of all—the servers were starting to buckle under the weight of repeated attacks.
"You think you can outsmart me?" Road Block sneered. "You may have speed, but I have unpredictability on my side. Let’s see how your precious accessibility works when I inject random CAPTCHA verifications into every user interaction! Try accessing your precious websites now!"
Maria’s eyes narrowed. "He’s deliberately targeting our accessibility layers." She quickly opened her accessibility toolkit. "Not on my watch. I’ll rewrite the forms and disable his CAPTCHA loops. Phan, can you block the entry points for these scripts?"
"On it," Phan replied, his focus sharp. He cut off the source of the malicious CAPTCHA injections and rerouted the incoming traffic to newly secured servers. Meanwhile, Maria restructured the forms, adding clean, accessible paths for screen readers and keyboard navigation, undoing the damage Road Block had caused.
Max’s fingers danced across his keyboard, tweaking every last visual inconsistency until the websites were functional again. "CSS restored," he said, wiping sweat from his brow.
Jess, meanwhile, was deep in the heart of the JavaScript code, weaving new layers of interactivity and restoring the broken forms. "Got the forms back. Everything’s functioning like before."
As the team restored order across their client websites, the final laugh of Captain Road Block echoed again. "You may have won this round, Codex, but I’ll be back. And next time, you won’t be so lucky!" His voice faded as the last of his corrupt scripts dissolved into nothing.
The Codex sat back in their chairs, exhausted but triumphant. "He won’t stop," Max said, shaking his head. "But neither will we."
Jess smiled. "The internet needs us, roadblocks or not. We'll be ready for him."
And so, as the first rays of sunlight broke through the windows of their office, The Codex prepared for the next battle, knowing that the digital world was only ever one step away from chaos. But as long as they were around, Captain Road Block’s plans would never succeed.
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