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medicative) wrote in jigokulogs2022-03-06 04:01 pm
(open.) goldenseal
Who ⬤ Emily and open!
What ⬤ Monthly catchall - substories, life, etc.
When ⬤ Over March
Where ⬤ Across the city.
Content Warnings ⬤ TBA if needed
sprout. - post mingle
[it's not her scene at all. already on edge, Emily had kept it together long enough to get her pay advance, thanked people kindly, and then bolted. overwhelming, bad for her senses, and so she had gone to the roof, stretched her wings, and flown away. immediately, she had started feeling better, the relief that comes from exercise and movement and being out of an environment that puts her ill at ease.
where she lands, it's away from the nightclub, but she carefully wanders, trying to get her bearings. it's much harder than it appears, in the dimmer light, even with things illuminated by electricity and the life that still thrums through the place. and unfortunately for a person that looks lost, it's all too easy to get spotted by those who might be drunk, might not be, but see virtue in calling out on the street to try to get one more person to join them for fun.]
No thank you, I'm not-
[they don't seem to be willing to accept the first no for an answer. alternatively, you've arrived later, and someone has Emily slung over their shoulder. despite the awkward state of affairs, she is very clearly trying to squirm out of their grasp, more annoyed than anything else about being swept away, and the youkai holding her seems ignorant to how she's trying to get out. or maybe just used to it. ugh. she's not giving up yet though.]
growth. - night parade
[decorating is an important part of being ready for the parade, Emily knows, and for this, she can put her full energy behind it. after failing so miserably at socializing earlier, she's doing her best to remain dutiful here. that means fetching what she's been told to, assisting those who might have shakier footing, or giving gentle but honest advice about what looks best. and of course, for those harder to reach spots, it does help when you can fly up and hover some to affix it in the best spot. this might be why she keeps getting assigned to the trickier bits.
of course, no one can keep being full of steam all the time, and so it is that on break, she's found a good spot to sit down - right on a wooden box, slumped over and clutching onto a water bottle as if it will save her. but hearing any footsteps, she sits up, the flush of exertion in her face still evident.]
Has it been twenty minutes already? Goodness.
[self defense training or not, it's like running a marathon...]
bloom. - work
[she bows her head and accepts the sneers thrown her ways from the other girls - they don't understand why an uptight member of the Sutoku would seek a steadier job with the club that falls under more of the Tamamo purview, but the manager accepts it with a grunt and lets Emily have her work. employment is employment, and she needs funds if she's going to get anywhere, so she'll sell what's most useful right now - her voice. Hotaru is the stage name she chooses for herself, and she does her best to ingratiate herself with the others, learning what the band would prefer to play and what songs they can collaborate on. really, she closes her ears to anything else, keeps to herself - even the most sharp eyed can't find fault with her attitude off stage, and so she'll gain her money carefully.
so, perhaps you've come in to enjoy a leisurely night at a slower pace, and she's in the midst of her set, singing and making the right kind of eye contact with customers. maybe it's earlier, and you work there, early enough to hear the sounds of a minor scuffle in the back that ends with a door slammed and Emily stumbling out of that direction, a bundle in her arms. or maybe it's later, and you're at the bar, and a soft voice comes from your side.]
I wouldn't, if I were you.
[it's the careful grind, after all. there's the idea of quitting and finding a different place, and she has the number of a different club in another district, but...she wants her first paycheck at least.]
wildcard.
[for custom prompts and new ideas and the like. ooc intro if you'd like to plot something specific, or hit me up via PM!]
What ⬤ Monthly catchall - substories, life, etc.
When ⬤ Over March
Where ⬤ Across the city.
Content Warnings ⬤ TBA if needed
sprout. - post mingle
[it's not her scene at all. already on edge, Emily had kept it together long enough to get her pay advance, thanked people kindly, and then bolted. overwhelming, bad for her senses, and so she had gone to the roof, stretched her wings, and flown away. immediately, she had started feeling better, the relief that comes from exercise and movement and being out of an environment that puts her ill at ease.
where she lands, it's away from the nightclub, but she carefully wanders, trying to get her bearings. it's much harder than it appears, in the dimmer light, even with things illuminated by electricity and the life that still thrums through the place. and unfortunately for a person that looks lost, it's all too easy to get spotted by those who might be drunk, might not be, but see virtue in calling out on the street to try to get one more person to join them for fun.]
No thank you, I'm not-
[they don't seem to be willing to accept the first no for an answer. alternatively, you've arrived later, and someone has Emily slung over their shoulder. despite the awkward state of affairs, she is very clearly trying to squirm out of their grasp, more annoyed than anything else about being swept away, and the youkai holding her seems ignorant to how she's trying to get out. or maybe just used to it. ugh. she's not giving up yet though.]
growth. - night parade
[decorating is an important part of being ready for the parade, Emily knows, and for this, she can put her full energy behind it. after failing so miserably at socializing earlier, she's doing her best to remain dutiful here. that means fetching what she's been told to, assisting those who might have shakier footing, or giving gentle but honest advice about what looks best. and of course, for those harder to reach spots, it does help when you can fly up and hover some to affix it in the best spot. this might be why she keeps getting assigned to the trickier bits.
of course, no one can keep being full of steam all the time, and so it is that on break, she's found a good spot to sit down - right on a wooden box, slumped over and clutching onto a water bottle as if it will save her. but hearing any footsteps, she sits up, the flush of exertion in her face still evident.]
Has it been twenty minutes already? Goodness.
[self defense training or not, it's like running a marathon...]
bloom. - work
[she bows her head and accepts the sneers thrown her ways from the other girls - they don't understand why an uptight member of the Sutoku would seek a steadier job with the club that falls under more of the Tamamo purview, but the manager accepts it with a grunt and lets Emily have her work. employment is employment, and she needs funds if she's going to get anywhere, so she'll sell what's most useful right now - her voice. Hotaru is the stage name she chooses for herself, and she does her best to ingratiate herself with the others, learning what the band would prefer to play and what songs they can collaborate on. really, she closes her ears to anything else, keeps to herself - even the most sharp eyed can't find fault with her attitude off stage, and so she'll gain her money carefully.
so, perhaps you've come in to enjoy a leisurely night at a slower pace, and she's in the midst of her set, singing and making the right kind of eye contact with customers. maybe it's earlier, and you work there, early enough to hear the sounds of a minor scuffle in the back that ends with a door slammed and Emily stumbling out of that direction, a bundle in her arms. or maybe it's later, and you're at the bar, and a soft voice comes from your side.]
I wouldn't, if I were you.
[it's the careful grind, after all. there's the idea of quitting and finding a different place, and she has the number of a different club in another district, but...she wants her first paycheck at least.]
wildcard.
[for custom prompts and new ideas and the like. ooc intro if you'd like to plot something specific, or hit me up via PM!]
no subject
[she knows she's no trained songbird, nor is she likely to be. it's just a choice to not invest her time getting any better at a skill that she'd rather keep to herself.]
My one concern with getting involved with medicine here is that I believe truly that good care should not be limited based on who you ally yourself with...or who informed you that they would sponsor you. You see my dilemma.
[if she goes into legitimate work, they could very well order her to not treat other factions, and her hands would be tied. it's frustrating.]
no subject
[ he lifts a finger to his lips conspiratorially as he lowers his voice. shh. ]
I understand that working in others' territory would be daunting, but with gathering enough connections, you could get away with it. The fight-happy ones at Shuten would keep their lips zipped if they owe you their lives, while the ones at the Department will...
[ uh. fuck. this is why shylock doesn't vibe with cops UMMM. ]
If you sweeten the deal, they might turn a blind eye. After all, they are not immune to medical treatment as well, and they might consider your offers if you can provide something the local clinics cannot.
no subject
that, and she knows at least one member of the Department she could convince into anything. a better plan opens up in her head, one with more moving parts. difficult, and not something to bear up all on one head, but possible.]
...Ideally, I'd find at least two other medical staff...as long as they had the basics, they could be trained...
[half said under her breath, her mind drawing up the outline of a plan. but all of it hinges on money, so she needs to stay singing for now.]
no subject
However you plan to do this, I wish you the best of luck. I'm hardly the person to turn to when it comes to medicine [ that's like, figaro's job, and thankfully he isn't here ], but if you'd like certain brews such as relaxants to help calm your future patients down, I'd be willing to make some for you.
[ once he gets most of his powers back, that is. ]
no subject
Are you versed in alchemy, then? More than usual for a bartender, I should say.
[if he's got any expertise in handling materials in the way she needs, then it means she might not have to craft everything herself. which had been the biggest hindrance, and she misses her cabinet of supplies and finished tonics dearly.
relaxants make her think of several formulas already, and maybe it's transparent, but there's a subtle level of engagement that comes when she can discuss her true work, not performing.]
no subject
That is well beyond my expertise, I'm afraid. That said, I do specialize in making magical brews. It could be possible to translate it into modern medicine that would make it easier to swallow for other people.
[ stuff like cough syrups, for one. ]
I also remember hearing from the grapevine regarding certain drugs that have been affecting some people I know. You could try looking into that.
no subject
[a man can't run on favors alone. nor would she want to abuse generosity - it always came back to bite her.]
no subject
[ he then places his chin on his tented hands, looking at emily with what may be bedroom eyes...?! because yeah, asking a western wizard for favors can have rather unpredictable results. ]
And what shall you be using for compensation, if I may ask?
no subject
When I figure that out, you'll find me at your doorstep offering you a deal.
[everyone has something they'd want or need, reasonably. she's no stranger to bartering.]
no subject
Be it doorstep or windowsill, I can hardly wait for your proposition.
[ is emily going to be the first guest to use the door at shylock's place? stay tuned.
and with that, he straightens up with a smile and attends to another order. hopefully he'll be able to regain his magic by then, however little. ]