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jigokulogs2022-09-14 01:14 pm
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(open) apollo's art.
Who ⬤ The clinic crew and perhaps you!
What ⬤ A open mingle log for all needs
When ⬤ September and onwards
Where ⬤ Between Sutoku and Enma territories
Content Warnings ⬤ Possible discussion of medical procedures, others in headers if needed
Open from eight AM to eight PM, this Lost Soul-maintained clinic has been quietly offering assistance to those in need for the past several months. To those in the know, the red cross sign in the window is a beacon for people who need a professional's eye and who for one reason or another - financial, skeptical, etc. - would prefer the intimacy of a private facility. To those not, the whispers are enough to point you in the right direction, the general agreement to not shout about it and keep it under the radar, for affordable and easily accessed healthcare is worth its own weight in gold
Patients are primarily checked in at the front, and either seen by a doctor or one of the assistants. Everything from basic checkups to immediate care is available, as well as compounded medicine for those with particular ailments. To things that just can't be handled in the private space, the staff will see to the proper referrals. Walk ins are always available - even emergencies, just call the number on the sign with the hours.
For staff and volunteers, there's always something to do. Paperwork, attending to patients, taking turns on the front desk, supply transport and acquisition - there's always an assignment for the day, and a schedule written up to be followed on the local chalkboard. Yes, the space below can be for whatever doodles you want, or just writing in when you'll next need time off. The break room contains one Nice radio, courtesy of a certain audiophile, and whether one is following the intricacies of oni baseball or new tunes, it's treated with respect. The calendar pinned to the wall contains everyone's noted down birthdays as per their hiring sheets, and there is now debate on starting a book club, given the inclination of most working there.
The second floor of the clinic is not yet finished, but Dr. Dyer has plans for it, and it's being worked on during slower shifts. Cleaning, painting, and basic repair is to be expected, as well as getting it ready to include a few more beds for when overnight patients are needed. Out the back door, however, is the most popular place to take a break amongst those working - the herbal garden filled with medicinal plants, steadily maintained along the other tasks at hand. A pair of small benches offers a place to rest one's feet, and the scene of tranquility is complete with the sound of the recently installed fountain - the water within also has healing properties, and is used in treatments. But one doesn't need to be ill to appreciate a calming scene.
The city keeps them busy enough, and the clinic so far manages to persevere, putting down small roots in Hell.
(this is a mingle log for everyone who comes through the clinic through the month of september and onwards. all top levels are welcome, from those already involved to new patients to those curious about the workings. talk to your friends, get someone to look at you bleeding your own blood, help with whatever you like - the sky is yours.
if you have any questions, pm me, otherwise enjoy!) © tessisamess
What ⬤ A open mingle log for all needs
When ⬤ September and onwards
Where ⬤ Between Sutoku and Enma territories
Content Warnings ⬤ Possible discussion of medical procedures, others in headers if needed
JIGOKUCHO COMMUNITY CLINIC
♬♬♬Patients are primarily checked in at the front, and either seen by a doctor or one of the assistants. Everything from basic checkups to immediate care is available, as well as compounded medicine for those with particular ailments. To things that just can't be handled in the private space, the staff will see to the proper referrals. Walk ins are always available - even emergencies, just call the number on the sign with the hours.
For staff and volunteers, there's always something to do. Paperwork, attending to patients, taking turns on the front desk, supply transport and acquisition - there's always an assignment for the day, and a schedule written up to be followed on the local chalkboard. Yes, the space below can be for whatever doodles you want, or just writing in when you'll next need time off. The break room contains one Nice radio, courtesy of a certain audiophile, and whether one is following the intricacies of oni baseball or new tunes, it's treated with respect. The calendar pinned to the wall contains everyone's noted down birthdays as per their hiring sheets, and there is now debate on starting a book club, given the inclination of most working there.
The second floor of the clinic is not yet finished, but Dr. Dyer has plans for it, and it's being worked on during slower shifts. Cleaning, painting, and basic repair is to be expected, as well as getting it ready to include a few more beds for when overnight patients are needed. Out the back door, however, is the most popular place to take a break amongst those working - the herbal garden filled with medicinal plants, steadily maintained along the other tasks at hand. A pair of small benches offers a place to rest one's feet, and the scene of tranquility is complete with the sound of the recently installed fountain - the water within also has healing properties, and is used in treatments. But one doesn't need to be ill to appreciate a calming scene.
The city keeps them busy enough, and the clinic so far manages to persevere, putting down small roots in Hell.
(this is a mingle log for everyone who comes through the clinic through the month of september and onwards. all top levels are welcome, from those already involved to new patients to those curious about the workings. talk to your friends, get someone to look at you bleeding your own blood, help with whatever you like - the sky is yours.
if you have any questions, pm me, otherwise enjoy!) © tessisamess
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...while testing a new sword.
That's why the glove for her right hand is tucked under her armpit. She had to get it off because the right wrist is now swollen and red, and she's clutching it to her chest as though trying to squeeze it back right.]
It's a sprain.
[that's it that's all you're getting]
no subject
[ He recognizes this girl as the one he had spoken to about weapons earlier in the month. He finds himself talking about matters of extreme violence with kids far more frequently than he likes, but there's no helping it here -- and from the looks of that sprain, she went ahead and jumped directly into some sort of fray.
He rises to his feet, grabbing a new clipboard on his way out and surveying Larcei, her expression as petulant as he's come to expect guests of the Clinic to be. ]
Come on, I can help you out with that. But you do need to give me a name.
[ He doesn't particularly care if it's even her real one, but paperwork needs filing, and they need to have a running document on their patients. ]
no subject
at least in that she won't be a failure of a descendant.]
Larcei. [She runs her eye over him again, trying to distract herself from pain and personal humiliation.] We talked before. About the weapons people use here.
no subject
[ He leads her into a particularly small room, set aside for cases that aren't so dire that the patient needs to be able to lie down for it. Kim will be able to perform an examination well enough in this cramped space with Larcei sitting up, so long as she'll weather some pokes and prods in the name of medical care. ]
And my name is Kim Kitsuragi. I'm a volunteer here, as you may have been able to guess -- but I'm more than capable of treating you. Let me take a look.
[ He reaches for her elbow, rolling up her sleeve so he can get a better look at the bruising and swelling. ]
What happened? Something to do with a fight, or a spar, perhaps?
no subject
...Gods, did he have to ask? Did he really have to? That's her first thought, and the anger at hearing the question flashes across Larcei's face. But that's not fair. That's her own humiliation surging up, and she knows that the anger should not be directed at Kim Kitsuragi.]
...no. [just the 'no' won't be enough. she knows that. but. gods. she has to keep going!!] I was trying out a new sword.
[If she wasn't in pain from her wrist, she might be able to resist the impulse to hang her head in shame. Unfortunately she doesn't quite have resistance in her right now.]