jigokulogs | (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

JIGOKUCHO COMMUNITY CLINIC

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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

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[the receptionist looks her over with a head tilt, being pulled out of the novel she had been reading. she looks rather indifferent, and then lets out a little sigh.]

Are you here for a consultation for medicine, or is it something else? Dr. Dyer is currently on break.

[everything in her demeanor seems to indicate that she'd like the least fussy explanation possible.]

It is something else, and quite important, so I must insist.

[She does pause for a moment, though.] If she is on break, I can wait here for her.

Take a seat, then. You've got fifteen minutes to pass.

[at least they have some books and magazines, though the latter were donated and probably a month or so out of date. distantly in the background is the reassuring murmur of whatever Jigokucho has in the way of NPR - a standard, when certain staff are working.]

[ Even if they're out of date they're still new information to Tsubaki so she's flipping through the magazines pretty placidly. The JNPR is a little distracting (radio isn't a thing in Creation) but she knows there's no point being openly impatient.

But she's still counting down every second of fifteen minutes. Nine hundred, by the way. ]

[true to the receptionist's word, in fifteen minutes a woman appears in the front lobby, carrying a cup full of green tea, which she sets by the receptionist.]

Thank you, Chiyo.

[the crane woman inclines her head in Tsubaki's direction, and takes her tea to sip. her job done, she'd prefer to go back to her book. but Emily now turns to Tsubaki with a polite and patient smile.]

And thank you for waiting. I'm Emily Dyer - what brings you in today?

[already she's turning, motioning that she can follow her down into an exam room to speak privately.]

[And Tsubaki waits until they are at least somewhat down the hallway, before speaking--]

...I have questions I need to ask about the Wastelands. About what to expect from the land there, and the people there.

The Wastelands? Forgive me, miss, but wouldn't you be better served going to a library for that instead of a medical clinic? I'm not quite sure what I can do for you in that capacity.

[which. she needs to set someone to the task of pulling from the Sutoku network that very information herself.

but if this woman wants to talk business, she's going about it wrong. gentle correction would be needed.]

[She's trying so, so hard not to pout. The effort is momumental. Heroic. She should exalt a second time for this. But she is a grown-ass woman and she will not pout!

...Much.]

...I rather would have thought so too, but when I asked where to start, Majima-san said with you, Dr. Dyer. I am terribly sorry to be wasting your time.

[there's a noticeable pause there, and she's glad her face is turned away, so that Tsubaki can't see the look that briefly flashes in her eyes. fondness, but a touch of exasperation.]

...So, you're here on business. What he neglected to tell you is I don't do that within these walls - not when I'm upholding my sworn commitment to those that need me. If that's your goal, we should meet elsewhere when I'm off my shift. Somewhere a little more private.

[Tsubaki does huff in exasperation. Boss!!! She just got her!!!!! TELL HER THESE THINGS!!!!!]

...It must have slipped his mind.

[She sighs, and then rallies her professionalism.]

Well, as I am the one troubling you, it seems only fair to me that you choose where and when.

Let's meet somewhere a touch more discreet.

[writing on her clipboard paper, she gives Tsubaki a note - this evening, at a teahouse that runs later hours.]

Tell me your name, miss, so I might know who to expect.

[She takes the note, reads it, and tucks it into her sleeve with practiced Nonchalance. This, at least, she's used to doing.]

Tsubaki. Thank you kindly for your understanding, Doctor.

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