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ᴇᴍɪʟʏ ᴅʏᴇʀ ([personal profile] medicative) wrote in [community profile] jigokulogs2022-09-14 01:14 pm

(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
tonguecutter: (🐦︎ 008)

[personal profile] tonguecutter 2022-09-21 12:32 am (UTC)(link)
[ Fortunately, Emily left enough room around her for Beni to transform back into her human(oid) form in a quick puff of smoke. A small human-looking girl with a feathered straw coat and hair a vibrant crimson stands where the tiny sparrow was, holding bento boxes in her arms. Five of them, to be precise, spick-and-span bamboo bento boxes neatly stacked on top of one another as she takes all the care she can muster to make sure that her hold on them is firm.

She counts herself a bit fortunate that the boxes are covering the bottom half of her face right now, lest the pink on her cheeks give away her embarrassment too much. ]


It's more of a gift delivery than a supplies delivery, cheep-cheep. I prepared some lunch boxes for the doctors here, in appreciation. I don't know how many doctors there are, though, so I was trying to fly around and see.

[ A bit of a foolish plan, now that she thinks on it. She should have done her scouting beforehand, taking stock before making the preparations, but the clinic always seemed to be busy, and she didn't want to bother the staff with all the comings and goings, with patients to see and examinations to perform, so she simply...hedged her bets on 5 being a hopefully reasonable amount to make. ]
tonguecutter: (🐦︎ 005)

[personal profile] tonguecutter 2022-09-22 05:34 am (UTC)(link)
[ She nods, in lieu of a bow due to the obvious obstacle here. ]

My name is Beni-Enma, chirp.

[ With...no affiliation with the Enma in this particular Hell. Inwardly, she's relieved that her luck pulled through once more and she hedged her bets on the correct amount of bento boxes to make for them. ]
tonguecutter: (🐦︎ 010)

[personal profile] tonguecutter 2022-09-27 01:13 am (UTC)(link)
[ She lets out a soft noise of acknowledgement, not quite an "okay" but not a refusal either. Her grip on the boxes strengthens, and she follows Emily to wherever the latter leads, keeping her pace steady and balanced. ]