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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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In the end, he plays it safe.]
Do you want to live here forever? [He returns to meeting Godot's gaze, or some approximation of it, because he really has no idea where Godot's eyes actually are. Or if he even has them.] The only way to leave is to pay off your contract with your faction. And I don't think our respected leaders will have much patience for those who don't play the game their way.
[That's all the explanation he offers; Kazuma feels it's self-evident, with that in mind, why he feels he doesn't have much choice here.]
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(No... even as tempting as it is to think that way. He has two reasons to live, and two reasons only-- and neither of them are here in Jigoku-cho.)
He's tempted to ask if Kazuma has ever heard of a single person actually completing their contract, but that doesn't seem like a good question to ask out in the open. Nor is it one he wants the answer to, he decides, when he realizes that it might be "no." Then they're all just as trapped as Kazuma describes.]
Perhaps not. But that's still making a choice. We are all prisoners on the wheel of fate, in Hell or on Earth.
[Very insightful, Geddy Lee.]
What calls you so urgently away from here?
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He doesn't even know why it fills him with such shame to admit it. Is it really just that he feels... defective, not knowing anything about himself? Where others at least have their own self-assurance to fall back on, even in hell, Kazuma doesn't even have that. All he can do is muddle through and hope things make sense to him eventually, or failing that, that he can at least pay off his contract and then everything will make sense.
Once he has his memories. Once he remembers why it is he has to get to London.]
I guess I'll find out when I get there.
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The siren call of destiny, beckoning down a winding road through pure darkness... A melody so powerful it can even call a man back from the depths of hell.
[The edge of his lip rises in a grim little smile.]
Something like that?
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I wouldn't have put it that way, but yes, something like that.
[There really isn't a better way to describe it but a calling, so Godot isn't actually wrong. But here's an opportunity to take the focus of the conversation off of himself, which he will gladly do!]
So what, there's nothing for you back where you came from? No reason to want to return? Is that what you're trying to say?
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[A dramatic jazz leitmotif is not actually kicking up in the background, but it may as well be.]
You see, I've heard just such a call myself. I already crawled back from the depths of hell once before this. Let's just say, this time's a lot more tolerable.
[Literally anything would be.]
As far as I know, I have time to play the long game. And I will, if it gets me what I want. I see no pressing need to rush.
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Suit yourself. I have no intention of wasting my time here any longer than I have to. [Even if it will take years.]
I'd prefer to only go through hell once, if I must.
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[This would be a moment where he swigs some coffee. If he had any.]
Seems to me, our preferences don't matter one bit to the powers that be. [He would also prefer to only go through hell once. Proverbially or otherwise.] The best we can do is stay aware of the situation at large, and maneuver where we can.
That's the way I see it, at least.