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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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Wouldn't that be nice. Something fresh, untouched and unsullied. A thing with promise and potential laid out before it. A new beginning.
But even in Jigokucho, where their histories are all locked away behind the doors of other universes — the friends who came here with you, if you're exceptionally unlucky — the past taints everything. Every interaction is coloured by memories of what came before. Kate's hands grip the mug a little tighter.
Their names don't mean anything, it's true, but they carry all the weight of who they were before. Of who they're trying to get back to being. )
Only if you know people here.
( A shocking number of people are loose with their tongues here, really.
And if she was going to say anything else, the rumbling of her stomach cuts that off. Goddammit. )
—What's in? ( Coffee on the counter, she begins to ferret through. Yoghurt, fruits, hardboiled eggs in a container that's labelled DO NOT TOUCH!!!!! (five exclamation marks? Really?)
Oooh. Cucumber and dip. That works. )
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[ And even if all of Revachol arrived, Kim wouldn't obscure his identity from anyone. He's discussed this with other Lost Souls before, people wondering if he was worried about people whose deaths he had played in an integral role in causing, people who he had damned to a lifetime in a MoralIntern prison, coming here and seeking revenge. He's not. He's not so important in others' lives to be singularly targeted, he thinks. And even if he were, he wouldn't bother obscuring his identity. Of the Lost Souls, he knows that he's easily identified in this sea of young, perfect looking people; nobody who truly had it out for him would be able to miss him.
But Kate's own hesitance to share her true identity speaks to a different sort of life. He doesn't care to pry further. That is her own business. ]
The prepackaged things -- the eggs, the fruit, the rice balls. There's some yogurt too. And the breads, as long as you don't mind it being stale.
[ Kim personally doesn't. He doesn't have high standards when it comes to food. The cucumbers and dip are free for the taking too, though Kim has rather forgotten that he brought it; he and Kamui tend to divy it out between themselves at the end of every week. ]
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Sometimes she still wonders if she should have kept the act up, but it's one less story to keep straight. One less thing to think about. And that can't hurt.
But that is besides the immediate point. The immediate point is that Kate needs something to chop up this cucumber with. The second most immediate point is that comment about the eggs, to which Kate holds up the DO NOT TOUCH!!!!! box. )
Don't think we're s'posed to eat those.