(open) apollo's art.

[medicative]

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.

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(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

Comments

[aceslow]

That it is. I seem to recall you saying you wanted to pick my brain in private -- and it just so happens that the only other person whose break coincides with mine is busy attending to a chronically-late patient. And a chronically chatty one as well.

[ Kim loathes dealing with them. How many ways can one man grunt his assent and beg someone with his eyes to get a move on? He cups his hands around the mug, warming them. ]

Is now a good time, or are you planning on doing the rounds?

[beenwaitinglong]

Now's just fine. I was planning to camp out in here until the stock runs low or gets cold. [Or he drinks it all on his own, honestly. He'd rather that than waste unsipped coffee going stale in a thermos.

Also after the other day, he's trying to avoid getting a reputation as a prick, which approaching several of the staff members straight-up will probably not... help, at this point.]

If you've been here a while, you ought to know better than anyone just how true the story being spoonfed to us is. [He takes a moment to pour himself a mug out of one of the other thermoses.] Namely, the contracts.

[aceslow]

Ah. The contracts.

[ Kim has not discussed his own with any. He certainly will not discuss the details with Mr. Godot, a man that he had just met. He can scarcely admit to himself the veracity of his deeply-held ideals, ideals that he thought had been quashed a long, long time ago. But he's glad that someone is talking about it; it has always struck him as odd how few people do, how few people have come to the sensible conclusion that they are likely nothing but lies, held before them to keep them quiet, obedient, dedicated.

Thoughtfully, he takes a sip of his coffee, the steam fogging up his glasses. ]

If you're asking purely about what I have observed, then the answer is that I have observed nothing. None of us have been here for long enough to earn such a hefty reward. [ His answer is artless, but honest. ] If you're asking about my opinion on the matter, I have my doubts. They have given us no reason to blindly accept what they've told us.

[ His eyes flit towards the visor - blindly accept - and manages not to grimace. Bad choice of words. ]

[beenwaitinglong]

Ha...! Here I was starting to wonder if my skepticism was really unwarranted. But if something sounds too good to be true, it usually is.

[That's the oldest rule in the book. And the offer they made to him is so tempting, so personal, so impossible, even he was willing to believe it. Maybe he still is. Ms. Wexler's words run through his head. If there's no hope, then what's the point?

There is no outward sign whatsoever that he even parsed the "blind" remark. Instead he takes a sip and then handles his mug thoughtfully.]

Of course no one will ever receive evidence of a contract being granted. It'll stay in the realm of rumors and hearsay, and a lack of results will be chalked up to a lack of faith.

Though in a place where magic and demons are real, maybe people are a little more willing to believe.