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Early July, or later if your character wasn't around in early July | staff

[Muscovy just showed up one day shortly after Sharon's fog lifted, and poked around a bit. He then disappeared for a few days before showing up again for longer periods of time now, just being around and watching people. Most of the time, they won't have noticed him, because if he has a talent, it isn't being noticed unless you look straight at him. But he's been around. Gotten a feel for the place.

Now he thinks that he has enough of that and starts approaching people who he assumes, going by his observations, to be staff.]

Hello.

[Have a 1m/3'3" kid looking up at you from a little distance with a smile on his face.]

Mid-July | Everyone

[Today, Muscovy has brought paint, a nice, vibrant red, and put it down at the foot of the wall with "Healers" written on it in many languages. He has some to add.

...Now he just needs to find a chair to get up to a free spot. He puts the pot with the paint down and looks around. A chair that will be tall and safe enough to use as a ladder...]

throughout July | Everyone

[It is a slow day, and Muscovy is sitting in the foyer/waiting room, knitting, his feet oddly still, considering how young he looks and that they are far from reaching the ground. One would expect them to swing a bit.

If someone comes who needs help, he will be here. If someone else is around, he will be happy about their presence. And if nobody comes... well, he'll still wait to see if someone needs help, and has a task in the meanwhile.]

Wildcard

Anything goes!

Edited 2016-07-14 21:34 (UTC)

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[ Kate had asked him to add his own version of "Clinic" to the outside of the building, which...baffled him, honestly. He was the only one who'd be able to read the symbol, and if another angel was to arrive in the city...well, he'd presumably know at once.

But he obeyed anyway, and for now he sat outside the clinic, covered in paint because what is a paintbrush, transcribing the Enochian symbol for "Place of healing" beside all the others. It was probably more trouble than it was worth, would draw the wrong kind of attention, but there was no denying Kate when she wanted something, and Castiel had become awful, frankly, at saying no to anyone. He couldn't argue, he didn't have it in him.

So he just painted, quietly. ]

2.

[ Another day, Castiel can be found just sitting outside, with his eyes closed. He listened to the quiet. A jabberjay halted on the roof above, but its disturbance was nothing compared to the usual sound of birds and bees and life that had surrounded him back on earth. It made him sad to think of how much he missed that sound, the vibrancy of God's Creation.

And these deities had told him that they weren't capable. In some ways he was grateful for that knowledge--and in others...

He just missed it. It felt like he would never be whole while he was here.

So the angel meditated, and tried to hear something. Maybe, just a little, he tried to imagine he could. ]

3.

[ The angel stepped into the room, closing the door behind him. ]

Someone called for me?

( return to normalcy )
[ well. someone has been in a much better mood than recently, as evidenced by the fact that Kate enters work flying through a window instead of through the door like a normal person.

GOD she missed full health. she missed healed ribs and working powers, being able to fly through the city like she was meant to. so, if she's unable to hide all her... well, her relative hyperness - if she looks at dwindling stock and doesn't seem frustrated... well, who can blame her?

give her tasks to do, she's vibrating with energy. come get patched up or chit chat. she's in the best mood she's been in for weeks. even hellcave can't bring her down. ]

( tinkering )
[ things that you come to expect, working with kate:
finding her tapping away at random objects. sometimes it's the doorframes, the windows, because she needs to recharge the sensors. other times, like now, it is any random thing that gets too close to her hands. but she looks at notes while she does it, skims over pages of spiky shorthand and occasionally corrects things. a number lower or higher. a circle around something in a diagram.

trying to remember all the details of an enchantment she saw in blueprint four years ago is not an easy task. but it's worth it.

she just... might be a little cagey if asked about it. ]

( wildcard )
[[ throw me your own ideas! ]]

[ oh my god Cas what are you even.

sure they don't really have... paintbrushes but Kate has somehow avoided looking half that bad as she finally gets her ass around to painting the one Danish word she knows that will neither offend someone or get her alcohol. ]

Nearly done?

[ Castiel brushed his hair away from his eyes as he looks up at her, and he splodges paint right across his face as he does. He cocks his head to look at her, consequently. ]

I just need to finish the last part of the sigil. I'm almost done. Should we paint something else afterwards?

[ Sure because he needs to add other colors to his own mess. He stood back up, taking the paint with him, so that he could reach the top of the sigil and draw the straight line down, something which was taking a whole lot of paint because gravity, of course, took it down his forearm as he went. ]

[ sorry, Cas, she doesn't mean to smile at that but jeez you're a mess. Kate finishes the last letter of her work and steps back, wiping her hands off on her top. Eh, it's a crap thing from this place anyway. If it didn't die to paint, it would die to something else. ] Think you should wash up, really. [ before literally becoming part of the artwork yourself. ]

[ Having largely worked with Dr. Banner in the garden, Hermann has not yet visited the clinic more than once, when taking stock of the city. Likely in the last thirty-five days he ought to have, especially upon learning of those with superhuman or 'magic' healing abilities.

Not that they'd been able in Haven, but the inquiry is worthwhile, much as it twists in his gut, hesitation dragging in his steps. He prefers to keep it to himself, his to mind and handle, whether his hands have gone numb, or it's the exhaustion, or -- no relapse here, not yet, but it's not the sort of thing one should wait for.

It's a clinic -- one doesn't knock on the door, first. He swings it open, peering inside, appraising. Empty but for the slight woman who, after a moment's observation, divides her attention between tapping at the window and papers. He can just see a number, which of course, really stirs his interest.

So much so he forgets to actually step further inside or say anything, simply watching. ]

[These last few days had been, to say the least, interesting. Osiris wasn't exciting enough for the universe's and she had to end up here in Hadriel.

She was getting her bearings though. It didn't help that there was no Sun or stars but she was trying to learn the layout of the place without directions like north or south. She wasn't sure it was working.

The clinic was one of the places she had saved for last, because she didn't need it at the beginning and she wasn't sure if others would considering the creatures that had come through the door with them. She didn't want to interrupt any care.]

...Hello? Anyone in here? [This was just an exploratory visit.]

NEAT FREAK
[Hakkai likes things clean. His own house is neat and tidy and everything has its proper place. This is a clinic, so he takes extra care to keep things clean. Filth can lead to infection or having the staff become sick and this place isn't abundant with health care. They are it. If the whole clinic staff comes down with something because things aren't clean, then who is going to take care of them? Better to take care of things with preventative measures.

So you can find Hakkai dusting and sweeping and wiping down everything that might have a finger print on it.]

HEALER

[Do you have an injury that needs to be patched up? A broken bone? A gash to the face? Hakkai can fix that right up. Depending on what it is, your character might get his qi-healing treatment which can close up a wound in minutes or they might get a band-aid. It all depends.

Or if your character is feeling sick, Hakkai will help out with the symptoms.]

CARD GAMES

[When Hakkai isn't cleaning or taking care of patients, he's playing with the cards because cards are fun.]

LUNCH BOX

[Usually Hakkai brings a little extra lunch for anyone on staff who wants it. Come share a meal with him. He's a pretty darn good cook.]

[NOTE: Anyone on staff can play with Hakuryuu, his little dragon-jeep-pet-thing.]

[ things gained from years of being taught to fight by nutjobs: you get really good at sensing other people, even when you seem so deeply sunk into whatever you're doing that it almost seems like all that exists is you and the thing.

almost isn't the same as is. ] Yeah? [ she looks at whatever she's doing for a moment longer before lifting her head to find the new visitor. ] What can I do for you?

[He's been around this place for a few days now, and finally decided to approach people.

So instead of just watching her, as he's done so far, he speaks up today, a sudden, cheerful voice from a little distance behind her.]

Hello.

You work here, yes?

[He is sure of that, but he hasn't really figured out what her task is, and it seems to be as good an introduction as any.]

[It's taken a while, but he finally gets around to approach Hakkai today. Or at least... watch him from a very obvious place, peering over the table at what he's doing with those cards.]

People will think that you are a bad doctor when you're playing cards, yes?

[A doctor needs a good reputation, after all, and playing the kind of games that is often playing for money will not help with that. And form what he's observed he is fairly sure that this man is a doctor.]

[ Uh.

There is a literal child staring at her. And not in the Goku or UD-house way, where they're just young. That is a literal child. The one who has been wandering around the place for a few days. She kind of assumed he was a new mascot, or Bruce has been adopting children without her knowledge.

So- Well, she's still assuming that. ] Yeah. [ She looks up from the object that's been distracting her and pushes a loose bit of hair back. ] Kate. You're...?

[[ if any other staff members wanna pile in on this they totally can. ]]

[ She knows that voice-

Oh. It's that chick from the colosseum. Kate pops her head out from one of the rooms nearby and eventually steps out entirely. ]

Hey. Need anything?

I'm Muscovy M. Prochainezo.

[He nods sidewards, indicating the clinic.]

I will be working here now, too.

[ It would have been easier in text. Most interaction is. Only, the phones are still out of sorts, which is frustrating (even depressing) on a range of levels. Only, with this sort of thing, an in person visit is an inevitable necessity.

For all that he's the one standing and staring, he's still startled when she speaks. ]

Er -- what are -- No,

[ no, those numbers, that isn't why he's here. Hermann takes a step forward, fingers flexing on his cane's handle. ]

that is, you probably can't, but -- Miss Galloway, isn't it?

Yeah? [ Wait, processing, processing... ] You're the guy who made the alarms. [ Yep. That's how you remember a person. Not by their name or anything.

At least she seems pleased about that, leaning against the wall as she abandons her project. ] Try me. Might have something in here. [ U N L I K E L Y but it's part of her job, isn't it? ]

Nice to meet-

[ Wait, what? ] How old are you? [ They're not that hard up on staff, are they? ]

[He looks over at the little boy who's peering at him from over the table. How did a kid that young get pulled into a situation like this?

But he likes children, he's worked with children. He smiles at him and beckons him over with a downward gesture of his hand, commonly seen in East Asia.]

Hahaha. I'm just a helper.

Did you need something? Are you feeling ill?

...Dr. Gottlieb.

[ As it had only been in his tag rather than given through a proper introduction, he probably has little right to offense. ...but he's a touch put-out. Not much. 5.07%. And she says it kindly.

The remaining 94.93% must devoted to awkward circumspection, or the awkward effort to keep himself from being circumspect. Thing is, he hasn't had to go into it, not really. He'd been diagnosed near the beginning of his tenure with the PPDC and remained within the system the full twelve years, right through until first arriving in Haven. The PPDC, medical had his records. He didn't have to say a damn thing.

At lease he can smile, rueful, at the idea they might have it. ]

I don't mean to impugn your establishment, but I must doubt you've got immunomodulators. I meant to inquire as to what, specifically, your ...'magic'... healers can do.

Right. [ She'll probably butcher that, honestly. Languages aren't her strong suit.

The request gives her cause to stop for a moment and think. They had a few healers of different levels. Hell, there's a literal angel on call, so there should be something he could do, worst comes to worst. ]

Depends- you have a problem with your immune system? [ She might not know what an immunomodulator is, but the prefix of that word seems pretty straight-forward. And god only knows that she'd never have passed Dagny's training from hell if she couldn't pick up on that much.

That said, if she's correct, she might have to double check with the staff. They've not had problems like that in her memory. Unless she missed something while passed out a couple of weeks ago. ]

[ Funnily enough, it translates to god's love. He would refuse to see the joke. ]

Of the demyelinating kind. That's a theorized cause, in any case, and the drug did a passable job.

[ The last one he'd been on. An older one, too, but the war had severely impacted research in just about every other field. Regardless, he hasn't had it for 508 days. ]

It isn't, er, essential, really. It only reduces the rate of certain things.

[ Honestly, Hermann, why be vague with the woman working in the sodding clinic? Of course, because it's his business, and he's ever trying to keep as much away, apart, enclosed. The problem with that: see above. Clinic.

He squares his jaw, gets it out. ]

Um, relapses. I've been without for over a year, so it isn't... [ With people dying, starving, tortured, he'd really... ] ...essential. [ Repeating himself. ] It's only more convenient, you know.

[ A little more than that. ]

[ What kind of terrible irony.

Kate lets him talk - stutter, really - and explain what he needs. Drugs of that calibre, she's pretty sure, are out of the question. Unless there is something really fucking great in Ronan's magic bag that he hasn't shown her. She nods as he ends his explanation and stays silent for a moment, in thought.

This is work, after all, and it requires more than instinct. ]

... Can't promise anything, but I can give you the name of someone. [ She grabs a spare piece of paper - one without any notes on - and scribbles a name onto it: Castiel. She folds it neatly and hands it over. ] Might be best to speak with him privately and see what he can do.

[It's not that Ichigo's never seen a person fly before. It's just that he's gotten real used to not seeing them. On top of that, the flying he's seen has been less Superman and more kind of like plain walking, just on solid air. These are the reasons why he stares, instead of getting out of the way.

If she keeps heading for the window that he's standing maybe ten or so feet in front of, he'll duck out of the way just in time with a whoa! but if she stops before the danger of getting hit is imminent enough for Ichigo to process, he's just gonna stare.]

What do you help with?

No. I work here.

[Or he's going to work here. He still needs to figure things out a bit more. In the drabwurld, there were many villages without a healer, so it was clear that he would work outside of structures, and on the Tranquility there was a clear hierarchy that he could fit in. But here, things seem to be somewhere in-between.]

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07.15 (bangs the first two options together)

Jo, a visitor | OTA

Hakkai| Open

yeah baby

early July? | tinkering

card games

8th, maybe?

steals ur cr tbh

that works!

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Let me know if this isn't OK! Mid-July, probably the 16th.

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