general clinic log

[testsonseashells]

Who: Drs. Solus or Strider, various patients.
What: Echo checkups
When: Whenever
Where: LSR clinic

The LSR clinic, despite its run-down, beat-up appearance, is actually fairly clean on the inside. Lit by white fluorescent lights, it's generally pretty empty, with the occasional non-network patient coming in to get something looked at. A volunteer is usually found running the front desk, organizing papers and responding to phone calls, while Dr. Solus and Dr. Strider take care of the actual medical business.

The waiting room is barebones compared to other clinics and medical practices - LSR doesn't have the money to get entertainments for the waiting patients, so all that's available are a few chairs.

When it's your turn for an appointment, whoever's at the desk will direct you down a hallway to the left, and you will meet one of the doctors.

[ooc: general clinic log! all checkups for crazy echoes can take place here. specify dr. solus or dr. strider in the subject line.]

Comments

[espigeonage]

[Julien lets go, crouches briefly behind the desk, and comes up with a patterned tin water bottle. He gets the cap off, pulls a white cloth out of a pocket and lays the corner in his palm, and pours enough water over it to saturate it. Then he pries its beak open with one hand again and squeezes a few drops in. There's a little struggling, but it looks like it's swallowed.]

Well... I don't have school type obligations. I have this, but my hours are pretty flexible.

As for space though, this is on the border of the Dead District. Abandoned houses and stuff galore. I was quarantined in one not that long ago.

[dyingtohealyou]

That's true...

I can think of a few that are still in good enough shape, too. Somehow, it looks like they aren't that well known, even with the Dead District people. If it comes down to it, we could keep them there safe enough.

[espigeonage]

It got pretty abandoned for a while some months back, since there was the statue and the werewolves and all. Those are gone and some people've crept back, but it seems they tend to prefer the edges. Even before any of this, it's big enough that there are always quiet places here and there.

[dyingtohealyou]

Yeah... I guess in the end, it just comes down to finding a good one that you can remember.

Want me to try poking around? Since you'll probably be busy with the bird. [Unless, of course, Julien has a particular building in mind...]

[espigeonage]

And get to reasonably fast...

I'm not nursing anything twenty-four seven. I have a life, and I have here and the numbers club. She's a wild animal. [He seems to deflate a little] Try... mm, Orangewood. It was a cheap housing development and everyone bailed on completing it. Totally unfurnished and not everything's done, it's never had a lot of squatters. I can get you directions.

[dyingtohealyou]

Got it. I can go check it out.

[espigeonage]

Great... Thank you.

[He strokes the bird's back gently with one finger.]

This is going to end up a lot of work.

[dyingtohealyou]

Well, I've done this much already. Might as well commit at this point.