[OPEN] doctor; doctor; give me the news

[bloodspeaker]

Date & Time: Whenever
Location: Transport clinic
Characters: Err'ybody
Summary: Open log for clinic staff / patients -- get an interview to join, see somebody about that horrible buzzing in the back of your head, etc
Warnings: nah


[Exsilium's transport clinic was in bad shape after the recent spate of bombings and epidemics and so forth. Some of the walls were broken and crumbling, the supplies on all fronts were extraordinarily low, and morale was not at its greatest height.

But time has passed. The walls are restored, the supplies are (mostly) restocked, and things are running somewhat smoothly again. Of course, the clinic is perpetually understaffed and overworked, given the turbulent nature of its employee roster. Furthermore, they have a burgeoning problem to deal with: unruly natives who, despite taking advantage of its services in the past, now see the clinic as symbolic of the Transports' intrusion. If you're working the front desk, you may have an altercation or two on your hands lately--though these malcontents could easily be uncooperative patients or saboteurs trying to loot the file cabinets.

Day-to-day operations haven't stopped, though. The clinic continues to accept anyone in need of medical attention or advice of any kind, from a small cough in the chest to a great, gushing wound in the leg. Or perhaps a severe bite from one of the wandering mutant beasts during an ill-fated trip to the outlands. In any case, the clinic is here to serve.]

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INTERVIEWS/APPOINTMENTS

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[Want to join up? Want to complain about the soup? Adra's in his office, and he'll even do his best not to glare at you when you come in.]