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[text] Yakuzen Clinic | Positions Vacant.

HELP WANTED
Yakuzen Clinic, established Day 39, provides a traditional treatment service for those in need. We pride ourselves on our personal service and professionalism.
POSITIONS VACANT:

Secretary.
Exceptional organisational, managerial and business skills; good manner with patients, ability to maintain a calm and professional manner in the midst of Asgard's many surprises. Healing or Damage Drain preferred but not essential.

Medical Staff.
All positions, prior experience and methods welcomed. Healing or Damage Drain preferred but not essential; prior experience a must.

Pharmacist.
In-house pharmacist required to produce and source medicines in response to the Doctor's orders and assist in the instruction of interns. Healing or Damage Drain preferred but not essential; prior experience a must. Must be strong of will and robust of personality.

Nanny/Housekeeper.
Must have a sense of humour and patience of a saint. Ability to cook, manage a house, clean and subdue difficult individuals. Able to tolerate tobacco, violin and dogs. Details upon enquiry.

For more information or to apply for any positions, please respond either here or via leaving a message. In person enquiries welcomed at the clinic during business hours.

--J.H.Watson M.D.

((ooc: ooc clinic info post is here! Let me know if the font is annoying -- I may have gotten carried away. I can't tell anymore.

ETA: I suspect 2/2 secretary positions are filled, as is the pharmacist spot! Don't let this put you off getting in touch if you're interested however -- we might be able to come up with a position for you.))

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[The young face that appears lacks the usual ball cap that she wears, and she's made an effort to clean up her hair from its normally tousled state as a result of the hat. Her horns are quite visible, but if she's seeking employment in a place like this it seems best not to hide her infernal nature.]

I would like to apply for an interview to the Pharmacist or medical staff position. My name is Samantha Grey, and while I lack any sort of formal degree, I have extensive practice in the production of homeopathic and herbal remedies, and equal familiarity with alchemical work.

[She would be the first to admit that 'assistant' might be a better position for her related to the pharmacist, at least until she could prove herself qualified. However, she knew how much her mother had taught her, and she was confident in her abilities.

At this point, she recognized she was caving in, seeking a job in this place. Money, however, could help many things. It opened doors, and besides... she was a little bored. It passed the time when she wasn't starting a survey of the area's ley lines.]

[The horns are rather striking and Watson can't hide his initial expression of surprise -- though his recovery is quick, and his greeting gentlemanly.]

Extensive experience in homeopathics, herbal remedies and alchemy? You certainly have a lot to offer, Miss Grey.

[Because somebody forgot to mention it, there is also a Flaming red van dyke growing on her face. It has a pristine, satanic look to it, and she is trying very hard not to draw unnecessary attention to the thing.]

I would offer you full credentials, but really in this situation we're probably best to actually test my knowledge. It focuses more on herbal cures and natural remedies, but I believe I have enough understanding of the methods of dosage preparation through alchemy that there shouldn't be a problem.

When might be a good time for me to stop by and demonstrate?

[Watson is uncharacteristically clean-shaven and rather saddened about this. There is no moustache-envy happening here, nope.]

Any time this afternoon, unless you'd like more time to prepare? I've left our schedule clear for interviews.

There is no time quite like the present. I will be by around one, if that's fine. I appreciate you giving me the chance. Where exactly is the clinic?

You'll find us in Heimdall. Take the main road, as though you're coming from Loki, and [detailed directions follow.]

[She nodded and thanked him for his help. It took a little bit of doing to figure her way from Odin district, where she had been copying maps of the city, over to the clinic, but she was able to manage eventually. Promptly at the time she had promised, there was a gentle rapping at the outside door.

She was dressed in a pair of slacks and a button down blouse. Her hat was stuffed into a small pack, and she had allowed her tail and horns to come out. Professional attire would have made hiding her demonic features difficult at best, and if she wanted employment, she really couldn't hide her nature from a would-be employer. The very faint, sulfurous smell lingered if one got very close, though not strongly enough to be offensive.

It was hard not to be nervous. However much experience she had working with herbs through her mother, she had never worked for a formal clinic like this before. It was too public, too visible. She wasn't sure if this was a good idea or not, but it was a better idea than she'd had already.]

[It's Watson who answers the door. He's dismissed the grey secretary who has been filling in after Tsukihime's return home along with the rest of the staff in order that he might conduct interviews in privacy.

The clinic is outwardly the same as any of the buildings in Asgard if more colourful than its surrounding buildings. Within the clinic, however, it is very obviously a doctors office if not exactly in the modern sense. The chairs and sofas arranged in the waiting room have a distinctly Victorian flavour, and the cleanliness and neat arrangement of everything is testimony to the survival of Watson's military habits. There is a painting and a vase here and there, but their arrangement is perfunctory rather than inspired -- still, it's not an unwelcome sight.

Watson's in his professional uniform of shirt and vest and he offers a handshake in greeting.]

Miss Grey? Dr Watson, at your service.

[She looked at the hand, not quite like it was a viper, but somewhat warily. There was an uncomfortable cough and she looked at her own hand for a split second before relenting and taking his hand in a limp and quick shake. She grunted in a sound that was close to apologetic.]

My apologies. I don't like physical contact that much, Doctor.

[She took a look around the decorations and nodded appreciatively. It was like she had walked into the set of a period piece. She could definitely recognize the care that had gone into the decor and allowed herself a small, thin smile.

This close, a very faint aroma was barely detectable underneath the others. It would smell distinctly like Sulfur, though the scent was itself controlled and less offensive than one might have expected somehow, almost as if some undefinable second smell mingled and 'cut' it somehow, giving it a more natural feel.]

It is quite lovely. Should we begin, or maybe a tour first?

I see. I shall certainly keep that in mind, Miss Grey. [Have a quick bow in acknowledgement and apology before Watson leads the way down the hall.]

Perhaps a quick tour first -- we can talk in the pharmacy. Here's our office where the secretaries will work, the consulting room, where our nurse or the interns interview the patient and get their details, my office where I see my patients, the emergency room, the resting room for cases that require observation, the staff sitting room here -- there is a small kitchen and upstairs a bedroom for staff use -- I try to have someone here overnight in the case of an after hours emergency. The storeroom, the ah -- well, this room's in reserve for a colleague of mine, and here -- the pharmacy.

[The clinic was one two houses, so the rooms still show signs of their original functions as sitting rooms and bedrooms. It's not unpleasant, the rooms having a much warmer feel than a modern clinic might. They've been adapted to their new purpose -- the carpet has been taken out in all of the treatment rooms, and replaced with very clean boards; everything is scrupulously well kept.

The pharmacy on the other hand, is somewhat neglected -- someone was stocking it and halted halfway. There is a mixed supply of herbs in jars and drying in bunches, phials, mortars, pestles, and even a more modern looking chemistry set.]

My predecessor, Zen, was something of an expert in herbal medicine. He intended to offer traditional Chinese remedies in addition to more mainstream medicines. He got this far before he vanished. Unfortunately, this side of medicine has never been my strong point. I've been ordering our medicines through the hospital or via Euri's apothecary, but I've been meaning to find someone to take charge of this for some time.

[She took in everything with a quiet and studious eye. The place had the feel of the sort of care where someone was either used to the personal touch, or preferred privacy in the midst of their care. She could actually appreciate that attitude, and the place more and more had a home-like quality that was preferable to the bustle of the hospital.

And then she encountered the pharmacy. It was haphazard, convoluted, incomplete at points and mixed in a hodge-podge that looked like someone was either very disorganized or exactly as he had described them, just started in the process of trying to organize an almost hopelessly impossible task. She frowned as she looked at it. Her mother was practically screaming in her head.

The mention of Euri did not improve her mood. She'd seen the girl's post earlier about emoticons, and it hadn't exactly won her over.]

That ... woman is an apothecary? It takes all kinds, I suppose. This, this will not do. The conditions are, well, if I am going to do this, I need more than just a mortar and pestle. I'm going to need to get this shelf space cleared, and a wide collection of good, clean jars and holders. I'll look over the chemistry set later and start with the herbs to begin with.

[She reached to a small satchel at her side. It was one of the only things she had been wearing at the time of her arrival. There were two books and a small collection of pockets with odds and ends inside. One of the books she left inside, but the other, she pulled out and flipped open. there was what looked like chicken-scratch on the pages she flipped through, complete with small drawings. Walking up to one of the plants, she frowned and gave it a once over.]

Some of these plants may also be toxic. I am definitely going to need to sort these, store what is salvageable, replace what is not and have a clear indication of the needs of your clients before I can go any further. I'm assuming you don't have gold coins flowing out of your ears, so we need to stick to the stock you use first, and then go from there.

... you have nightshade, I see. And your predecessor did know how to preserve it dried, but I am going to need to be careful with this. It can be very toxic if I use too much. Very little goes a long way.

[She looked back at him, at the room and frowned.]

What sorts of plants can be brought here, other than earth-bound species, and is there somewhere I can get a record of non-earth native plants?

[Almost as soon as she'd walked into the pharmacy, seeing it more as an herbalist's dream come true turned nightmare than a modern pharmacy, she had proceeded to act like she owned the place. For an instant, she actually finally felt useful, and she was grabbing onto the sensation, that and trying to ignore the flaming beard.]

[Brava. Samantha's assessment of the pharmacy as it stood was definitely impressive. While not a botanist himself, Watson had acquired through Holmes something of an appreciation for the toxicity of certain plants and he could appreciate Samantha's prioritisation.]

The glass jars you can have immediately. We've some stored in the room reserved for colleague. I was thinking of using them for specimens, but the pharmacy is the more immediate concern.

As for your questions -- well, I can give your our monthly orders with the hospital and the apothecary to see what we're currently prescribing patients. I can draw you up a list of our most common medical complaints by tomorrow. Unfortunately, you'd have to go to the library for the information on plants. That hasn't been looked into previously by any of our staff. As for your other needs -- perhaps your first task could be to make a shopping list?

That is if you wish to take the job ... ?

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Your lack of experience is of no concern. Do you have moral objections administering Cocaine?

[ HOLMES HAS PRIORITIES. ]

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[Well, that was blunt, now wasn't it? Was this a trick?]
I will specifically address the answer to this question to Doctor Watson. It is something of a pragmatic reality that speaking openly of controlled substances on unsecured lines is neither practical, nor wise, particularly to an unknown quantity. You may inquire of the Doctor this evening as to my answer.

I however was not imploring the good doctors answer. If I had wanted a tale of his moral diatribes and anti-stimulant speeches, I would ask him. I want your opinion.

[The message that comes in reply to the anonymous message is not immediate. It does, however, come about a half hour to an hour later, right about the time she has finished her interview and is starting to settle in cleaning.

The audio file is private and only accessible to the anonymous reply. She's not about to say this publicly.]

I have spoken with the good doctor and clarified the situation. I have no ethical concerns with how someone chooses to treat their body, so expect that I will fulfill his prescriptions, which I am told may include cocaine when appropriate. However, I am running his pharmacy, so for the time being no one will be receiving anything that he doesn't prescribe.

It is literally no skin off my hide how someone chooses to handle their health. I could give a rat's ass what laws these people try to put on me. The idea that we should all follow one world's laws on what is right and wrong when we've been abducted from a variety of different worlds is just silly.

[ He's pleased to hear you're willing to administer cocaine, Samantha. He really, truly is. He should be cutting back, but because of it's availability - he see no merits in doing so. The fact that it locked however, earns her a chuckle. It is a most astute display of moral character, her character. The way she employs a strong fist and refuses to coddle him is interesting, along with the almost quick spark of anger. ]

Most intriguing. Do you consider yourself a woman of high moral caliber? A conversational topic, if you please.

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[She apparently had a gift for conversational topics with anonymous strangers. She wasn't sure if this was distressing or amusing.]

I'm a monster. Whatever I might want to be, I'm still just a monster. If you're the doctor's patient, you will see that soon enough. Try not to stare at the tail. It gives it unfortunate ideas.

If, however, you insist I would say the word I read that fit my ethics back when I was studying was 'non-malevolence.' Try saying that twelve times fast. As long as it isn't after me or effecting me, I'm not going to usually go out of my way to effect it.

[Short answer: No, not really. She wishes she was better, but ... well, she is half demon.]

[ ⎯Oh, the implication of monstrosity is an intriguing one. When Holmes is involved sometimes it is a delicate blend of both distress and amusement. ]

Do you pertain to deformity as a whole or your flaw in moral character wherein you allow an illegal vice as long as no blood is caught on your hands.

[ And because it's Holmes, he normally never ever ever goes on video because he must -it's an absolute must that he keeps anonymity in tact. ]

[Cue annoyed girl's video. She had a stinking suspicion that this was the man that she'd been warned about, even if details hadn't really been given. It didn't actually matter if he was, however. The truth was that, if he was a customer, he'd see these things anyway. Professional attire meant that she wouldn't be hiding them at work. When the video feed comes on, she's got her forehead pointed so that the horns are clearly visible. Her tail waves at the camera in the background.]

I'd hazard to call 'flaw in moral fiber allowing me to prescribe cocaine' a symptom of a larger problem. By monster, I mean that I'm half demon. Morality doesn't mean a whole hell of a lot when you're on the losing side of an eight thousand year old territorial pissing match from birth.

But, life's a lot simpler if I'm not pissing in the pools of anyone who hasn't pissed in mine. So, it's a bit more crude and literal this time.

[ The suspicion is not entirely out of bounds, in fact - in Holmes humble opinion it is a most logical assumption to undergo. Holmes is rather well acquainted enough with demonology to realize that what she's saying is in fact, a literal remark. His opinion on the supernatural bares a different weight. He's experienced occultism somewhat first hand, he remembers fondly the case of Lord Blackwood. ]

Physically a monster, psychologically - it is but another matter, no? I am utterly curious on what you mean by this. Your biology in addendum would be most fascinating to observe up close.

Also your astute fondness for euphemisms regarding urine is alarming.

I am most curious on what you mean.

If I was only physically a monster, I wouldn't be a half demon, would I? Just some poor sod with a deformity or something like that. It goes deeper, but I'm not dragging you into the rabbit hole too deep, mister anonymous. However, if you're getting at 'do I want to be a monster,' no. I don't.

As for the biology, don't start getting the idea you're going to take a scalpel to me. I broke the jaw of the last guy who tried something like that on me. We can 'talk' about it, maybe, in person. Maybe, and just talk. One whiff of chloroform and I'll beat you senseless.

[The girl really had violent urges at times. She thought for a moment what he was getting at with the 'urine comment.' It came to her and she rubbed her forehead.]

It's an idiom where I come from. The "Golden Rule" is another way of putting it. Do unto others as you'd have them do unto you, basically. If they don't come after me, I don't come after them.

A meeting then? I should imagine if we are to meet in person regardless of whether or not I have I say, seeing as the good doctor has just taken you into his employ.

The chloroform will not arrive with me.

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[ However the camera of the bracelet is not at all facing him. Projected against a wall, Samantha hears a clipped English accent, graced with slightly victorian inflections. ]

Non-Malevolence, Non-Malevolence, Non-Malevolence, Non-Malevolence, Non-Malevolence, Non-Malevolence, Non-Malevolence, Non-Malevolence, Non-Malevolence, Non-Malevolence, Non-Malevolence, Non-Malevolence.

[ Quickly too. Samantha, he hopes you can hear his cheekiness. ]

[That, at least, does get a dark snicker from her, though she lets her other comment stand.]

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I AM SO SORRY THIS IS SO LATE. I'VE BEEN OUT OF IT WITH HOLMES

Hee. No worries. Holmes is kind of out of it sometimes as is, brilliant or not

AHHH I REALLY LOVE SAMANTHA. asdjas | Do you have plurk?

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