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[OPEN] Faust & Co.'s Healthcare Emporium

Who: Doctor Faust (

wanderingdoctorfaust) and anybody curious enough to visit!
What: The clinic and infirmary building has been completed! Anybody feel like playing doctor?
When: May
Where: The Ensō Clinic & Infirmary (located on square B6)
Warnings: Doctors pretending to be professional (please mark your content warnings!)

It's finished.
After several months worth of back-breaking labour, uncooperative furniture and even island-wide ageing shenanigans at one point, The Ensō Clinic & Infirmary can finally be deemed adequate for its intended purposes - or at least, as adequate as it can be with the resources currently available. Still, some people may yet avoid dying horribly, and that's what matters most!

Faust, for one, couldn't be more proud of everyone who helped out, even if he tried. He's currently standing outside the building proper, positively beaming at the results of the volunteer teams combined effort. Perhaps, once he's convinced himself nobody else is watching, he'll even allow himself to remove the bag - but only for a moment. There's work to be done, and he practically throws himself through the front door in order to get ready for his first day on the job.

The doctor will see you now! Whether you're here to work, here to be treated or you're just dropping in for a chat, you can find him seated in reception ready and waiting to take your appointment!

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[Yukio had wandered into the infirmary the day before, curious to see what he was going to be working with here. Not as much as he'd hoped, but better than he worried. There hadn't been a sign of... well... the "nine-foot-tall guy with a paper bag on his head who says that he's a doctor" who'd been described to Yukio.

But apparently today he gets to meet his... coworker? Yukio's been assuming that he'd be picking up the same sort of medic role he held in the Carnival, but that's always up to negotiation. Especially because he has no idea what kind of people he'll be working with here. The kind of people who spend their days sitting behind a desk and wearing paper bags on their heads, apparently.]

Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't realize anyone was here. [The teen says, shutting the door behind him as he takes in the sight in front of him. He smiles, polite.]

Are you... the doctor?

"Good afternoon! And that is quite right, I am Doctor Faust! Head surgeon, head physician and deputy medical director!"

The 'deputy' is kept out of respect for the former director, as opposed to actually being correct terminology. It's a long story.

"To whom to I owe the pleasure, young man?"

He leans over the desk and extends a hand out, easily reaching all the way over to the new patient despite the distance between them. Sorry to say Yukio, but everything you've heard about Faust is true - towering, paper bag-adorned form and all. It doesn't even look like he's particularly strained from reaching halfway across the room in a still-seated position.
Oh, and there's also a miniature clone of him that's giving you the stink-eye from the desk. Welcome to the clinic!

"Okumura," he says, carefully shaking the stranger's hand. Yukio kind of hates this situation already. But it's not like he's any less weird looking, with his long list of physical changes. Claws and fangs and extra eyes and a tail aren't any less weird than a paper bag and... whatever that is on the desk.

"I worked as a medic where I was before this, so I thought I might be able to help here."

In all honesty, if not for his previous encounter with Ginko, Faust would likely be reacting a whole lot differently than he is right now. That said, some of young Okumura's less human traits remind the good doctor of some friendly faces back home.
And about a thousand other less friendly faces. Forgive him if he starts acting a bit cautious.

"A former medic, you say? We'd be delighted to have you on board! However, protocol does dictate that I have to ask you a few questions first, if you wouldn't mind? My office is just in the next room!"

Technically, the 'protocol' in question doesn't actually exist, but Faust wants to make sure this young man(?) knows his way around the human body. Or monster body, for that matter.
Meanwhile, Mini-Faust's glare only deepens. They point to their eyehole and then to Yukio's own eyes, before making a slicing motion across their tiny neck.

"Of course," Yukio says, with a polite nod. If there wasn't some sort of pre-employment check he would be a lot more concerned than he already is. His medical training has been heavily first aid focused, but he'd been taking on more responsibility in the Carnival. General medical checkups, occasional simple surgeries, herbal treatment of colds and coughs and demonic possession.

"I'm afraid your... assistant doesn't seem to like me much already. I hope that won't cause too many problems."

"...my assistant? I'm not sure I fol...Ah, you must mean Mini!"

Faust emphasises his deduction by pointing to the tiny doctor on the desk, who has gone from giving implied death threats to idly sitting on its backside, kicking its tiny feet and tapping their fingers. When they 'realise' their superior is directly addressing them, they turn and give a friendly wave.

"I apologise on their behalf - Mini is an extension of my soul, a familiar of sorts, but can be...difficult with people. Please notify me if they are bothering you during your stay, and I will remove them from the premises posthaste! In the meantime, though..."

Getting down to business, the good doctor motions to lead Yukio into the office proper - a tiny and dull room sparsely decorated beyond a desk, two crudely-made chairs, and some shelves. Faust himself has to perform some worryingly contortionist-esque techniques in order to get to his side of the desk, only partially hindered by his unique physique.

Yukio considers the 'familiar', but doesn't say anything. He's seen weirder, but the 'extension of my soul' comment takes this out of the realm of what he considers normal and into 'interesting and potentially dangerous'. But questions can come later, since right now he has to focus in on being professional and answering any questions that this... extremely suspicious man asks him.

"I'm not a doctor, but I'll do my best to answer any questions you might have."

Now comfortably seated, the good doctor gives Yukio a final nod of acknowledgement before beginning the interview proper:
A series of informal questions follows, mostly pertaining to a vague outline of Yukio's history and experiences as a medic as well as any other abilities he may have that could assist in healing - including those that could be classed as 'magical' or 'spiritual'.
He won't ask for specific details out of respect for the young man's privacy, but won't refuse them either: Tell him as little or as much as you want!

Yukio's answers are straightfoward. He's not a medical expert, and his training lies in the realm of advanced first aid rather than anything else (though he's been reading some medical textbooks). But his experience is a little bit wider, touching on basic medical checkups and emergency surgeries from his time as a medic in the Carnival. His experience with pharmaceuticals is a little weird, he knows the basic over the counter drugs any teenage boy would know, but then he also has a solid grasp of herbal medicines as well.

When it comes to magical abilities, Yukio admits he's still learning, but he has developed two spells that work consistently, one that speeds up healing slightly, and one that sterilizes nonporous work surfaces.

Yukio is a confident, articulate person who is straightfoward about his experience, training, and competencies. He'll answer any of Faust's questions in a clear, polite way, not hiding anything.

[Connor doesn't actually know what the clinic is. He just sort of sees it while he's going to grab more water for distillation and wanders over because that's new. That wasn't there before, and he's just curious. It's hard to catalogue the changes that have been made while he was gone, and he needs to update his maps at some point.]

Hello? [Connor shifts the growler he's carrying so it's settled on his hip instead of in his arms.] Anybody home?

"Good afternoon! Welcome to the Ensō Clinic and Infirmary! How can I help you today?"

Faust waves energetically in the young man's direction, though his miniature familiar takes to eyeing the newcomer with deep suspicion instead. The good doctor is currently seated behind the front desk with a medical textbook open in front of him, though it's quickly closed and moved out of sight as Faust sits straighter, embodying his own patented method of a professional appearance. Not that he isn't a professional! Sometimes new patients see the bag and immediately get the wrong idea, that's all!

Edited 2019-05-14 14:51 (UTC)

Oh okay. It's that kinda day. There's just. A dude with a bag on his head professing to be a doctor and a smaller, babier version of that dude. Hanging out. In a clinic. This is not even top twenty weirdest things so honestly he'll take it.

"Clinic? Oh, hey I have something for you then." Connor uses his free hand to dig through the messenger bag slung across his body pulling out a bottle of something. The bottle is labelled nail polish. The contents are definitely not that. "Here. It's a sedative."

Why is he just carrying this around on his person? It just be like that here on Ensō. Sometimes you just carry around sedative on your person because you have trouble sleeping.

For the briefest of moments, the bag's eyehole narrows in the spitting image of Mini-Faust's own dubious expression. In the past few decades, the good doctor has seen many a peddler of illegal goods in his back alley work. He's been offered narcotics, stimulants, and many other different kinds of illicit substances by random strangers on the streets..but sedatives? That's a first.
Regardless, the eyehole shoots back open, and Faust politely declines the offer the best way he knows how:

"Ah, no thank you, I've already got a drink!"

And to prove his point, he reaches into his coat and inexplicably produces an entire wooden cup, steam rising from the rim.

"It's green tea. Good for the soul."

And now, to process this disreputable youth's response!

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Tachibana hadn't at all been aware that there was a clinic in progress-- or even really that it had been finished. He was still attempting to get familiar with the wide range of... very little that the islands provided when he spotted the building.

Curious, he stepped inside, looking around to see what it even was.

Faust is busy sorting some miscellaneous objects behind the reception desk when he hears the approaching footsteps, and quickly abandons the endeavour in order to greet the newcomer properly.

"Good evening! Welcome to the new and improved Ensō Clinic and Infirmary! Are you a patient, or are you looking for work?"

He punctuates his greeting with an enthusiastic wave, stepping out from behind the desk proper and approaching the visitor for a handshake - and subsequently revealing just how tall he really is in the process. Unfortunately, the good doctor remains oblivious to how potentially intimidating this might be for someone unused to his...unique proportions.
Also: There's a miniature creature sitting on his shoulder, trying to ram a coconut cookie into its non-existent mouth. Because of course there is.

Tachibana has gotten rather used to the more... unusual sorts of people in the last few years, so Faust's tallness doesn't really bother him. He accepts the handshake with a warm smile. "Mostly curiosity. But I have been studying for eventually obtaining a medical licence, so I wouldn't be opposed to a part time," he returned. "Most of my experience is in lab work - experimental biology, medical development and research."

The shoulder creature gets a glance, a blink, then a warmer smile. And down by Tachibana's feet, a small gasp from his own small mascot creature, who's looking up both in surprise at another pog-like creature, and a little bit of jealousy of that cookie.

Experimental biology, medical development and research...?! It takes all of his self control to not start punching the air, though perhaps the sudden spike in his already significant enthusiasm will give off the same impression anyway. That or the fact he's now gleefully gesturing as he speaks, like a hyperactive child.

"That's quite the résumé! We're very likely going to be dealing with a lot more than stomachaches and insomnia in this place, and so far our staff is almost exclusively healers - not researchers. And right now, I'm more than happy to take on people who can learn how to retaliate against any of the foreign sicknesses or poisons we may be facing in the future! I would be honoured to have you on board, mister...?"

...in all the excitement, he's completely forgotten to do basic introductions. Panicking, the good doctor immediately steps back, standing as ramrod straight as he can despite his head pressing against the ceiling, and gives a polite bow.

"Ah, where on earth are my manners today...? My name is Faust, I'm the deputy medical director here. To whom do I owe the pleasure, good sir?"

...aaaaand now he's just being extremely stilted instead. On his shoulder, Mini has abandoned their confectionery in favour of cringing and facepalming at their superiors actions...and in the process, forgetting they are now seated upon an angled surface. The cookie slips and falls, shattering into pieces like a dropped glass against the floor - drawing Mini's attention and setting them scrambling to the edge, mournfully reaching for their fallen snack.

Garren lets out an alarmed gasp as the cookie starts to fall, but isn't fast enough to catch it. Alas, poor cookie...! Very carefully he starts picking up the pieces, wondering how clean the floor is and if they're saveable....

Tachibana returned the bow with one of his own, almost on reflex. "Sakuya Tachibana, Senior Researcher at BOARD," he introduced with a small touch of formality to match Faust's own.

"I've picked up a healing ability, as well as extensive knowledge of herbal medicines on my Travels so far, but long term solutions are my area of speciality," he continued, formality dropping slightly as his tone warmed. "One of my company's main projects back home was developing DNA-based treatments for terminal or incurable illnesses, and a college and I were able to identify, cure, and vaccinate against a plague that was devastating the local population of a world that we visited before I arrived here."

It felt a little like boasting. And in a way, it sort of was, but the importance of his and Lyall's work had been a lifeline for both that world, and for his own wellbeing.

...even under a paper bag, it's not hard to see Faust is practically gawking at this new information. The last time he knew of any medical practitioner with accolades of that magnitude to their name...
...well, let's just say it was a very long time ago.

"...good grief, Tachibana, I'm starting to think you may be just the slightest tinge too overqualified to work here!"

The good doctor laughs in good humour, joyous if not slightly overwhelmed by the sheer weight of this young man's achievements - and he hardly looks any older than his mid-twenties! Could he be standing in the presence of another medical prodigy, perhaps not unlike himself?

More like a workaholic who somehow managed to look about the same as he did in his 20s well into his 30s ~~and likely would onward thanks to that whole immortality thing~~ and also had the advantage of gaining memories and skills from other lives.

Still, Tachibana couldn't help but chuckle slightly. "I was told similar last time I was trying to get an internship," he joked lightly. "Lab work and direct patient experience are two rather different things and other than running a few drug trails, I don't have too much of the latter yet."

"Considering we don't have official premises for laboratory work at the moment, I think it's safe to say you'll have plenty of opportunities to work on your bedside manner!"

The good doctor's subsequent chuckling catches Mini off guard, his bouncing shoulders knocking them off their footing and sending them hurtling towards the ground - landing headfirst into the remnants of the lost confectionery with a surprisingly gentle thump.

"-oh, oh dear, let me just...?"

Faust bends down to pick up his fallen comrade...and then immediately freezes up when he comes face-to-face with a second miniature creature. His confusion ends up being further mirrored by Mini, pushing themselves back up only to join in with the impromptu gawking. What on earth...?

Garren waves happily, making a pleased "Heeeee" sound, somehow giving off the appearance of a smile despite his mask never changing expression.

"This is Garren," Tachibana introduced, unable to help the smile that always came to his face when referring to his companion. "He's my Partner who came Traveling with me, after we visited his world," he explained.

Garren nodded emphatically, outlining the diamond shape on chest plate of his armor before holding it outward towards Tachibana, tilting his head happily and again making the pleased "Heeee" noise.

(They have no need for medical treatment and no ability to treat others, but still they drop by.)

Greetings.

That synthesised voice...!

"Legion!"

The good doctor practically launches himself out of his chair, immediately closing the distance between him and his synthetic acquaintance. Whilst he has seen them around, the last time they properly spoke was...
The Cahypdo expedition. The good doctor still remembers how jittery he was in the aftermath of their 'discovery', lasting long after the partying began. It only got worse when he and Connor joined Legion for a second expedition, over two months after the original.
Let it be known that Faust has no preference towards the Wabbits nor the Beowulves native to that island, for in his professional opinion, they are both equally horrible creatures. Cahypdo in general was far from a pleasant experience, so much so in fact that-
-oh, right. Legion's here.

"-ah, it's...it's good to see you again, Legion! How are you faring?"

(The pause is approximately 3.5 seconds longer than typical of organics.

Their head tilts to the side.)

You are experiencing difficulties?

...well, he didn't make it this far lying to his patients, even if this conversation is technically not about his work.
Or is it, he thinks, as images of Legion's lifeless body return to his mind unbidden.

"Well, uh...the last time I saw you, Legion you were...inactive. But I'm over the moon to see that you're up and running again! We should, ah..."

Celebrate? Talk about this? Change the topic? The good doctor is no stranger to the scars of the mind, but synthetics...he has no idea what to say or do. Would Legion rather they not talk about this? Is Legion here to talk about Faust's own condition instead? Do they just wish to socialise - do they even feel the desire to socialise like organics do?
...Faust makes a mental note to requisition some aspirin. He's going to need it in the near future.

Yes. We lost power due to insufficient time spent recharging at mana pools. Charge has been restored.

(Sort of like someone fainting because they didn't eat enough, though why this would occur is not necessarily immediately apparent. Any reason an organic might have to deprive themselves is unlikely to apply.)

We apologize for any distress we have caused.

Ginko glances around the building as he steps in, his ears perking up slightly in interest even before he catches sight of Faust at the desk. He's quick to approach, hands tucked in his pockets.

"Hey! You guys really got this place well put-together, huh."

Faust immediately sits up when he sees the familiar visage of half-troll-half-satyr, swiftly stowing his teacup within the seemingly infinite depths of his coat with one hand and waving to Ginko with the other. Mini-Faust, surprisingly, is nowhere to be seen.

"Oh, absolutely! Everyone has done a fantastic job with this place, I couldn't be prouder of them! My only regret is that I could not have done more myself - I swear, the moment I even think about doing some manual labour, one of my muscles just HAS to go and pull itself! You'd think I was having an allergic reaction to all the elbow grease going around!"

Maybe it's not the funniest of his jokes, but he chuckles nonetheless - complaining about his bodily aches? Since when did he ever act his own age?

"Oh well, I'm certainly not getting any younger! What can I do for you, young Ginko?"

Come to think of it, Ginko isn't sure he knows exactly how old Faust is. It's kind of hard to tell with the bag on his head and all. But it also doesn't strike him as especially important - and now he knows that he's old enough to have trouble with manual labor, and to, apparently, consider Ginko "young".

Which is a nice change of pace, frankly.

"Actually, I wanted to ask if there's anything I can do for you. I know I'm not an actual doctor, but I do have some medical knowledge, and if there's work to be done around here I'd be glad to help out."

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probably backdated to when it was STILL MAY

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