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Day: 008
Characters: Aoyagi Seimei (lvl100paladin), Jack Harkness (forever_jack), Naminé (mnemist)
Summary: Seimei gives two of Edelweiss' patients the chance for some hands-on participation in their treatment.
When: Afternoon, during 2nd Rec. Block
Where: An open therapy room.
Status: Closed/incomplete.
The therapy room Seimei had chosen was small but open. It sat in front of him, simple, all-purpose - just a plain examining table, a counter for supplies, a handful of chairs - and he smiled.
Though the walls and furniture showed signs of neglect, they were neat now. He had meticulously brushed dust from each as he'd carried in his tools for the day, and, set against the glinting glass of the medicine bottles along the counter, they looked almost well-maintained. At the least, their condition didn't call away attention from the counter's contents: a half-dozen vials of various liquids, all unlabeled, a metal tray on which needles and cutting tools formed orderly rows, and, to one side, more conventional medical equipment, from a stethoscope to folded bandages. It was a carefully made, if not entirely thorough, collection.
Seimei was pleased with his work -- almost. Or, at least, he was eager for it to begin. This was a good start, one that would serve its purpose. Still, as he sank into the room's most comfortable seat, his eyes flitted to the door with an intensity that did not match the ease of his short smile.
The guards would be bringing his "patients" in soon. Then, he could be pleased with his work. Almost.
Characters: Aoyagi Seimei (lvl100paladin), Jack Harkness (forever_jack), Naminé (mnemist)
Summary: Seimei gives two of Edelweiss' patients the chance for some hands-on participation in their treatment.
When: Afternoon, during 2nd Rec. Block
Where: An open therapy room.
Status: Closed/incomplete.
The therapy room Seimei had chosen was small but open. It sat in front of him, simple, all-purpose - just a plain examining table, a counter for supplies, a handful of chairs - and he smiled.
Though the walls and furniture showed signs of neglect, they were neat now. He had meticulously brushed dust from each as he'd carried in his tools for the day, and, set against the glinting glass of the medicine bottles along the counter, they looked almost well-maintained. At the least, their condition didn't call away attention from the counter's contents: a half-dozen vials of various liquids, all unlabeled, a metal tray on which needles and cutting tools formed orderly rows, and, to one side, more conventional medical equipment, from a stethoscope to folded bandages. It was a carefully made, if not entirely thorough, collection.
Seimei was pleased with his work -- almost. Or, at least, he was eager for it to begin. This was a good start, one that would serve its purpose. Still, as he sank into the room's most comfortable seat, his eyes flitted to the door with an intensity that did not match the ease of his short smile.
The guards would be bringing his "patients" in soon. Then, he could be pleased with his work. Almost.