[OPEN] They're coming to take me away, haha!
Who: H. Sakura, John Watson, (maybe) Tsunade, and OPEN.
What: The Refugee's Haven Medical Clinic isn't quite ready to open, but it's close! Tying up loose ends, making final deliveries, stopping by because you want to stay there anyway... anything goes!
When: Friday, March 25th.
Where: Level 3
Warnings: Shenanigans. Tag in when you tag!
Notes: The clinic is in it's final stages before opening to the public! Feel free to help out, stand by and make commentary, come in too early because the "coming soon" sign is too hard to read/not in your language, or be one of the deliverys!
The Clinic was near completion, lacking the final polish a good sweep out and wipe-down would give it, once the last of everything was in place. A few people were still making deliveries, and extra boxes were stacked in front of the main storage areas as well as beind the counter. Still, as Sakura stood up from where she'd been putting office supplies away under the receptionist desk, she had to admit there was a certain incredible feeling attached to being this close to ready.
It'd taken hard work from everyone involved, sometimes physically, other times mentally. In the end, they were succeeding at carving out a niche for themselves, one that could respond to refugees in a way that was receptive to their problems. Not to mention, she thought wryly, Giving those of us with these kinds of skill sets something to do.
A voice called out from the entrance. "Delivery for Refugee's Haven Medical Clinic?" A youngish looking quadrapedal alien stood there, one of his (her?) three tails ticking nervously down by its paws. "Can I get a signature?"
What: The Refugee's Haven Medical Clinic isn't quite ready to open, but it's close! Tying up loose ends, making final deliveries, stopping by because you want to stay there anyway... anything goes!
When: Friday, March 25th.
Where: Level 3
Warnings: Shenanigans. Tag in when you tag!
Notes: The clinic is in it's final stages before opening to the public! Feel free to help out, stand by and make commentary, come in too early because the "coming soon" sign is too hard to read/not in your language, or be one of the deliverys!
The Clinic was near completion, lacking the final polish a good sweep out and wipe-down would give it, once the last of everything was in place. A few people were still making deliveries, and extra boxes were stacked in front of the main storage areas as well as beind the counter. Still, as Sakura stood up from where she'd been putting office supplies away under the receptionist desk, she had to admit there was a certain incredible feeling attached to being this close to ready.
It'd taken hard work from everyone involved, sometimes physically, other times mentally. In the end, they were succeeding at carving out a niche for themselves, one that could respond to refugees in a way that was receptive to their problems. Not to mention, she thought wryly, Giving those of us with these kinds of skill sets something to do.
A voice called out from the entrance. "Delivery for Refugee's Haven Medical Clinic?" A youngish looking quadrapedal alien stood there, one of his (her?) three tails ticking nervously down by its paws. "Can I get a signature?"