[OPEN] They're coming to take me away, haha!

[haruno]

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!
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[holmes_blogger]

John was unpacking boxes in what would soon be an examining room. They really had been lucky to get this place. It was exactly the type of space they needed. And if it seemed like the stack of boxes to be emptied never got smaller, well, he wasn't going to complain about having too many supplies.

He heard the arrival of the deliveryperson and request for a signature near the front of the clinic. He wasn't sure where Sakura was, so he set down the box he'd been unpacking and headed for the receptionist's desk.

[haruno]

Sakura shook her head, looking toward the entrance. "One moment," she called out, stepping around some of the empty boxes in the area. She needed to break them down and move them out, possibly after helping whoever was out there now.

Rounding toward the front room, she caught sight of John. Aah, so he'd heard the delivery-alien as well. "Did you want to sign for this," she said, nodding her head toward the waiting alien.

[holmes_blogger]

John shook his head. "Go right ahead. I wasn't sure if you were up front or not."

He looked around the room for a spot to put the new delivery, whatever it was. "It's too bad we don't have any employees yet. I'm not sure we're making much of a dent in this."

[haruno]

Sakura nodded again, heading toward the entrance. After signing the papers, she had another smaller box in hand. I wonder what this one is.

"We should be able to fix that once the new month starts. I'm not sure people really know if they want to be working in any one place... or at least it seems like a number of people like working the different monthly missions."

She hadn't, but she'd said as much when she'd proposed the idea of the clinic in the first place. "With Mr. Wayne going, what's the word? Corporate? With Mr. Wayne going corporate at the same time, people's heads are filled with all sorts of possibilities. Kind of like whatever's in here," she said, smiling briefly as she offered him the box in hand. WAYNE ENTERPRISES could be read across part of the packaging tape.

[stolethatkiss]

Pip made his way into the near-completed refugee clinic, his single eye peering around over a stack of medikits that he'd swiped from the Sigrun. Honestly, he didn't even want to think about the rogue ship and the shitty experience he'd had on it anymore-- delivering these mementos of this month's job was his way of closing up the unsavory events that occurred these past few months

[holmes_blogger]

John came back into the room with a stack of empty boxes and saw someone by the reception desk. He dropped the boxes onto a stack in the corner and walked over to see what he wanted.

"Can I help you?"

[stolethatkiss]

Well, this wasn't a familiar face, but the stranger seemed innocuous enough. Pip turned towards the voice and gave the other man a little salute, bringing the hand down to motion towards the stack of medikits that he'd brought afterward completing the gesture.

"A little souvenir for the pink-haired mademoiselle."

[holmes_blogger]

John returned the salute out of habit, then realized what he'd done. "Ah, sorry. I'm not sure where Sakura is at the moment. I'm John Watson. Or I guess I should get used to introducing myself as Dr. Watson when I'm here."

He glanced over and smiled when he saw the medkits. "Now that is a welcome sight. I'm assuming they're from the Sigrun?"