Shame You Didn't Take Better Care of Yourself (Open to all)
WHO: Jezebel Disraeli (morte_carta), Ken Hidaka (artiglio)
WHAT: Opening of Jezebel's clinic
WHERE: Jezebel's Clinic
WHEN: December 8, morning
It had been a busy day for Jezebel, all things considered. Somehow, even without an assistant (a lack he was quite sour about, to be sure) he managed to set up most of the things he *should* need today. Tables, waiting chairs, and the receptionist desk, of course... all the trappings of a normal clinic. Or so he was told. It was hard enough not to... decorate... the area in a way he (but probably not his patients) would find satisfactory! Accidentally calling for Cassian (and promptly realizing his blunder,) he rather angrily set up the last of his necessities and glanced at the clock. It was just about ten now, so he unlocked the front door and flipped the open/closed sign, then sighed and stepped back. Hopefully he wasn't crazy in thinking there really weren't enough doctors around here.
As he waited for someone to enter, he sunk into the chair behind the reception desk and began to write up forms, hand sliding across the pages with effortless grace.
WHAT: Opening of Jezebel's clinic
WHERE: Jezebel's Clinic
WHEN: December 8, morning
It had been a busy day for Jezebel, all things considered. Somehow, even without an assistant (a lack he was quite sour about, to be sure) he managed to set up most of the things he *should* need today. Tables, waiting chairs, and the receptionist desk, of course... all the trappings of a normal clinic. Or so he was told. It was hard enough not to... decorate... the area in a way he (but probably not his patients) would find satisfactory! Accidentally calling for Cassian (and promptly realizing his blunder,) he rather angrily set up the last of his necessities and glanced at the clock. It was just about ten now, so he unlocked the front door and flipped the open/closed sign, then sighed and stepped back. Hopefully he wasn't crazy in thinking there really weren't enough doctors around here.
As he waited for someone to enter, he sunk into the chair behind the reception desk and began to write up forms, hand sliding across the pages with effortless grace.