ooc|| This is before anyone gets onto the island, on the mainland. A New York/Los Angeles setting - Big, a bit dangerous, kind of city. The clinic's located near the outskirts near the city, attracting more illiget patients than legit. Business has not been going very well, but the doctors there get paid fairly, if a bit underpaid, for their occupations. The paint and wallpaper is peeling here and there, the flowers on the receptionist's desk are a bit dry, the magizines are outdated by a year, but in all it's a nice place. There are only six employees - A pediatrician [Children's doctor], a family practitioner [Is an all-around doctor, no real specialties], 2 OBJYs [Delivers babies], an internal medicine [Adult's doctor], and a nurse. All take turns at the receptionists' desk, and each 'on call' - The 24-hour shift - 'OC'.
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Dai sighed, drumming her fingers on the desk boredly. She looked out the window, sighed, and resumed typing on the computer again. The moon was full tonight, and she was here, stuck on OC. The lone bulb outside flickered with a dying fizzle.
EmeraldJade: Ugh. On call. How's everything doing?
IggyNacho: pretty good, won teh chess tornament. u/
EmeraldJade: Alright. Oh - Hold on, call.
IggyNacho: k
The phone rang with an annoying jingle. Dai picked it up with another sigh and said in the most cheerful voice she could manage, "Hello, this is Dai of Tranquility's Health and Family Practice. Who may I have the pleasure of speaking to?"
Useless telemarketer gabble.
"No, no, we're not interested. Tha - No, no. We aren't. Thank you." She slammed down the phone with a somewhat feeling of glee.
EmeraldJade: Sorry, telemarketer. How's Rosa doing?
IggyNacho: pretty good 4 a baby, she's been screming all day bcause we wont pay attention 2 her.
EmeraldJade: Maybe tomorrow I could visit around... Maybe five-ish?
IggyNacho: thats a good plan. mebbe u could do ur docter thing and shut her up
EmeraldJade: LOL. Anyway, gotta go. Boss might catch me. Bye!
IggyNacho: bye
|EmeraldJade has signed off|
Dai fiddled with the hem of her shirt and spun around in her chair a few times, her wheelchair sliding across the linoleum floor with practiced ease. The jingle signifying the opening of the door sounded; Dai stopped in her tracks and nearly slammed into the wall. The sillioute of the patient leaned against the wall rather casually, but didn't seem seriously hurt. But then again, Dai had been wrong many times before. Quickly straitening herself out, she clasped her hands together and set them onto the table like a child listening to a schoolteacher and said in the same tone she had used to the telemarketer, "Hello! Welcome to Tranquility's Health and Family Practice. Do you have an appointment or will this be a walk-in?"
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Dai sighed, drumming her fingers on the desk boredly. She looked out the window, sighed, and resumed typing on the computer again. The moon was full tonight, and she was here, stuck on OC. The lone bulb outside flickered with a dying fizzle.
EmeraldJade: Ugh. On call. How's everything doing?
IggyNacho: pretty good, won teh chess tornament. u/
EmeraldJade: Alright. Oh - Hold on, call.
IggyNacho: k
The phone rang with an annoying jingle. Dai picked it up with another sigh and said in the most cheerful voice she could manage, "Hello, this is Dai of Tranquility's Health and Family Practice. Who may I have the pleasure of speaking to?"
Useless telemarketer gabble.
"No, no, we're not interested. Tha - No, no. We aren't. Thank you." She slammed down the phone with a somewhat feeling of glee.
EmeraldJade: Sorry, telemarketer. How's Rosa doing?
IggyNacho: pretty good 4 a baby, she's been screming all day bcause we wont pay attention 2 her.
EmeraldJade: Maybe tomorrow I could visit around... Maybe five-ish?
IggyNacho: thats a good plan. mebbe u could do ur docter thing and shut her up
EmeraldJade: LOL. Anyway, gotta go. Boss might catch me. Bye!
IggyNacho: bye
|EmeraldJade has signed off|
Dai fiddled with the hem of her shirt and spun around in her chair a few times, her wheelchair sliding across the linoleum floor with practiced ease. The jingle signifying the opening of the door sounded; Dai stopped in her tracks and nearly slammed into the wall. The sillioute of the patient leaned against the wall rather casually, but didn't seem seriously hurt. But then again, Dai had been wrong many times before. Quickly straitening herself out, she clasped her hands together and set them onto the table like a child listening to a schoolteacher and said in the same tone she had used to the telemarketer, "Hello! Welcome to Tranquility's Health and Family Practice. Do you have an appointment or will this be a walk-in?"