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xp_logsJean and Marius discuss the opening of the new medical clinic in District-X.
It had taken months to come to fruition, very nearly a year. The building itself had needed a lot of work to become worthy of becoming a building again, much less a health clinic. The windows had been covered with paper to keep curious people from looking in.
Jean's footsteps echoed across the hardwood floor. The smell of fresh paint lingered. Everything was bright and clean, shiny and new. Clutching a binder that had essentially been the bible of all that had been done to the clinic (everything not digital anyway), she looked around with a sense of quiet wonder.
"Wow. I can't believe it's actually...real."
"An accomplishment I shall happily assume credit for," said Marius cheerfully, "although I would be remiss to exclude Jay's contributions; the contractor was another of his finds. Of course, preparing the site is the simpler task. It's staff that makes a clinic."
"I've already talked to a couple of my former nurses at Claremont. Some of them have agreed to work here. It was getting a little too toxic there anyway," Jean said. She nodded decidedly.
"Jay absolutely came through as well. He did so much to help with the process. I feel like...we should do something to celebrate. Introduce the hew clinic to the neighborhood. Maybe...a grand opening? Cheese, fruit, maybe some goodie bags with like....bandaids and a fridge magnet in them?"
"Never a bad idea to build a bit of good will, and if a few party favours happen to be emblazoned with our business information so much the better. I'll look into the permit situation. I can't imagine a substantial impact on local traffic, but if we've a tent or similar that would likely oblige registration as a street event-" Marius moved to pull out his phone, then stopped himself. He flashed Jean an apologetic grin. "Ah, but I'm ahead of myself. My apologies; I suppose I, too, am still coming to grips with the reality of the situation. Fewer and fewer things require my attention, and I've not yet adjusted. Perhaps first a more intimate staff gathering to discuss the scope?"
"Oh right, good idea," Jean nodded. She had never run anything like this before so it was new to be having to worry about staff. It was different from being in the Medlab. Everything there was more communal. This was something else.
"It is what I do. Or did, rather." The Australian was quiet for a moment, then cleared his throat. Sincerity, he found, made his throat dry.
"Not that it matters, particularly," Marius ventured, "but thank you. If not for this project I'm not sure what I'd have done with myself this last year."
Jean shook her head. "Honestly, same here. Since I've quit working for Claremont it's mostly just been working in the Medlab and going on missions. It feels good to give back to the community in a way that doesn't involve hitting someone in the face," she mused.
Marius picked idly at the cuff of one glove. "I have come to the conclusion that direct involvement is not only refreshingly grounding, but necessary. Without such things it becomes shockingly easy to find oneself operating on behalf of a community one is taking no part in. Although," he added, flashing Jean another smile, "I confess a bit of violence has never gone amiss. It's important to maintain a balance."
Tilting her head thoughtfully, Jean gave him a light grin. "You're not wrong there. I suppose it's having the ability to reach out to your fellow man figuratively, but also be able to protect them if it comes to it."
"Just so. The laying on of hands carries so many meanings, all equally worthy . . . although it must be said the act of throwing money at a problem until it ceases to be so can also be quite satisfying." Marius glanced at his watch. "Right, then. I'm due on a call in twenty, but we shall set a time to reconvene. Perhaps I'll loop in Dana; I'm told organisation is her passion, so what better time to start?"
"Absolutely. She didn't win best administrative services manager at Claremont 10 years in a row for nothing," Jean said. They were lucky she got sick of the conditions along with the nurses enough to come to the clinic instead. Glancing over the room, a smile crossed Jean's face.
"Okay, let's open a clinic."
It had taken months to come to fruition, very nearly a year. The building itself had needed a lot of work to become worthy of becoming a building again, much less a health clinic. The windows had been covered with paper to keep curious people from looking in.
Jean's footsteps echoed across the hardwood floor. The smell of fresh paint lingered. Everything was bright and clean, shiny and new. Clutching a binder that had essentially been the bible of all that had been done to the clinic (everything not digital anyway), she looked around with a sense of quiet wonder.
"Wow. I can't believe it's actually...real."
"An accomplishment I shall happily assume credit for," said Marius cheerfully, "although I would be remiss to exclude Jay's contributions; the contractor was another of his finds. Of course, preparing the site is the simpler task. It's staff that makes a clinic."
"I've already talked to a couple of my former nurses at Claremont. Some of them have agreed to work here. It was getting a little too toxic there anyway," Jean said. She nodded decidedly.
"Jay absolutely came through as well. He did so much to help with the process. I feel like...we should do something to celebrate. Introduce the hew clinic to the neighborhood. Maybe...a grand opening? Cheese, fruit, maybe some goodie bags with like....bandaids and a fridge magnet in them?"
"Never a bad idea to build a bit of good will, and if a few party favours happen to be emblazoned with our business information so much the better. I'll look into the permit situation. I can't imagine a substantial impact on local traffic, but if we've a tent or similar that would likely oblige registration as a street event-" Marius moved to pull out his phone, then stopped himself. He flashed Jean an apologetic grin. "Ah, but I'm ahead of myself. My apologies; I suppose I, too, am still coming to grips with the reality of the situation. Fewer and fewer things require my attention, and I've not yet adjusted. Perhaps first a more intimate staff gathering to discuss the scope?"
"Oh right, good idea," Jean nodded. She had never run anything like this before so it was new to be having to worry about staff. It was different from being in the Medlab. Everything there was more communal. This was something else.
"It is what I do. Or did, rather." The Australian was quiet for a moment, then cleared his throat. Sincerity, he found, made his throat dry.
"Not that it matters, particularly," Marius ventured, "but thank you. If not for this project I'm not sure what I'd have done with myself this last year."
Jean shook her head. "Honestly, same here. Since I've quit working for Claremont it's mostly just been working in the Medlab and going on missions. It feels good to give back to the community in a way that doesn't involve hitting someone in the face," she mused.
Marius picked idly at the cuff of one glove. "I have come to the conclusion that direct involvement is not only refreshingly grounding, but necessary. Without such things it becomes shockingly easy to find oneself operating on behalf of a community one is taking no part in. Although," he added, flashing Jean another smile, "I confess a bit of violence has never gone amiss. It's important to maintain a balance."
Tilting her head thoughtfully, Jean gave him a light grin. "You're not wrong there. I suppose it's having the ability to reach out to your fellow man figuratively, but also be able to protect them if it comes to it."
"Just so. The laying on of hands carries so many meanings, all equally worthy . . . although it must be said the act of throwing money at a problem until it ceases to be so can also be quite satisfying." Marius glanced at his watch. "Right, then. I'm due on a call in twenty, but we shall set a time to reconvene. Perhaps I'll loop in Dana; I'm told organisation is her passion, so what better time to start?"
"Absolutely. She didn't win best administrative services manager at Claremont 10 years in a row for nothing," Jean said. They were lucky she got sick of the conditions along with the nurses enough to come to the clinic instead. Glancing over the room, a smile crossed Jean's face.
"Okay, let's open a clinic."
