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Post by Travis "Quinn" Quentin on Apr 10, 2021 3:10:25 GMT
[attr="class","burst"] [attr="class","whitenight"] ❝ "Oh, how vonderful, zhere are new vases about vinally" Quinn cheerily commented, to himself seemingly as he eagerly dressed himself and double checked everything, straightening, fixing, and finally just re-doing his tie and straightening it again before donning his jacket. It had probably been fine the first time, and he hardly needed to dress his best for Vivianna, but he was feeling a mix of anxious and excited both since the Mayor had mentioned wanting to check the clinic again and go over some things. The influx of newcomers was getting to everyone it seemed. They had been practically a ghost town for a while, and it had started to discourage Quinn. He wasn't a resident, but he had grown to love and care about Tranquil Island, even in the little time he was here, and their plight was both something he could do little to help with, and could acutely feel and witness. They were dying, slowly, and the land seemed to wane with the Harvest Goddesses' strength. Even if the people survived and were fine... it was hard to watch the land and the Goddess slowly wilt. With fresh hands and spirits though, perhaps they could change that! At least, Quinn hoped so, and he was in a good mood with the news... and nervous. Always nervous. He couldn't help but question the what ifs. What if it wasn't enough people? What if they were scared off by the Harvest Goddess and the Witch of Decay? It was a daunting prospect, especially when the weight of trying to save the island was placed on their shoulders, even if it was a collective burden. Or what if they ended up in Quinn's office for their efforts? Oh, Goddess help him, that was the one he wanted to avoid the most. Better they leave of their own volition and reasonings, as sorrowful as it would be to see them leave, then they be injured, ill, or worse trying to aide the plight of Tranquil. It was inevitable, of course, that injuries would happen... but one could hope they would be menial. Nothing more than some herbs and bandages to send them packing back home! Fretting and lost in concern over what might and what could, Quinn paced down the stairs and lingered in the clinic, fretting at his jacket and worrying over ifs, ands, and buts that hadn't even happened yet. He'd be lucky to even notice the knock on the door, though perhaps it was a good thing that he was actually expecting a visitor today as he paced about, tidying and fixing up things that he had already taken the time and care to clean and organize the day before. It never hurt to be over-prepared, right? In any case, there was always the bell if she chose to enter... | [attr="class","white"] [attr="class","night"]  [attr="class","burstmini"]@tag [attr="class","burstmini"]472 words [attr="class","burstmini"]notes: "Purchasing" the clinic |
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Post by NPC Account on Apr 13, 2021 3:23:51 GMT
It was no secret that Tranquil Island was in dire need of a doctor. Thank the Goddess that the gap of time between doctors had been short enough to miss any major incidents, but everyone definitely breathed easier once Dr. Quentin arrived in town. Vivian had allowed him to setup earlier and she attended some other appointments before returning to do the business side of things.
Only a few paces away in town square, Vivian started along the pebble stone path northward towards the clinic. A bush of wildflowers in her path, the young snow haired woman couldn't resist picking one of the yellow petalled flowers and sticking it behind her right ear. It was only about a minute walk and she was at the front door of the medical clinic. Light brown satchel hung from her right shoulder containing the packet of documentation they would be reviewing and the official set of keys that she would exchange for the price of the property. Right hand formed a fist as she raised it up to the middle of the door, knocking softly before opening up the unlocked door. "Dr. Quentin? It's Vivian! Is this a good time to go over documentation and exchange the keys?" Her voice was still squeaky and soft even though she tried to belt out slightly due to the front waiting area being empty. She knew he had to be in the back getting things ready so she hoped that her voice was at least loud enough to be generally heard.
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Post by Travis "Quinn" Quentin on Apr 15, 2021 6:16:44 GMT
[attr="class","burst"] [attr="class","whitenight"] ❝ The knock of a door registered, faintly, in the back of Quentin's mind as his fingers passed over the spines of books on the shelf behind his desk, straightening and checking that they were organized and in order. He had been painstaking in setting up the clinic, once it had been officially his, but nervousness always got the better of himself, and it all started to feel doubtful. The tinkle of the bell above the door as it was opened caught his attention fully though, the doctor turning with a sharp breath, surprised. Then an exhale and a soft chuckle, flustered, as Quinn recognized the soft and gentle voice of the mayor. "Vone moment!" He called, quickly skirting around the desk to move into the waiting area with an embarrassed smile and a slight pink flush. A familiar figure met him there, white hair graced with a bright yellow blossom and scarlet eyes complimented by the blue of her dress. Brushing at his hair with the fingers of one hand for a brief moments, Quinn offered her a cheery grin as he seemed to recognize his own nervous gesture, snatching his hand down to instead tuck it behind his back as he bowed in greeting to the smaller woman. "Good day to you Vivian!" Straightening, with an anxious glance back at the clinic behind him, the man would nod at her question, his hands folding behind his back. "Ah! Ov course! Do you vish to do zhis at zhe ovice zhen or in zhe personal study?"Both were prepared of course, Quinn had spent some time getting the office settled since he had been in contact with Vivian for quite a bit of time. She had even been gracious enough to let him get set up and established almost immediately upon getting in touch with her, apparently concerned over the unfortunate events that had left to the prior doctor retiring, and with no nurse or other practitioner to step in for the time being. He hadn't forgot he still owed her though, and he'd been checking and double checking his records, making sure he had everything organized and ready to reduce any extra work for her own time and effort. The woman was already working hard, if all the news he had heard about new residents was much to go off of, and he couldn't imagine the stress of having been a resident of Tranquil during these harrowing times. At least there was hope now! | [attr="class","white"] [attr="class","night"] [attr="class","burstmini"]@tag [attr="class","burstmini"]415 words [attr="class","burstmini"]notes: He's trying |
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Post by NPC Account on Apr 17, 2021 0:00:32 GMT
That familiar accent filled her ears and immediately forged a smile on her small lips. Dr. Quentin had emerged, his stature instantly recognizable and the crispness of his attire, and of course lab coat, ever so familiar. "Either works for me! It will be quick, I promise." Right eye closed for a wink as she found herself walking towards the private study. At least she could rest on a couch for moment in there so suppose she chose herself where this brief 'meeting' would take place.
The clinic was quaint and compact. Everything was easily accessible which made it convenient for quick check ups, exams, x-rays, surgery, anything! The previous doctors loved it especially since you'd be unlikely to have the entire town inside at one time. So within a few moments Vivian had found her way into the private study and immediately plopped down on the couch, pulling her royal blue dress out of the way with her left hand and the clipboard of paperwork in her right. A soft sigh escaped her mouth as if she had just let off a ton of weight from her shoulders, closing her eyes momentarily only to open them and lock her violet eyes with the doctor's. "It's been a long day, my apologies!" Shifting her view back down to the paperwork, she flipped through the pages briefly before flipping them around for Dr. Quentin to see. "So this is pretty much a formality. Just need your signature here..." She pointed to the signature block at the end of the packet. "...and then just 10,000G and this deed and the keys are all yours and I'm outta your hair!" There was always something about Dr. Quentin that brought a rose color to her cheeks. The accent? His wisdom? It embarrassed her which only added to the flushness.
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