Apr 13 17:40:38 106 PA
From Chronicles
The club is a liberal mix of modern and classic styles with a dark, warm lean to the hardwood and metal decor, dressed up with velvet and leather. Set up about the stage with attached DJ station and dance floor at the center, the entrance is set to one end of this, the bar to the other. The entrance itself is tightly controlled. There are always two well dressed people at the front, a bouncer to check each person coming in and another watching the drum and closet lockers that hold all patron weapons.
A broad , semi circular stage extends from the center of the widest wall, rising two feet, with lights rimming the edge and hidden in scaffolds high above. A rich red velvet curtain lies ready to sweep about and veil the stage itself from view. The DJ booth is set up right next to the stage, set into the same wall. With a thick window and biometric locks on the two side doors, one to the stage and the other to a set of stairs down, the equipment within is secure. Within a C shaped desk and racks hold the sound equipment, all linked into a central computer. All done up in sleek, dark cases, mixing well with the warm, wood paneling of the booth's exterior.
A dance floor is central to the club, laid out in a broad circle before the stage. Laid out in a semi circle opposite the stage side of the dance floor are a series of round tables, with smaller two person sized ones at the edge, with larger four person tables in the next row and a few grand six to eight person tables on the outer edge. All staggered to make for the best view for all to the dance floor and stage. To one side of this central focus is the bar, a broad affair taking up much of the shorter wall in width. The bar itself is a mix of modern and classic, with the simple, elegant hardwood design of the bar itself mixing with the display of alcohol behind it, opaque plastic shelves lit from within to highlight the wide selection of common and uncommon liquors for sale. The barstools themselves, lined up in a neat row, mix dark metallic stems with comfy red leather seats.
The clock has only just rolled over the five PM mark and the patronage of the Alibi is on the swell. Wednesday is happy hour and cheap drinks are drawing in the crowds, the night's first music mix already drawing a few to start dancing while others mingle and generally start the night's carousing. Vixen is here already, settled down at a table near to the edge of the dance floor itself. She has a tall glass that's already had a third of it's pink tinged tequila drank and a brown paper cig, fresh lit wedged lightly between the fingers laid on the table. She's leaned back some in her chair, letting her attention wander slowly.
Shift work is a wonderful thing when it lets you off early with hours until the late one, the following day. Arriving with the energy she has shown repeatedly, Maya practically bounces off the stairs, heading towards the bar with a waved demand for her purple drink. Turning to survey the club, finding Vixen, she turns her footsteps there. "Vixen!" Despite the drink, Vixen looks set to receive one of Maya's enthused hugs. "How are you?"
Vixen looks towards Maya when she's called out to, accustomed enough to the expected hugs to not be blindsided by it and return it with her one arm casually. "Good enough, chick. Don't suppose I gotta ask how you're doing," she notes, giving the other woman an amused look. "Don't seem much like you ever got that down kind of feeling," she observes before lifting her cig for a casual draw.
Maya drops into a chair, taking a large slurp of her drink before replying. "I get it sometimes." She shrugs, dismissing her down feelings, giving Vixen a look that puts her beneath the microscope. "What has bought you down, Vixen?" Her face softens, and she gives Vixen a sympathetic look, even as she takes another slurp. She does, however, wave away the smoke, shaking her head.
"Nothing at all. A little peeved that I can't get no quick answers on what I want for the refugees, but you don't play the game by being impatient," Vixen replies with a roll of her shoulders. "I'm just about done getting my pieces out there.. just have to see what turns up." She lowers the cig and lifts up her glass with her other hand, taking a light sip before he gets set back down.
Davian slips in off the street and quietly sheds his cloak, glancing around the dance club and shifting. It's early yet, but it's a good time to start enjoying himself, as the crowd is warming up. He wanders over to the bar, and orders himself a drink, looking over the whole of the room quietly, as he adjusts the lay of his skirt a little, and shifts his foot on the floor.
Maya's grin returns, and she nods slowly, slurping the drink. "Things will fall into place. The director promised me some time tomorrow to talk the idea over." This said, she turns her gaze to the bar, her face bright with enthusiasm for the moment. "Do you dance, Vixen?" Her gaze takes in the newcomer, flicking over his body with feminine interest.
"Not on the dance floor," Vixen replies to Maya. "Never had much talent for it, never bothered to learn. And I'm not too keen on flailing about." She grins idly and lifts her cig again, though pauses before she takes a draw. "Why do you ask?" For her part, she keeps her focus on Maya with an idle curiosity, the light draw off her cig held briefly before she tilts her head back a bit to release it upward, to spare her companion some of the second hand effects.
Davian takes a slow sip on his drink, and spots the two ladies talking, and decides to take a chance.. He slips off his bar stool, takes the shot of his drink quickly, and moves off to approach them slowly, a smile on his face, as he wanders across the dance floor towards them, his movements making the silks shift and flow over his body.
Maya's mouth curves into a wider grin, her eyes dancing with humour. "Not on the dance floor, huh? I get it." She shakes her head, leaning back into the chair, her gaze returning to the others in the bar. The grin widens as she takes in the man moving towards them. "Hey, we've got company, Vixen." The look she slants across to the other woman speaks loudly enough of mischief and trouble.
Vixen arches a brow at Maya and grins casually. "Just what do you get? Better to make sure we're on the same page, you know?" When Maya notes Davian's approach, she glances towards him, her brows rising considerably. "That's some get up," she murmurs, words meant for Maya alone. Her attention returning to the other woman briefly before she takes up her glass once more for a light sip. Keeping it slow and easy, perhaps.
Davian stops and shifts his hips, so that his skirt swishes around him, and he greets the pair with a "Good afternoon, ladies." he says, as he smiles towards the leather clad mercenary and the 'cruel' woman. "I hope I'm not intruding. I thought I might introduce myself to thw two loveliest ladies in the club." he announces with a smile.
Maya isn't impeded by the arrival of the man in her reply to Vixen, and her grin doesn't fade at all. "Sex of course. What else?" His introduction brings her attention to him, hazel eyes dancing. "I don't see why you shouldn't. Do you, Vixen?" The humour is growing, "I think they are over there..." She points to a pair of admittedly pretty girls across by the bar.
Vixen laughs lightly and can only nod. "Well, we all know a little something about that," she concedes, her glass set down before she gives Davian a good look over once he makes his pitch. "Standard lines, which ain't all that bad. The name's Vixen. Not like that's much a secret around here as of late anyway," she adds, her cig lifted for another light hit of the non-tobacco substance.
Davian laughs at Maya's compliment, and shrugs his shoulders, "Well, I suppose I deserve that." he says with a twinkle in his eyes, and he bows slightly to Vixen, "A pleasure to meet you, Vixen. I'm Davian." he announces, and extends a hand out to the fair lady who has given her name.
Maya's hands are busy with her drink, but her grin is humorous, friendly. "Maya, and the lines could use a brush up. Or a dust off." She gives him a thoughtful look, assessing his clothing. "What do you do, Davian? I'm a doctor, and Vixen watches the world for us all."
Vixen lifts her hand toward Davian's, but doesn't take it. Rather, she'll lightly touch the tips of her fingers to his palm, then draw back, with just the passing brush of her fingers before the gesture is completed. "You say that now.. we'll see if things stay that way," she responds to the young man. She then looks to Maya with a subtle lift of brow. "I do a bit more than that, but I suppose that's part of things." She looks to Davian and notes, "I have a radio broadcast and I'm handy with a video camera."
Davian mmmmms, "I'm a.. talented drifter. I would like to get back into surgery, but it seems as if I find myself doing basic handyman jobs to pass the time." he answers Maya, and he smiles, cocking his head at the light gesture, and he nods. "A radio broadcast, Hmm? What frequency? I'll have to listen sometime." he announces, and then he ohs, "Are you a doctor at the Hospital?" he inquires to Maya.
Maya's returned look at Vixen is a picture of innocence, before that grin returns. "Talented drifter, huh?" The mention of surgery interests her and she leans forward, her grin fading a little. "I work at Knights. I do pathology and forensics mostly but I am a medical doctor also. You do surgery?" The man looks fated to have a thorough examination, with Maya's hazel eyes narrowed on him.
Vixen dips her free hand into her coat, drawing out a small card. It reads only a few lines. 'Vixen's View', with a radio frequency and a PO Box listed. "Always something playing on there, even if its just filler music." As he queries Maya on medical things, she dips back into a casual silence, her glass lifted for a casual drink.
Davian nods, "I do diagnosis and surgery, yes, as well as some healing." he says with a smile, as he takes the card idly, and he smiles, glancing over it and nodding. "I used to do quite a bit of healing when I travelled with my family, but I haven't found a good way to set up since I got to town. I've seen the hospital, but I haven't found time to make an appointment with the director yet." he admits quietly.
"You best make sure he knows which hospital you're talking about," Vixen notes to Maya with a casual smirk. She looks to Davian and notes, with a prod of the cig in hand at him, "The Knight's hospital in the Dregs. Not the most prestigious way to go, but not all that bad as long as you can handle the rough neighborhood and don't mind a tight paycheck.." Though on that last she glances at Maya for confirmation.
Davian chuckles, as he nods, "I found the Knights, yes. I prefer to help those who need it, really. And I'm quite able to handle myself." he says with a laugh, and he stretches, displaying every firm muscle in his chest and arms, as he stretches. "This afternoon what time? I'm afraid I'm only around so long today." she announces, "But I would very much like to meet him. If he is around before I run out of awake, I'd love to come with you." he announces.
Maya shrugs lightly at the questioning look, her gaze moving back to Davian, no reply to the question. "I'll tell him of your details if you can't make it." She offers quietly, giving him that broad grin, her hazel eyes amused. "I prefer to work where it is most appreciated too. Perhaps you could offer some of your time with a project I am discussing with the director this afternoon. I plan to run a clinic for the refugees..."
Vixen glances at Davian as he stretches and comments. "You know, if you're going to stay a while, you could sit down. No need to stand around." She then considers Maya. "That could work well for my long term ideas," she notes to the other woman. "Not going to happen anytime soon, but I'm thinking about getting them some kind of little place built.. not right outside the gates, but nearby.. getting a clinic set up.. don't know much about it myself, but if you could help with that sort of thing, that'd be great. Of course, none of that will work until I can get materials and workers together.. though I suspect it won't be hard to get the refugees to chip in for that."
Davian laughs, and slides into a seat, and he nods, crossing his legs, unmindful of how his skirt, which is made of strips of silk, falls between his legs, showing off everything but what lies between them, and he mmms, "A clinic Hmm? If I have a decent job, I can do volounteer work a couple times a week.. Unfortunately, There are limits to how much I can do in a single day.. I.. heal with my Gifts, so I'm quite effective, but the downside is that I can only heal a limited number of people before I am out of energy." he explains quietly.
Vixen's invitation to sit is enforced by Maya's grin and a soft comment. "You sure do loom." She watches him sit, leaning her elbows on the table in front of her, the glass between it, sucking on the straw. The grin is barely repressed as the skirt falls to one side. "A psychic healer then?" She qualifies the question, "Do you have any formal training? Any time spent being taught?" Another slurp of the drink, through the straw, despite her gaze staying with him.
With the talk lingering on medical matters, Vixen gives her voice a rest, lifting up her glass again, hanging on to it to lightly nurse at it. Her attention drifting slightly, though she continues to listen. Her expression casually thoughtful.
Davian chuckles, "Being taught what precisely? My.. tutor and I spent a great deal of time perfecting my diagnostic, surgery, and healing powers. If you mean, first aid and other medical sciences, I'm afraid my Master was not versed in those. I helped with the healing for the Caravan, but they had a Doctor for those who got sick. I heal those who have gotten hurt, set bones, perform surgeries, that sort of thing." he explains with a shrug. "when I left the Caravan, I stopped in a few towns, and did some clinic work, but just as a temporary thing.." he explains.
Maya nods, her face thoughtful for a moment. "Sounds good." She shrugs, accepting the answers with ease, her attention wandering to the dance floor. "Have you seen Sebastien?" She tosses to Vixen, her eyebrows drawing together for a moment before she takes another drink, bending her head instead of lifting the glass. "I wanted to show him something." The glance up, through her lashes, hazel eyes gleaming with mischief.
Vixen shrugs her shoulders in response to Maya. "Haven't seen him anywhere in a long time," she replies. "Not that I really go looking for him. Too odd for my tastes, truth be told." She considers Davian after and asks him, "So once your juice runs out, can you do anything medical? Or is it just the powers that you got?"
Davian shrugs, and shakes his head, "When I am exhausted, I am done performing in my capacity as a healer." he admits. "But I can diagnose and perform surgery five or six times before I am completely exhausted. Less if I need to heal a grave wound, but in a medical facility, I can usually focus on just the diagnosis and the surgery, rather than the stabalization of a patient." he points out, and he shrugs. "After I have exhausted myself, I require a full nights worth of sleep before I am completely replenished."
Maya gives Davian a thoughtful look, resting her face between her open hands, her bunches hanging down either side as she takes a slurp of her drink. "I wonder if you could be recharged." She comments between mouthfuls, her lips pursing. "he is too odd for you?" Maya's attention bounces between the two topics easily, her eyes moving between the pair.
"Good to know," Vixen replies to Davian. Her attention shifting to Maya before she nods. "Odd. You seen the crazy ass get up he puts on when it comes here most times?" She jerks a thumb in Davian's direction. "Only rival I've seen for it so far." The young woman slanting a sly look towards Dav after she says that. Her tone is light and teasing.
Davian laughs, "Oh, Come on now.. I just like to make an impression." he says with a smirk at Vixen, "You should see some of my others. I've got some nice leathers, we could almost be a matching pair if I wanted." he teases in return, and he shifts his shoulders, and he glances at Maya. "I suppose it may be possible to do, but I know of nothing that allows such a thing." he says with a smile.
"You do make an impression..." Maya's mouth quirks at the corners, bunching her cheeks for a moment before she sits up. "He does wear some crazy things." She admits cheerfully to Vixen, turning her head to look at the dance floor. "I think, ...I should dance a bit." She abandons her drink, jumping up from her chair to offer enthusiastic hugs to both of them, before she bounces off, launching herself into the crowd.
Vixen will meet the hug without much surprise, careful with her drink when embracing Maya with the one arm. She sets it back down as the other woman bounds off and looks to Davian. "Couldn't even begin to guess what sort of impression you're going for with that get up," she murmurs. "Getting attention is one thing, but something like that is just screaming for it. Never had a big taste for being that loud. Then again, simple has been a big part of my life for a while, so I've gotten used to it."
Davian is not quite used to the huggings, but he accepts it and returns it briefly, and then turns his attention back to Vixen, and he laughs, and shrugs, "I spend most of my time going for looking respectable and blending in. But I came here to relax, have fun, maybe attract more than attention." he smiles, and glances out over the floor, and shrugs, "I enjoy people looking at me." he admits with a smile, his eyes lingering on men and women alike, before smiling to Vixen. "So, you're involved with working with the refuges then too?" he wonders, having some curiosity in your involvement in the clinic.
"More is it?" Vixen casually amused by tone and expression. "A bit early in the night then, maybe." She then nods her head once. "I have my own ways of addressing the issue. Since the city ain't doing a thing, someone has to step up and do something. Not exactly easy, but it has potential rewards. Just a matter of wrangling together a few angles."
Davian smiles, and shifts his shoulders, "Early maybe.. but hey.. No reason not to start looking early." he says with a wink, and then he nods, "Mmmm. I see. Well, you know my skills." he says calmly.
Maya bounces back to the table, her cheeks flushed from the dancing. "I have to go! I am meeting the Director in a moment. Do you want to come?" The capital on his title is obvious, and her grin makes it clear he is not a creature to fear. "I have to go now though, if you are coming!" She reaches for the abandoned drink, taking the last slurp, before giving Vixen another enthused, warm hug and turning to bound up the stairs, leading the way to the hospital.
Vixen chuckles lowly and nods his head once and, before she might say more, is confronted once more by the wild Maya. The third hug of the evening is fielded and she glances at Davian, giving him a little shooting motion. "Best hurry before you lose her," she murmurs, casually amused.
Davian blinks, and nods, standing, "Off I go then." he announces, as he looks over towards hte door, then down at himself.. "I wonder if I have time to change.. Should be on the way.."
The main entry and hallway of the Knights Hospital building is a simple and yet cheerful place. The doors are quite big and quite wide to permit the entry of oversized D-Bee visitors if they so wish to come. The opening area is big enough for two guards to sit on either side of the door, usually armed. Though they are the quintessance of curtious and polite and are actual Knights of Hippocrates Employees as opposed to the gang members that help with the outside patrols. They serve the double function of being receptionists as well and direct people to where they are supposed to be in the building. Sometimes they even function as emergency triage to help get a severly wounded person to the Clinic area. They are very well equipped and one is usually a magic user or psionic, and people who cause trouble are gently but firmly shown the door. Sometimes, other 'security' personnel can be seen walking the hallways to make sure the peace is kept.
Despite being called a Hospital, a clinic is a better word. Off to the left is a big waiting room and the doctor's offices while off to the right are the adminsitrative offices. Straight ahead down a little hallway are the building's classrooms. Here and there are motivational posters but what makes the place really cheery are decorations made by some of the very young children that are taught in the classes.
It's evening in the Hospital, and while there's the occasional injured or otherwise ill person wandering through the hallway towards the clinic, they are dwarfed by the number of people coming and going for assorted classes. A small gang of kids storm into one of the classrooms after throwing a small rock at one of the guards, while a few older people dressed in somewhat greasy overalls exit the other. During all of this, Joachim can be seen watching the cogs whirl, giving the occasional direction to somebody who's unsure of where they're headed.
The receptionist now used to the rushing entrances of the black haired pathologist, she doesn't blink an eyelid as Maya whizzes past, heading for Joachim. "Director!" Still, his title is used, an odd formality from the very informal girl, and he is not immune to the threat of enthusiastic hugs. "A healer is coming, I met him in the Alibi, and he might be able to do a little work." She is speaking as she walks towards him, her steps bouncy. Then, she opens her arms, offering him a hug.
Eyebrows raising as the woman bombards him with enthusiasm and offers of hugs, Joachim chuckles slightly before saying with just a hint of amusement, "Well, hello there, Miss Maya. Havin' a pretty good day t'day, are you?" Unsure entirely how to react with regards to the hug, he hesitates for a few moments before giving a sidelong half-hug to the woman, "An' that's good! I'll have t'talk to him first, but we'll see what we can do. If He's really skilled, we should be able t'find somethin' for him t'do."
Her hug is less half, and more full on but she releases him quickly, stepping back, with a small jump. "He is coming here shortly, he didn't think his clubbing gear was appropriate." She shrugs, making it obvious that she doesn't understand this. "I wanted to ask you. Can I run a clinic out at the refugee settlement? I thought one afternoon a week, and it would help deal with problems when they are little, rather than waiting them grow into big ones." She pauses, perhaps due to lack of breath. "What do you think?"
Joachim grows somewhat pensive at the question, patting his pockets briefly for a pad of paper that's not there. "Well, I'll need t'check a few things, make sure we've got the materials t'spare, but I'm pretty sure even if we don't, I can prob'ly scrounge somethin' up t'make due. We're pretty short on a few things of th'more expensive things 'round here, though, so if you're goin' t'be needin' any of the more intensive things, then..." he says with a shrug. "But other'n that, I can't think of any reason why not. Really, it's a good idea. We can maybe set up a rotation on a few days, an' get a few more people goin' in."
Maya's face lights up at the permission, and she jumps once on the spot, with a clap of her hands. An odd movement but at the moment he looks in danger of another hug again, the new thoughts arrive. "I think it will be mostly basic things, wounds, infections, immunisations and all..." She shakes her head, giving thought to his suggestion. "I think it might take up time to build relationships with the people there, to get them to trust."
Davian is apparently a fast changer. It helps that his apartment isn't actually all that far from the Alabi, and he slips into the hospital proper slowing as if he had been jogging. He shifts a shoulder to rearrange his cloak back over one shoulder, since it had rather streamed out behind him. He glances around, and inquires something of the receptionist in a low voice, and she points him in the right direction, and so it is that he rounds a corner to find the nice young lady and the director.
Joachim nods, "As always, but th'best way t'do that, in my experience, is t'be there for people t'see you. An' if their injuries are somewhat pressin', then they'll be comin' to our people for help, whether or not they fully trust 'em. An', well, if we do what we can, the best way to get someone believin' in you, is t'give them somethin' provin' that you can do what you say," he says, smiling, hand sliding into a pocket. "We'll have t'set somethin' up for guards, still, though, which may be a bit tougher. Gettin' 'em out of the dregs, an' all. I'll see what I can't do about that, though."
Maya listens to Joachim's comments and she nods, giving him a broad grin. "You are right. A rotation would be good." She is clearly thinking hard, her forehead wrinkling. "If we did a few afternoons, it would work better, and if several people..." She stops abruptly, turning as Davian arrives, greeting him with a broad grin, and a wave of her hand. "Director, this is Davian. He heals with psychic powers, but is limited with the level of energy he has."
Davian smiles to Maya, and doffs his hat at the introduction, making a small bow and straightening, "A pleasure to meet you. Guilty as charged. I'm best as a surgeon." he explains calmly, as he notices they're talking about the Clinic, and he mms, going quiet to listen.
"Pleased t'meet you, Davian," Joachim says, offering his hand and a warm smile. "We're always lookin' for people who can help, an' we always a little bit short on people who can take care of the seriously wounded, so I'm sure we can find somethin'. It might not be the most steady work, an' the hours might be a bit awful for you in particular. But that's when the worst cases come in, an', well... we do what we can."
Maya glances between the two, her grin firmly in place, "I told him you'd find him something, director." She fidgets on the spot, obviously itching to get started with the plan for the refugees. "Director, do you want me to organise the rota, sort out some basic supplies? I could do the first stint tomorrow... I know it is my day off but I don't mind." Fidgety and eager.
Davian nods, and smiles, "I can diagnose and operate on five, maybe six patients before I need a full night's sleep to recover." he says for the second time that day. "If I have to stabalize the patient with healing, that is reduced somewhat, but I can do so in emergency situations... I don't mind strange hours, I've become something of a night owl lately, I've been doing handyman jobs, and building maintenance around town to make ends meet, but it doesn't pay much at all, and a lot of buisinesses want things done late or early so that it doesn't disrupt things with their customers." he says with a shrug. "If you need me, though, I'm eager to help where people actually need it." he says with a smile.
Smiling warmly at Maya's eagerness to help, Joachim moves to pat her gently on the shoulder, "I think if it's goin' t'be anything official, I might need a few more days t'get everything sorted. If y'really don't want t'wait, I'd suggest that y'go in very unofficially, t'get a bearin' on the need, an' t'figure things out. I can prob'ly find somebody accompany you, but we can only really give you the most basic things for th'moment: a few bandages, some suturing materials, an' things like that. Don't go runnin' in expectin' t'fix everybody up th'first day," he says with the slightest hint of concern in his voice before turning to Davian, considering. "I don't think we'll be quite needin' that many operations at once, except for maybe on some of th'busier nights, when the natives grow restless - an' then, it's likely t'come up rather short," he says, sadly. "But we'll prob'ly wind up puttin' you on call on certain nights, but... actually..." There's obviously something on his mind, as he looksa way, eyebrows furrowing. "You need anythin' t'help you out? Bandages, pain meds, or other th'like?"
Maya nods quickly, her mind already leaping ahead to do that, in preparation and it becomes something clear in her mind, disrupting the entire line of conversation. She nods at the director, giving Davian an absent grin, turning away without even a hug. "I'll be in my lap, I'll get some bits, go unofficially tomorrow and see..." She is walking away as she speaks, almost to herself.
Davian mmms, "Sugery I perform inflicts minimal pain, but with some pain meds, that can be reduced to nearly none." he says. "If things are tight though.. as long as the patient is stable enough that I can take the time to meditate, I can operate without any impliments. It's still best to keep things sanitary though." he explains with a smile, and mmms to Maya. "I could go with her, to help diagnose, and adress any serious injuries that may require immediate attention." he offers quietly.
Joachim shakes his head with one more chuckle at Maya's scurrying off. "That's what I was hopin', actually. I can't promise you we'll be able t'get you on staff, an' I'm not entirely sure what you know about what we do here, but... well, it'd be a real help if you went along with her tomorrow, an' helped out. Make sure she keeps herself from bitin' off more than she can deal with, an' the like. An' after all that, if that's all alright, we can sit down an' talk things over about gettin' you on staff an' set up, proper." His gaze falls on Davian somewhat critically as he's talking, looking to see how the man reacts to the situation at large. After all, ultimately, it is a charity.
Davian nods, and smiles, "I had already told her that I'd be willing to help out on a volounteer basis for the refugees. I need some sort of steady income though, working odd jobs won't keep me going forever." he says with a sigh. "I don't need terribly much, and I know that a setup like this doesn't really pay excessively. But I'd rather work here for those who need it, than work at some high paying clinic that only helps those who can afford it.
Joachim's smile deepens imperceptibly, "Well, if you're lookin' for helpin' people who've nowhere else t'go, this is the place. It's got plenty of downsides, but if that's really how you feel, then we'll be able t'find you something, I'm sure. But I'm goin' t'have to sit down with you an' actually hold an interview - not t'mention all the paperwork an' other things I need t'deal with. Jus' keep an eye on her, an' try t'keep a relatively low profile when you head in. You don't want t'get stampeded, nor d'you want t'set off anybody who's desperate, or's got their own agenda," he says, somewhat uncertain about the safety of the camp. "I'll try t'set you up with a guard, in plainclothes."
Davian nods, and mmms, "I'd appreciate at least one guard. I'd... prefer to be able to focus on healing, but I'll keep some power in reserve for protection." he says softly. "I'll try to keep her from over reaching. If I can, I'll keep things quiet." he says.
"It's just day one," Joachim says, his smile somewhat sad. "There's bound t'be pain - an' it's bound to be overwhelming. But we can only do so much at a time, but we can build it up as we go, an' we need t'set up the groundwork first. Do what you can, an' keep in mind that you're goin' t'be back later to do more - if you overreach, you can do more harm than good, in the long run," he finishes, staring in the general direction of one of the classrooms for a few moments before shaking his head with a laugh. "But we all do what we can. If you'll excuse me, I really need t'see to a few things. Set up an appointment for some time after you two've been t'the camp, an' I'll see what I can do about getting' you anythin' official," he says, extending his hand once more. "Pleased t'meet you."
Davian nods at the speach, listening quietly, and smiling. "I learned in my travels that no matter how strong you are, you can't heal everyone. I'll do what I can." he says quietly, "But I expect disease will be more widespread than injury. Unfortunately, I have yet to learn to cure diseases with a touch." he says with a slight frown. He shakes his head and looks off towards the classroom, and nods, as he extends his hand as well, taking the director's hand, and shaking it firmly, "A pleasure to meet you as well, sir." he says politely, and offers another slight bow, and puts his hat back on, as he lets the director go, and moves to head out himself.
