@deercountry - "Arklay House and Clinic"

[subject_013]

ARKLAY HOUSE

Type of Location: Combination Housing and Business
Location: Lumenwood, in the middle north
Lamp Location: Yes, on the pavement in front (for clients) and a second in the courtyard garden in the rear (for friends).
Identifiers: Red and white Japanese-style lamps hung out front during hours of operation.
Hours of Operation: 6 pm to 12 am, or when the red and white lights are lit.
Employees/Roommates: Any employees or roomies in this location.
Means of Contact: Put a "professional" or personal contact here. Maybe a business owner has a professional inbox listed for their business information, and then their personal inbox for their housing information.

DESCRIPTION FOR BUSINESS/HOUSING GOES HERE. You can include as much or as little detail as you want. © tessisamess

Comments

[Permanent Open Post]

[subject_013]

The night of the Hunt and perhaps you've been injured fighting an especially aggressive Beast. Perhaps you got caught between Hunters and Beasts. Perhaps a rogue Hunter, drunk on blood, tried targeting you, but you managed to escape, albeit injured. You've made your way to Lumenwood, stumbling through the streets. You've heard tell of a diligent Blood Minister, to be found in a place called Arklay House, recognizable by the red and white wheel shape in leaded glass over the front door and the red and white lamps hung before it. But perhaps you've been warned that a few patients have never left its halls, either. You'll take your chances. considering your condition.

Spying a glow of red and white in the near distance, blurred by your pain and the rain or snow starting to fall, you hobble toward it. The house looms up, a brooding pile with vines growing about the enclosed porch room on one side of the front doors, the lights warm behind the leaded glass windows on the other side. You hobble up the one step to the door and knock heavily before you collapse before the threshold.

A lock rattles and a bolt shoots back. The door opens and a shadowy figure in black emerges, leaning over you. "Well. You've clearly been caught up in the Hunt," a baritone voice with a patrician accent speaks. He stoops over you and regardless of your bulk or build, lifts you as if you weighed no more than a feather pillow. He carries you across the threshold, pushing the door shut behind you both.

Perhaps the pain and the blood loss overtake your senses and you faint. A few moments or a few hours pass and you awaken on an examination table. A tall man, pale-skinned and with blond hair leans over you, his face hidden behind a surgical mask and glasses with blue-tinted lenses, a tan gown covering his clothes, and quickly assesses your injuries. "You found your way to my door just in time," he says, voice slightly muffled by the mask. "Now what got you into this state, if you don't mind my inquiring?"

[Business Inbox]

[subject_013]

"You have reached the inbox of Arklay House and Clinic. Our primary Blood Minister and clinician is Dr. Adrian Winters. Our regular hours are 6 pm to 3 am, or anytime that the red and white lanterns by the front door are lit. If they are not on, please do not knock, you will not get a response. If you wish to make an appointment, please your name and a brief message, and we will contact you posthaste.

Blood donations may be dropped off at the front door. Please knock and someone will respond. If not, please leave them in the lock box beside the front door. Thank you. And may the Good Blood heal you."