Post by Doctor Yuki Haragitanai on Jan 31, 2020 22:43:16 GMT -5
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Doctor Haragitanai expected something like this would happen sooner or later.
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One does not simply become a battle-hardened Huntsman or Huntress without having their psyche altered, especially in the face of great loss. Prior to her assignment here, Professor Van Sange was tasked with handling affairs related to students who needed counseling during their transition here. In light of recent events, it seems like she was the only one that is qualified to take his place, but not before silently cursing to herself as she found herself in her office gazing out the wide-panel windows. If it weren't for the fact that she was in the infirmary herself, she would be breaking a new pack of cigarettes open and smoking them like there was no tomorrow. Fuckin' prick. Not only that, but her useless intern was also a part of this complete shit show and trashed the place. Ugh what a headache. Godamn Van Sange and his whimsical desires and then suddenly dying like that. The dark haired woman rubbed her temples as she walked over to her worn stool and took a seat with her white coat flapping behind her. No, now wasn't the time to be thinking about that. She had other things to worry about at the present moment, like the influx of students that would be here shortly.
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It wasn't too long from her return from the rural villages to investigate a recent outbreak of recent diseases was she thrusted the first bit of devastating news. The first was on a local scale- the burning of the dorms, students in critical condition, and the death of a colleague by a nationalist group. The second was something more akin to what she was expecting. A rescue gone sour, with one of the students lashing out and attacking an innocent civilian which lead to a domino effect of things that had escalated the situation to the death of many villagers and a student of their own. Doctor Haragitanai had no doubt that there are plenty of students who are shaken up by such incidents and need to vent. Perhaps some need a lending ear, maybe some aren't sure what to think or feel about this, or perhaps they want some guidance on how to proceed onward from such a situation. Either way, Doctor Haragitanai made the necessary preparations in anticipation for such a scenario.
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If anything, she'd be more surprised if there weren't any students that needed counseling after experiencing something potentially traumatizing, but everyone had their own ways to cope. Some were more healthier than others, and her method was by no means the absolute most effective. Doctor Haragitanai simply found this as an opportunity to open an alternative pathway to shutting themselves off into their room and not coming out for a week or so. With that, Doctor Haragitanai set out a couple of things: Boxes of tissues, stress balls, a little dog plush, and a couple extra weighted blankets. They weren't much, but they were there for people to use. With that said, her first return to the infirmary's state was met with boiling rage as she fought the urge to cave the walls in. It took a lot of time to clean up and repair the things that she was able to, but there were several scorch marks that were hastily patched up in order for her to resume her duties in a timely manner. That said, there were a lot more posters added to the place in order to make them less noticeable but at least it seemed presentable.
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The infimary beds were fixed right back where they were, but she moved around some of the dividers this time to make a private corner by the window. Next, she pulled out a worn bean-bag that was left in storage and set it down a with a loud 'thwomp.' Not the most professional thing, but 'professional' seemed kinda out the window, no pun intended, when it comes to finding a comfortable place to settle down and sort out one's thoughts and feelings. With that, Doctor Haragitanai settled back onto her chair and began typing an email to forward for the student body to view:
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> From: Doctor Yuki Haragitanai
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> Title: Counseling Available in the Infirmary
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> Body: In light of recent events, I have acknowledged the fact that some of you may be troubled by what has happened both on the Academy grounds and in Rochdale. For many of you, this may be a difficult time to process your thoughts and emotions, and I understand that you may need someone to talk to or a place to vent out your feelings. I am currently offering counseling sessions in the infirmary for those that would like them. This will be a space for you to speak freely and talk out your feelings and ask for guidance. As both your Professor and school nurse, I will do my best to accommodate as many of you as I can. This is by no means a requirement, but simply an option for you as you proceed for the next few days.
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If you are interested in a session, please respond to my email and I will slot you in. Remember, you are not alone in this.
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- Doctor Haragitanai
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With that, she pressed send and closed the Scroll, setting it on the table beside an old picture frame that rested on her table. Whether or not any students actually decide to take up on her offer or not wasn't important. The thing that was important was that she opened up the opportunity, and that was the strongest tool a physician held: The ability to figuratively (and sometimes literally) open people up to let them digest what had happened and allow them to come to terms.
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For now, there was more paperwork to sort through, especially when that fucker Valko scattered literally all of her documents around which set her back to pretty much almost where she first started working here. Fucking. Hell. Seems like a few day was enough for work to pile up easily.
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//Simply write your character receiving the email and responding to her for an appointment/walk-in and I will start a separate thread shortly afterwards tagging you//
Doctor Haragitanai expected something like this would happen sooner or later.
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One does not simply become a battle-hardened Huntsman or Huntress without having their psyche altered, especially in the face of great loss. Prior to her assignment here, Professor Van Sange was tasked with handling affairs related to students who needed counseling during their transition here. In light of recent events, it seems like she was the only one that is qualified to take his place, but not before silently cursing to herself as she found herself in her office gazing out the wide-panel windows. If it weren't for the fact that she was in the infirmary herself, she would be breaking a new pack of cigarettes open and smoking them like there was no tomorrow. Fuckin' prick. Not only that, but her useless intern was also a part of this complete shit show and trashed the place. Ugh what a headache. Godamn Van Sange and his whimsical desires and then suddenly dying like that. The dark haired woman rubbed her temples as she walked over to her worn stool and took a seat with her white coat flapping behind her. No, now wasn't the time to be thinking about that. She had other things to worry about at the present moment, like the influx of students that would be here shortly.
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It wasn't too long from her return from the rural villages to investigate a recent outbreak of recent diseases was she thrusted the first bit of devastating news. The first was on a local scale- the burning of the dorms, students in critical condition, and the death of a colleague by a nationalist group. The second was something more akin to what she was expecting. A rescue gone sour, with one of the students lashing out and attacking an innocent civilian which lead to a domino effect of things that had escalated the situation to the death of many villagers and a student of their own. Doctor Haragitanai had no doubt that there are plenty of students who are shaken up by such incidents and need to vent. Perhaps some need a lending ear, maybe some aren't sure what to think or feel about this, or perhaps they want some guidance on how to proceed onward from such a situation. Either way, Doctor Haragitanai made the necessary preparations in anticipation for such a scenario.
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If anything, she'd be more surprised if there weren't any students that needed counseling after experiencing something potentially traumatizing, but everyone had their own ways to cope. Some were more healthier than others, and her method was by no means the absolute most effective. Doctor Haragitanai simply found this as an opportunity to open an alternative pathway to shutting themselves off into their room and not coming out for a week or so. With that, Doctor Haragitanai set out a couple of things: Boxes of tissues, stress balls, a little dog plush, and a couple extra weighted blankets. They weren't much, but they were there for people to use. With that said, her first return to the infirmary's state was met with boiling rage as she fought the urge to cave the walls in. It took a lot of time to clean up and repair the things that she was able to, but there were several scorch marks that were hastily patched up in order for her to resume her duties in a timely manner. That said, there were a lot more posters added to the place in order to make them less noticeable but at least it seemed presentable.
[break]
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The infimary beds were fixed right back where they were, but she moved around some of the dividers this time to make a private corner by the window. Next, she pulled out a worn bean-bag that was left in storage and set it down a with a loud 'thwomp.' Not the most professional thing, but 'professional' seemed kinda out the window, no pun intended, when it comes to finding a comfortable place to settle down and sort out one's thoughts and feelings. With that, Doctor Haragitanai settled back onto her chair and began typing an email to forward for the student body to view:
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> From: Doctor Yuki Haragitanai
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> Title: Counseling Available in the Infirmary
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> Body: In light of recent events, I have acknowledged the fact that some of you may be troubled by what has happened both on the Academy grounds and in Rochdale. For many of you, this may be a difficult time to process your thoughts and emotions, and I understand that you may need someone to talk to or a place to vent out your feelings. I am currently offering counseling sessions in the infirmary for those that would like them. This will be a space for you to speak freely and talk out your feelings and ask for guidance. As both your Professor and school nurse, I will do my best to accommodate as many of you as I can. This is by no means a requirement, but simply an option for you as you proceed for the next few days.
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If you are interested in a session, please respond to my email and I will slot you in. Remember, you are not alone in this.
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- Doctor Haragitanai
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With that, she pressed send and closed the Scroll, setting it on the table beside an old picture frame that rested on her table. Whether or not any students actually decide to take up on her offer or not wasn't important. The thing that was important was that she opened up the opportunity, and that was the strongest tool a physician held: The ability to figuratively (and sometimes literally) open people up to let them digest what had happened and allow them to come to terms.
[break]
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For now, there was more paperwork to sort through, especially when that fucker Valko scattered literally all of her documents around which set her back to pretty much almost where she first started working here. Fucking. Hell. Seems like a few day was enough for work to pile up easily.
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//Simply write your character receiving the email and responding to her for an appointment/walk-in and I will start a separate thread shortly afterwards tagging you//
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