[Sanctuary] Medical Necessities

by **Kavala** on November 18th, 2012, 9:54 pm

Timestamp: 77th of Fall, 512 AV.
Location: The Isolation Lab beneath The Healing Clinic

Kavala knew with the illness striking Cyphrus and Zeltiva, it was just a matter of time before Riverfall had Drykas go down with the illness. And truth be told, healers everywhere were just unprepared to deal with it. Kavala knew that The Sanctuary could help, given the caliber of the Healers within, so long as they had the proper facility to deal with such things. Fortunately the solid rock of the cliff The Sanctuary perched upon offered a perfect place to bury an isolation lab that could be used to work on illnesses and treat patients with sicknesses that might be contagious. And for Kavala, the logical place to set one up was beneath the Healing Clinic stretching out towards the arena. If placed far enough below ground, the arena would not be jeopardized and the lab would be hidden and secure.

First though, Kavala needed to figure out an entrance. It would actually need two. One would have to come off the Clinic backroom and one would have to come off The Within for easy access. And, moreso than the other places the denizens of The Sanctuary dwelled, The Isolation Lab would need to have a vastness to it that would allow space for all sorts of procedures and perhaps even magical happenings to occur.

Kavala sat down, after thinking things through for a day or two, and began to plan things out. On an enormous piece of parchment she quickly made a list of all the things she’d want to see in the lab.

• Patient beds
• Tables
• Counters
• A solid stone caged section
• Mice Housing
• Full Philtering Lab & Poisons Lab

She’d have to shield the whole thing, and there was a noted lack of funds for the labs and all the equipment that would be needed, but at least in terms of having the facility ready, they would have no wait time. And if she ever 'lost' the use of the above ground philtering lab she already owned, or wanted to move it down, she could do that. But it was always more convenient to have two, one above, and one below.

Thinking further, she began to sketch out what she really wanted. There needed to be an inner chamber, an outer chamber, and side chambers that housed the different labs. They would all be linked together and work as one unite, but the access would be restricted to only the top healers and the sickest patients. Kavala worked on her diagram until she was satisfied with the sketch and then went straight to the Healing Clinic. There, in a back walk-in storage area, she faced a back wall made of stone and reached out with her djed, pushing it forward and transmuting the stone as she did, changing it to air. She shaped the back wall so that it angled down on the outside of the building, which would hint at a stairway being there rather than just a flat wall. But with a bit of camouflage in terms of vegetation, nothing would really stick out as too odd or give the stairway's presence away.

She noted the need to camouflage the new outer wall later on. Perhaps it would be a good place for one of her beehives. That usually drew the eye and deterred observers from the outside from noticing one outside clinic wall didn't go straight up and down, but angled into the ground in a triangular shape.

She was good at Geomancy. There was no mistaking her work. Kavala was so skilled at shaping earth by now - having built Reverie Isle - that she could gesture with her djed, push it outward, and work it like some people worked clay. It wouldn’t have been so easy, but when she’d acquired her second element, air had been gifted to her. So reshaping the far wall that now was easier. Bending her head to concentrate, the Konti took a deep breath and focused, centering herself in her mind and preparing to do magical work.

She worked quietly and carefully, redesigning the back walk-in wall to angle outwards, leaving space for a staircase down into the bowels of the stone cliff below. She held her hands up, laying them along the wall, and pictured what it would look like in her mind, transferring the weight of that support wall slightly in her mind so the triangular configuration that would allow for a stairway aiming downward happened. Res coated her palms, infused the rock, and the shape of the stone beneath her fingers began to change.

The Konti simply focused her djed, pushed it forward, and transmuted the earth it touched to an airy breeze that swept up and out of the displaced area where the stone used to be. In a way, it was like swimming in painfully slow motion through the stone, transmuting it wherever she went. Carefully, kicking off her tough work books, she used her feet, shaping one stair at a time, sliding her legs along the ground, hardening it, changing stone to earth where necessary so one easy gently sloping stairway headed downward. She concentrated on forming a stairway down, etching it into the stone of the cliff one step at a time. First, she cleared headroom, after shaping the back wall out further at its notable angle. Then she focused on making one step at a time, shaping them wide so that big feet could traverse them easily and patients on stretchers could be carried down. She made it wide, wide enough so if patients were heavy, more stretcher bearers could walk in on either side. Another step, the back wall stretched further, and stone melting and reforming at the Konti’s will. A little sigh of pleasure escaped her. She liked working the stone, and it seemed to like her, because the Konti swore it had a mind of its own and a will and an essence.

Another step formed, headroom carved out and then width added. The djed crawled across the stone, transforming it, infusing the Konti with both her elements. Her hair danced in the unnatural breeze as she moved down yet a third step. Ten steps was not enough to give her the headroom she needed. Fifteen would be more than enough.

Fifteen wide steps downward into an Isolation lab that would be her place of work. And oddly enough, as she shaped it in her mind, it looked strikingly like Iryvn Zanrisi’s medical lab.

Irvyn.

Kavala muttered his name, a flush filling her skin. It was several lifetimes ago. But Kavala remembered. Being a dreamwalker and having walked her own Chavi, she knew she'd been a kelvic horse back then, bonded to one of the first kelvic engineers, and having spent hundreds of hours in Irvyn's company, she knew... just knew... what a proper lab looked like.

Because she remembered.

Kavala smiled to herself, wondering when she was done if it would look enough like Irvyn’s lab to scare Ronan into remembering more. She hoped so, if, in fact, he lived to see it. The Drykas had rode off into the grass, vowing that her Kontiness wasn't enough. It hurt Kavala's heart, extremely, and she moved

At twenty steps down, she paused, turned, and faced the stone before her. Then quietly she lifted her hands, laid them on the blank wall she’d just formed in the solid rock, and began whittling away at it with her djed and her will power alone. Done with the stairs, done planning the entrance, Kavala stared at the solid stone before her. She would carve out the lab itself now, carefully, changing solid stone to air - rich pure air - and then connect the Lab to the hallway that lead out of the library back to the other labs in The Sanctuary's Within... thus completing the circuit and making it a new featured part of the below ground structure.

by **Kavala** on June 23rd, 2013, 5:07 am

So Kavala now had an entrance to the Isolation Lab, a back staircase running down from the Healing Clinic that rested on one edge of the arena. The stairway ended in a blank wall that lead to nowhere. But Kavala was well familiar with the underground of The Sanctuary, a place she called “The Within”. She knew where the lab was going to lay in regards to her suite – which was just to the west of where she wanted the main body of the lab to be. Then to the east would be the already constructed workrooms that lay north of the second set of personal suites in The Within.

She had left off after the stairway carving yesterday, got an early rest, and then was back down staring at the wall the next day ready to get to work. Lars had taught her well. And now that she had a second element – air – she didn’t need to turn solid stone into sand and haul the sand away. Turning solid stone into air was much easier, and allowed for a nice breeze to gently swirl around her. Facing the wall, she pictured the Isolation Lab stretching southwards towards the hallway, and decided her best bet was to run a shaft straight south until she hit the hallway she was looking for. If she guessed right, she’d have her basis of a structure. If she went too far east or west, she’d punch through to the workroom or her own set of suites.

Kavala got started. Laying her hands on the stone, she reached within herself, felt the first tugs of her own power, and pulled on the djed within. It rose up, warping itself into res, and coated the stone before her like a fine mist that was invisible to the eye. Where the mist touched, the stone melted, transmuting to air, and increased the cavity before her.
The konti smiled, remembering watching her mentor work, and strove to achieve his level of finesse. It was a slow process. One just didn’t stare at the stone and turn it to air. One had to touch the stone, run one’s hands across it intimately, and get to know it. before setting it free as air. It was death, in many ways, for the stone sighed the last of its existence and disappeared in a breath of fresh air.

Kavala wondered how stone was formed as she worked, contemplating if the living body of Mizahar swelled up with djed, formed it into res, and created stone deep in its bowels of the world. She knew from study on Mura that sometimes stone came from deep within, thrust up by mountains. The Konti, swimming off shore of Mura, had witnessed islands being built this way, They were a long lived race that often thought about such things, especially since the Valterrian. So as long as one had a mother and grandmother and perhaps if lucky enough a first generation great grandmother, one knew how the land changed.

But was stone alive? The Konti ran her hands over it, imagining the hard bedrock cliff being the flesh of the world. Did she wound the world with her mist of power and take of its body to give it back breath? Scales gleamed as the stroked the deep grey stone. There was no beauty to the cliff now… none at all But when she got done, the lab would gleam white made of cold pale beauty – marble – Kavala thought.

She kept walking forward, stone vanishing beneath her fingers… lifting her hands high, and stooping to drop them low. Stone fell away as a tunnel opened before her transmuted away forming air the width of her shoulders and the height of her body. She wanted loft to the lab so she’d already decided this would just be one layer. She’d clean it out first, then go deeper, adding to it a second story. The bottom would be set up with a barracks and storage for mice and other animals that were often used to aid in healing when studying diseases.

Above, which would be the actual layer she was cleaning out now, would be her labs, one on either end. A first would be devoted to philtering, the second to poisoncrafting. The would be used for medicine making and the study of diseases. But by installing a philtering and poisoncrafting lab, she’d have all the equipment she’d need down here without actually tapping into the clinic resources above. Glassware could sit on shelves and be handy without traversing staircases to go between one area and another.

Kavala let the plan grow in her mind, stretching it out, until she broke through the far wall and found the hallway she knew had been there somewhere to the south. Perfect. It’s what she needed to get a good start on the upper level. Now all she needed to do was stretch the lab out sideways, east to west, in the same sort of action she had to achieve in order to get the width of the lab she wanted. It would have to be wide, she decided… devoting about four hundred square feet to each lab, with the bottom stretching out as a barracks style sickward. She could, in fact, set it up just like a barracks. Each bed would be stone instead of wood though. Each bunk, and she’d plan ten of them, would have all the necessities a patient would need. She’d even install a small privy and tie it into the system The Sanctuary used to get its grey water and human waste recycled and composted into garden material.

She stopped, paused, and headed back to where she left her notes. Sketching carefully on the table above, where the stairs dropped into the length of tunnel she’d just made, Kavala frantically added to the plans. This would be expensive… costing a ton of coin. But it would be well worth it in the end.

The poisoncrafting lab and philtering lab would run her 1,500 apiece. The barracks another 800. since she was doing the work herself it would half her cost on each of those things, and still fill them up to the brim with equipment she needed. If she made the beds of stone, all she’d need was mattresses instead of bedframes, so that too would cut costs.

Kavala smiled, decided to call it a day, and would widen the lab’s top level first thing in the morning after chores.

The Isolation Lab Addition :

by **Kavala** on June 23rd, 2013, 8:06 am

With chores done, Kavala descended the stairway leading to the new isolation lab and paused at the threshold. Someone, Vanator perhaps, had kindly affixed the plans to the wall above the last step so they were easily referenced for the Konti to follow. She paced the length of the ‘tunnel’ she’d opened up until she stepped out into the hallway of The Within and nodded to herself. It was good decent work. Another day and she’d have the whole layout of the lab done and would then and only then have to start working downward to get the two levels done. She paced away from the hallway in the Within, back into the tunnel, and when she’d decided the walls were sufficiently thick, she began todays work.

It was a meditation of a sort, lifting her hands up and swirling them across the walls. Res flowed from her very pores, streaming out of her, recharged from the sleep and recharged from the food and day to day interaction with the staff and residents – both sentient and animal – of The Sanctuary. Today, she’d repeat what she’d done yesterday, doubling the width of the tunnel, and then tripling it. Once it was wider, she’d seek out the boundaries of the walls to the east and west, and start randomly carving out stone space. Finishing took the longest time.

But finishing was what Kavala loved. She already formed a plan in her mind, the motions of her palms on the stone – sliding it from one state to another – inspiring her. The lab would not be like Irvyns in one way. Ivryn’s lab was stark. His walls were dark and masculine, brooding almost. Kavala’s walls would be bright, clean, and decorated with a symbol that to Kavala meant hope.

Swirls and spirals.

Kavala doubled the width of the tunnel on the west side, then doubled the length of the tunnel on the east side. Slowly it was beginning to look more and more like a room. The healer kept her concentration going and felt herself align with the stone in the room, become one with it as she manipulated it. Some vanished, lost forever on breath or the unhurried footsteps of a geomancer taking their time with their work. Kavala smiled at the thought. Geomancer. Yes. She ws a sister to the stones.

Kavala stooped now, kneeling, and worked with the stone on the floor, moving from the bottom to top first one step forward, then top to bottom the next step forward. Where the ceilings were going to be a seven foot high span, she used a stool to stand on, keeping the height of the wall level by use of a seven foot string tied to her wrist with a weighed stone ball on the other end. Her work never resulted in perfectly square walls and perfectly even walls in terms of height and length. But that was fine for her. There was a beauty in the imperfections of stone, camouflaged by whatever design – in this case spirals – she’d ech into the stone.

By now Kavala knew her stuff, so when she was swiping away the stone with her res, she could transmute half a foot, or just one small Konti step, at a time. She moved forward, painfully slowly, adding more and more width to the original tunnel layout. One could not tell where the natural stone ended and where Kavala shaped, because there were no seams, no tool marks, no carefully laid out lines. All there was – for Kavala - was a Konti’s vision to make something better for the world.

And yet… it had to have hope.

When Kavala had the exact dimensions completely walked out and the stone vanished, she traced her hands on the rough walls that remained. Each room she’d built had been an inspiration. Each wall and each piece of décor carefully selected to make The Sanctuary both functional and elegant. That was why, when it came time to pause before descending down and making a second level and cutting another set of stairs, she took the time to really think about what she planned.

Instead of going down to work on the second level, the lower level where the beds and patients would be housed, she opted to finish up some of the top first. Finish work was her favorite and it gave her the opportunity to take a break from transmuting stone to air. Kavala paced the parameter of the newly formed room first, and with the aid of a step stool, started at where the staircase spilled into the chamber. She clambered up the four step stool and perched on the top to where she could reach the top most ceiling. She lifted her hands and called more res, starting on the decorative portion of the project as she contemplated how she was going to finish off the lower floor and meld it all together.

White stone formed under her touch, light, bright, and adding a healthy glow to the room. It wove flakes of darker stone through it in streaks that reminded the eye of marble. It was not real marble though, for Kavala had no marble to make the stone identical. She’d only seen bits and pieces of it on Konti Isle. The white women so loved their pale stones. And for that, Kavala embraced her culture and chose white as well.

Smooth glossy stone under her hands formed from the vapor caressing the already existing stone. It coated the dark grey with a pale shadow, thick and swirling. The coating reminded the Konti of painting, except the stone she laid was thicker, six inches deep at places. And into that pale marble stone she pulled forth decorations of swirls that wove in and around each other, raised above the level of the majority of the stone to stand out. The spirals looked good when fully lit, but when cast in shadows they look far more elegant.

The effect was definitely what the Konti was going for, casting res, pulling at the vapor as if she could mold it herself. It was beautiful enough that one could spend hours here, within the stone walls, searching for answers to dangerous questions and clues to illnesses that were otherwise clueless. And it was interesting as well… for she tired more quickly on the detail work than she ever would have roughing out the majority of the stone to form the room.

And so with a weary body, Kavala left the room midday, went to eat a hearty meal, and then put herself to bed.. The next morning would be soon enough, especially with a fresh perspective, to think about the second level and how to meld the two labs and patient quarters together.

by **Kavala** on June 23rd, 2013, 11:23 pm

Kavala paused at the diagram still hanging by the last step, reviewing the notes she’d made the day before when she returned in the morning. She had the mezzanine done, for certain, where the two labs would be. Now it was up to her to transmute rock to air in the dead space that would be where the Mezzanine overlooked the main lab itself. Today was her job to drop down, remove stone, and complete the bottom floor. She sighed, knowing that Lars, her mentor, could have done this room all in one day. But she was no master so she had to take it in steps. Today, she could complete the outline.

But first she had to measure.

Kavala paced out the length of the Mezzanine and took chalk she had to measure and mark out where the overlook would be. Then, once the overlook was sketched out, she walked out into the chalked outline, and kneeled. Concentrating, she furrowed her brow and spread out her bare palms, laying them flat against the stone. “Forgive me, Mother. But I must use your body for the safety and protection of my kin.” And with that she let the res flow from her soul and began dissolving the stone beneath her into air, transmuting it. She worked quickly, dropping the level of the chalked outline down, first a foot, then further, deeper, until it lay ten feet beneath the stone around it. Leaving a seven foot space above, she began transmuting rock beneath the mezzanines as well, creating the full length of the lab. When beneath the poison lab was done, she carved out beneath the philtering lab as well, and took a break.

Lunch was consumed, a few chores completed, and a patient was seen that came in the form of a horse with a nasty leg laceration. Some of the more ignorant folks used wire fencing, which Kavala did not approve of, and often they came in with their animals cut up from the wire.

Once she’d relaxed, Kavala returned to the lab and started on the walls, turning the stone walls white by coating them with a layer of new stone. Then added in spirals that she manipulated by dusting the dark stone with res which she pulled and sculpted as she formed stone until the walls were filled with spiral designs just like the mezzanine layers. The swirls were not equal, neat, but instead freeform and circled the roomc But once she got done with the decorating, she knew the hard part was going to start. It was time to lay out the designs for each of the laboratories and establish the patient beds, the shelving for cages in the animal area, and plan how to get from the main floor to the mezzanine.

Kavala decided it was time for a break.

by **Kavala** on June 24th, 2013, 12:21 am

Breaktime was over. Kavala rubbed her tired eyes and knew she’d probably done too much too soon. But the lab needed to get done. The sooner she could populate it with mice and the sooner she could start working on pox related issues, the better she’d be. Cyprhus, she felt, needed her. And if the Pox ever reached Riverfall, she’d be ready to help isolate patients and keep them quarantined so that they could be looked at by a healer before more of the disease spread.

Kavala descended the stairway to the main floor, looked up to the mezzanines and decided the first order of business was to get the spiral staircases she had planned installed to link the two levels at either end. One was going to be right off the edge of the stairway leading down from the clinic. The other would be right off the hallway leading from The Within. The lab, already looking bright and somewhat inviting, even in the light of the torches she lit to keep it burning, cheered her. This wouldn’t be a weighted room, a heavy place for healers to work. Instead it would be a joy, and if she could help it, fresh air shafts would be installed before the end of the day too. If… if finishing off the stairways wasn’t going to overdo it for her.

Kavala rubbed her temples, and decided the stairways could be narrow and set out to work. She paced where she wanted them, then made them just large enough to accommodate an Akalak with a large shoulder span to be able to walk up and down one with his arms outstretched on either side. She laid her left palm on the wall, cut very little stone with res, dissolving it into air, and formed her first step by kneeling and removing stone in a wedge shape. Lars had told her the trick to measuring stairways when he’d first put some of The Sanctuary’s rooms together. One started from the top or bottom, only went half way up or down, then moved to the destination and worked down, meeting in the middle. That way, one could make the step where the two structures met a bit thicker or a bit shorter to compensate for being off on ones estimation when judging the rise or curve of the stairway. In Kavala’s case, she started from the bottom, worked halfway to the top, then had to walk back down, move to where the mezzanines were visible, and figure out how to get up to that level to cut downward. The overhang made a straight set of hand and footholds up the wall impossible to climb to the abbreviated second story. Because how would she get past the walkway between the poison lab and the philtering lab on either side?

She puzzled through the issue a few moments before she decided to create a gap in the hallway where her steps would lead her all the way up, about mid walkway on the left side. If the gap was small, she could fit through in emergency situations, but she could also put a waist high wall up around the gap so no one would accidentally fall through.

She did so, reaching up the wall, transmuting stone to air to form the nice etched in foot and hand holds, then removed the stone above her head – the two foot thick section about two by two feet – where she could move through and raise herself up to the mezzanine.

Once there, she moved over to the first section she started working on then began carving out the stairway backwards, downwards, until she met in the middle of the spiral for the staircase. There, the middle step ended up having to be slightly wider than all the other steps to have the meeting and fitting work properly. Once completed with that stair, she moved to the other side, the philering lab side, and began working her stairway down. Once that stairway was installed, her concentration not as it should be, she moved over to the mezzanine and looked down. She didn’t actually want to climb down to hit the hallway entrance and finish the last of the stairways up. She instead wondered if there was an easier way.

Then it came to her. Sliding down a thin pilar of stone, one as thick as an Akalak’s arm, would be a whole lot of fun and a whole lot faster than climbing down the stairs. So she concentrated, and on the opposite wall from the carved in handholds and footholds that got her topside, she placed a pole of white stone marble that stretched sixteen feet long. It ran from the ceiling of the mezzanine to the floor of the main lab. Kavala lifted her heads skyward, directed out a huge pool of res, and bounced it against the ceiling where it began to form stone out of nothing but res. The stone splashed against the ceiling and then traveled downward in a straight line as Kavala fed it res. It splashed against the floor, solidified, and then began to thicken. It looked strong, the stone being marble like the rest of the material she’d coated the Isolation lab with. It pierced the walkways between the upper labs with an open space Kavala transmuted into air that was big enough for a big male to step through, grasp the pole, and slide down.

Kavala gave it a try, and laughing was on the ground before she realized she was sliding. Induging in a moment of play, she tore off for the first staircase, ran up it again, and then slide down the pole a second time. A third time she climbed the stares more demurely and then paused at the pole to create a waist high stone wall that would keep little people and inattentive healers from falling through. They’d have to hop up on the wall, turn, grasp the pole, and side through the hole in the mezzanine to the floor.

Once the waist high wall was done, she moved to the far wall, where the poison lab was going to be, and repeated the process she was using to carve out the stairway. She worked from top to bottom, spiraling steps downward until she was halfway done. Then she slide down the pole laughing, walked to the wall and started carving steps upwards. By the time she was done though, Kavala had developed a headache and a slightly bloody nose so she called it a day in case the bleeding was from overgiving and not from breathing in marble dust or the general dinged musty air that could be down in the Within.

by **Kavala** on June 24th, 2013, 2:25 am

Kavala took the next day off. She instead went to town to go shopping for supplies for both labs. Philtering and poisoncrafting labs were expensive, and they required a huge amount of glassware and chemicals. The chemicals mainly she could make herself, gathering things like bump root and such. But there were other things, like glass vials, test tubes, beakers, and burners that she could not get. So she harnessed up her seme team and headed to town to get the supplies she needed for the labs. While she was there she also picked up mattresses enough for ten single beds, linens, towels, robes, aprons, and a ton of gloves she could quickly burn if they got contaminated. She swung by the small saw mill and ordered a wagon load of shavings to be brought, not only to be used in the stalls but for some of the cages below.

She came back with her wagon loaded with supplies and everything she needed to stalk the lab. Everything, that is, that she could acquire or conceive of in her own time including things to light the lab with were there.. In Irvyns time they had more equipment, looking glasses and devices that let technicians see things like blood under light.

Kavala had no access to that stuff, but she didn’t think she’d miss it.

When she returned, she recruited all the denizens of The Sanctuary to carry things downstairs into the lab. Once she had the crates laying about, she knew what she needed to do. Sitting down with the sketch, she added into the designs a small privy in case people did become isolated, two stone ice boxes… one for actual food and one for medical supplies and uses. She sketched in where she would make the stone beds, where she would add the stone linen closets, and where small bedside tables would be. A huge desk and study area was added to the main portion of the isolation lab. All the cabinets were added in to the drawing as well, mainly for both labs, so there would be workspace a plenty.

A triage spot, across from patient beds were added. This was for dangerous surgeries and situations where medical attention was needed without bringing a patient up to the actual clinic.

Kavala tried to think of it all.

And then, the day after that, she got busy. She moved in, started on the lower region, and carefully drew up beds of stone, one after another, until ten stood in a row. They were divided by small night stands that came out from the wall, unsupported beneath but having no real need to be so. Kavala’s head by this time had eased its ache and with the new work, she instead felt rejuvenated instead of unwilling to do it. One might have thought manipulating stone and air was repetitive, but in Kavala’s case it was not. Whenever she transmuted air to stone, she had to concentrate tremendously because she had to fix in her mind just exactly how she wanted the stone to look and how strong it would be. She handled all the details, down to each inclusion and how much variety was in the color, if any, that swirled through the stone she made. Beds would not rot being made of stone, though the did look in some ways slightly like tombs. When she had Vanator haul the mattresses down and add them onto the stone frames which she then dressed with linens, the beds looked a whole lot better. Warm blankets were then added over the top of linens, and then a soft fluffy pillow was added. Kavala tried out the new beds, nodded to herself, and seemed satisfied.

On each night stand she formed small statues that turned into candle holders, which she distributed beeswax candles too after they were completed. Kavala took the time to draw res up in the form she desired, paying careful attention to the details of the statues. While she was no artist, she’d gotten cleverly good at forming statues and stone to resemble animals she’d knew of or people she’d heard of. The statues themselves where a pair of winged serpents called the Rakanivas that Rak’keli was rumored to have as pets. She took the winged serpents as her symbol which Kavala thought was fitting to rest beside each bed. Each set of Rakanivas was different. Some were coiled around each other, some Kavala formed with res to seemingly dancing or flying away. Each lifted its snout to the sky and opened its mouth, wherein she could fit a candle. The ten beds, even if they went unused for years, would even double as makeshift extra beds if they had guests and all their rooms were full.

The next step was a small carveout for the privy. The Sanctuary had a huge compost situation in the bowels of the Within that stored human waste and grey water. The waste was taken by chute from privies at various locations throughout the Within and the Above and delivered to piles to compost. Access doors allowed folks to add to the compost, break it down, and reuse it as soil once it was fully dealt with. Grey water was recyled to keep hay and grass growing. Black water was boiled off or added to the compost bin to speed the decomposition process along. So it was that Kavala picked the spot for the privy – adjacent to the patient beds – and removed enough stone for a small room. To that room she added a chute to the waste composting, a pedestal for a basin of water and a bowel to be left on, along with soap and water and towels.

Next she attended the counters in both labs, and finished off with the shelving for housing cages the animal area. She’d brought furniture back from the city to furnish the lab. So, once the polishing touches were done,.. .the lab was looking in top shape. She even got a bit more unpacking done before she called it a day. She was glad the project was over, bone tired, and not up to tackling another section of the Within for a while. But that was okay. The effort was worth it. The lab was there whenever they needed it, both before and after any possible ailment. Kavala hoped, in the end, there would be no need for the Isolation Lab, but she’d have it, none the less, if she ever needed it.

Expenses :

by **Magpie** on June 30th, 2013, 10:30 pm

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