Wylair Verdure Center
25 Apr 2020Kezika
April 5, 3306 – Wylair Verdure Center - Fireopal – planet A 5 – Keltim system“Attention! Vacate the shoreline with haste!” blared a voice from a loudspeaker as lights over a fenced in beach strobed white and red. “A bay landing has been scheduled for 10 minutes, we repeat, vacate the shoreline with haste as a safety precaution!”
The beach however was empty except for one solitary woman, Majordomo Amaleigh Wessex. In response to the alarms sounds she calmly flipped open an antique pocket watch for a moment, before putting it away and briskly walking back towards the building the fenced in area attached to, her robes sparkling crimson as platinum filigree detailing reflected the warm hues of a sunset as she walked.
A few moments later she was heading into a conference room bedecked with glass artwork designed to utilize the natural outdoor light as accent lighting in the conference room. Artificial lighting only illuminated the table in the center of the conference room, the rest illuminated in hues or red and orange by the sunset.
Ameleigh flipped out her pocket watch once again, “Madame, our honored guests shall be making landing in 7 minutes and 23 seconds!”
“Thank you, please ensure they can alight with minimal wait for our meeting.” Replied Imperial Patron Kezika T. Wylair, the other lone occupant of the conference room.
Kezika was dressed up even more than usual, albeit subtly enough for a business occasion. Jewelry and other accentuation were a bit more toned down than her usual wear, but of the few pieces she wore, they were of absolute top quality and materials. Rhodium jewelry in place of Platinum jewelry, painite and poudretteite over rubies and diamonds today.
“Dock team is ready, I shall make haste back down for landing,” replied Amaleigh as she quickly left the room, shutting the door behind her. Kezika remained watching the bay from the conference room window, admiring the eternal sunset that Fire Opal was known and named for, having been built in the sunset zone of a tidally-locked planet.
Down in the dock control room a controller’s comms crackled into life. “WVC-01 set for atmospheric drop-in, confirm clearance.”
“Clearance confirmed WVC-01, please proceed,” replied the comms operator.
The ship’s pilot responded, “Triggering in 5… 4… 3… 2… 1… Drop”
That last word barely could be heard over the loud boom echoing through the city as what looked to be a huge fireball appeared above the city, roughly 10 kilometers above ground and of equal distance away from the bay.
The comms operator quickly keyed their microphone once more, “Visual confirmed, proceed to bay, area confirmed clear.”
Shortly thereafter the distinctive bullet-shape nose of a black and gold painted Beluga peeked out from the cloud of vaporized gas it created upon drop and proceeded towards the bay. One unusual difference on this Beluga was the addition of two more large wings on each side of the ship as well as additional sets of adjustment thrusters firing more aggressive bursts than those of a standard Beluga.
The ship glided downwards towards the bay at what would appear an alarming rate to an untrained eye. Comms remained calm in tone however, reading off altitudes. Once flight level 300 was read aloud forward-facing thrusters on the additional wings fired at full force along with the stock Beluga reverse thrusters, bringing the Beluga’s forward momentum down dramatically.
For the last few seconds of glide, thrusters along the bottom of the ship were now firing straight into the water of the bay as the ship glided above, creating a massive trail of steam behind the ship, until just a second before the ship made contact with the water’s surface they shut off.
Large waves billowed out from the ship in every direction as the roughly 1,600 tons of ship settled onto the water and came to a stop. Steam billowed out of the bay all around the ship as well as off many surfaces of the ship that water had splashed over. Water rushed up the beach towards the building, flooding three quarters of the beach area in steaming water.
The main thrusters of the ship flared up slightly along with some side thrusters as the ship moved into position, creating even more clouds of steam until the ship could barely be seen through it all.
From the building a retractable corridor began extending out towards the ship. Three men outfit in protective jumpsuits ran out alongside the corridor through the steam to the dock where the ship had lined up an external door. They hurriedly attached the corridor to the airlock and verified that it was secure.
“WVC-01, thermal corridor in-place, safe to alight passengers,” spoke the comms controller into his microphone.
Roughly a minute later the external door of the Orca opened into the corridor, and first stepped out a man and woman. The former wearing a bright white suit with platinum linework throughout, which contrasted with his dark, wrinkled skin. Underneath a suit, a golden color shirt which matched his dyed yellow hair. The woman, wearing similar attire, but her hair instead dyed pink, complementing a light but rosy skin tone.
The former was Vice President of C.E.A Psychiatric Institutions Ltd., Rodolfo Moss, the latter, the Chief Compliance Officer Sariah Vincent. They were followed out of the ship by a small entourage of 10 others, bedecked in various Imperial style business clothing.
As the group made their way towards the building, Amaleigh stepped out of the comms room and into the rear lobby of the hospital and opened the sliding doors on her side of the hospital for the guests.
As the hospital’s rear lobby is was fairly small but furnished with marble floors and gold accenting throughout.
“Welcome to the Wylair Verdure Center!” greeted Amaleigh as the guests entered the lobby.
“Well met Miss Wessex, I presume Patron Wylair is ready?” inquired Rodolfo.
“She is, if you would kindly follow,” she replied.
Rodolfo turned towards the guests, “It has been a pleasure meeting you all, I must attend to matters in my office, however Majordomo Wessex here shall lead on to your meeting with Patron Kezika Wylair.”
Rodlofo bowed towards the guests and then after a nod and quick motion towards Amaleigh he proceeded down one of the hallways.
“Right this way,” stated Amaleigh as she began walking towards an elevator along the back wall, which automatically opened at their approach. Everyone stepped inside and Amaleigh pressed the button for the top floor.
The elevator rose for a moment before the doors slid open once again, this time opening into a room, with double doors on each of the walls, the ones directly in front of the elevator though the most ornate and largest. Amaleigh grabbed the handle of those and opened them, both sides opening in perfect sync by design. She remained holding the door, allowing the guests and Sariah to walk in to the conference room.
Kezika turned to face the group, “Salutations inspectors! Shall I presume you enjoyed Rodolfo’s tour of the mobile ward then?”
“It is a unique idea so far, however it is sound for your intended use as far as we see,” chimed in one of the inspectors, Korine.
“Presents a unique opportunity for longer term patients to reduce confinement induced irritability,” added in Niamh, the inspector standing next to Korine.
“Any question before we proceed on our tour then?” asked Kezika of the group.
“Just one,” replied a man named Vincent, “Your brief said your facility takes patients from other star systems as well, how are they received to this location for assessment?”
“There are multiple options. Most interstellar patients will be assessed in their own system and referred to here. However, there is also the option of assessment at our single-ward facility in Alfven Orbital which has already been inspected and approved, which will act as a waiting unit for patients awaiting transfer to here. The Beluga you just toured will perform transfers, as well as an atmospheric flight equipped Orca we have as well.” replied Kezika.
“This all sounds terribly expensive to health insurance payors; how can you be certain that such costs will be covered for your patients and they won’t be saddled with the bill?” Vincent followed up with.
“Glad you asked that, we do not charge patients for any transportation or other incidental costs to a patient’s treatment. My Imperial Office of Patronage already has an established charity fund for those under my representation that pays for any extraneous healthcare costs. I have authorized for it to also extend to transportation and other incidental fees of all patients of any of our facilities; that is regardless of any political affiliations or needs based judgements, all patients get that benefit,” Kezika explained.
Vincent nodded and typed something into a notepad quickly, “Well I believe we are ready to proceed to see the wards here then.”
“Right this way then,” Kezika motioned as she headed through a door concealed into the rear wall of the conference room that opened as she approached.
“These here are our administrative corridors. Any ward can be accessed through them, for quick security response if the need arises,” she explained quickly as she pressed a button on the wall next to a pair of elevator doors, “This one will lead to Alpha ward, one of our general-purpose wards.”
The doors immediately slid open and everyone stepped inside and pressed another button inside.
“Each elevator here is for a specific ward. All are secured with identity chips, right now it works because I am in here, as well as Sariah. If we were not here however, the elevator would not operate, their entrances on the wards themselves are also concealed for additional security through obscurity.”
The elevator gracefully came to a stop and the doors slid open, but only to a wall with a big letter A painted on it, as well as a small scanner device and a display showing a camera feed of a hallway
“Here, staff or security using this elevator would be able to verify that there are not any patients waiting to try and sneak in. Normally, patients would not even know of the existence of this elevator, but it is an extra precaution with flight risk patients,” Kezika said just before waving her wrist in front of the scanner which responded with a cheery beep.
The panel slid away and then to the side to reveal the hallway displayed previously on the camera feed. At a large window on one end of the hall sat a few leather upholstered recliners set to look out the large window. In the other direction the hall stretched towards a lobby, lined with doors on each side. A muted minty shade of green adorned the walls, with a gradient down to a more vibrant green carpet. Light from the sunset out the window splayed along them in complement to the green.
Each door of the hallway made of a light stained cherry wood, with a reflective silver-plated handle. Kezika walked over to the first one and opened it wide, allowing her entourage to enter. The walls of the room were painted in a very light gray tone. For the first three meters the floor was a matching wood to the door along a thinner corridor before the room widened. In the main section was black carpet with a swirly artwork made of a slightly reflective silver color throughout.
Kezika reached out to a screen panel next to the door which turned on and displayed a square color spectrum on it. She moved her fingers along, and the lighting in the room responded in turn, brightening into a pure white light, and then shifting over to a slight pink tone. She then pressed the screen once again, and after another finger swipe, accent lighting came on from underneath a desk situated in the far corner of the room, and cycled through some colors before Kezika settled it on a complementary green to the pink lighting.
“Each patient room is equipped with full spectrum programmable lighting so that they can always have the lighting they desire most. There are also some presets, including one which will copy the current exterior lighting of our sunset into their room,” explained Wylair as she switched the lighting over to the sunset mode.
Kezika then stepped over to the bed that sat along the left wall of the room in the main section, opposite of a large bookshelf built into the wall, “Each bed we have ordered from the same manufacturer that supplies the Senatorial Hotel on Capitol. For most of our patients they will be even more comfortable and plush than their own bed at home.”
“Each room also has their own private restroom built into it as well,” Kezika stated while motioning towards the door along the right side of the room’s entry corridor.
The restroom floor changed over from wood to a glass tile with a silver foil underlay. The door entered at one corner of the bathroom, a large walk-in bathtub and shower unit of at least a meter in both width and length dominated the opposite corner. One the right hand from the door, next to the bathtub sat a subtle grey marble counter with an inlaid sink, with the toilet in the remaining corner.
After detailing some features of the bathtub as well as the heated floor of the bathroom Kezika led the entourage back to the hallway and proceeded towards the main commons space of the ward. After the last door on the left side of the hall, a large glass window revealed a verdant garden of plants with sitting benches. Kezika made a quick stop here.
“Each ward has a small garden accessible to the patients for their leisure and relaxation. Plants have been selected to be as hypoallergenic as possible. In the event of patient with an allergy to one of the plants, there is at least two ward gardens that will not have that particular species of plant. In this way all patients will have the ability to use a garden without irritation,” Kezika explained.
Moving past the windows of the garden and the last patient room on the right-hand side of the hallway, the ward widened into a commons space. Most of the walls in this area were painted in a subtle mint tone. Various skylights brought in natural lighting. Along the main path the floor was a continuation of the darker green carpeting. Within some nooks offset on the sides the carpeting gave way to dark stained cherrywood.
On the right-hand side was a sitting area in a large nook, bedecked with multiple leather sofas, as well as a pair of hammocks against opposite walls. The far wall was made in two layers, the first a transparent wall with a small airgap between it and the rear wall. Inside the airgap a large television was mounted.
On the left-hand side was a window cut out in the wall with a room on the other side. The wall the window was cut from was paneled in a dark stained wood. Mounted on the panels was a giant linework flower made of rose gold. This was the nurse’s station for the ward. Just past the window cut out was a small indentation with a few tap dispensers for tea and coffee on a counter as well. Underneath both counters shone accent lighting brought in via fiber optics from the natural outdoor lighting.
Further along the left wall past the nurse’s station was another smaller nook with a couple cherrywood tables set in as a dining area. Past both nooks on opposing walls were a pair of conference rooms. A quick peek inside would reveal they were decorated in a similar manner to the patient bedrooms.
Eventually the entourage reached the far end of the corridor, which widened again into a glass enclosed sitting area, a garden sat outside the glass on the left-hand side, and a view of the bay was seen on the right-hand side.
“Well that is our Alpha Ward, all the wards are outfitted identically, with the exception of the crisis intervention unit, which you already saw before your tour of the mobile ward,” Kezika stated.
Niamh stepped forward from the group of inspectors, “Your brief mentions a Cosmopsychosis Specialty Ward, what differs there exactly?”
“Outfitting is also identical, the main difference is that it is not a locked unit, and is staffed by psychiatrists specializing in cosmopsychosis,” Kezika responded, “It operates in a middle ground between a regular inpatient and a partial ward. Patients attend therapy throughout the afternoon. The rest of the hours of the day they are free to come and go, and local patients can even elect to spend their nights at home. This is of course as long as they are not displaying symptoms or other disorders requiring a more acute level of care,” Kezika explained.
“Well, unless any of my other inspectors have any questions or concerns, I feel this facility complies with all the regulations and standards,’ Niamh said, pausing to give the others a chance to speak.
After a moment of silence from the group of inspectors she spoke again, “In that case we shall authorize this hospital to open for business.”
Niamh pulled out a small plaque and inserted a small key into it before handing it over to Kezika, “That will serve as your proof of authorization in the meantime until officially on file at the head office in Achenar.”
“Most thanks inspector,” replied Kezika while taking the plaque, “If you need anything more Sariah here can continue to tour or back to the ship, I must make the final preparations for grand opening.”
“May luck be with you on this endeavor!” chirped Niamh.
After a quick handshake between the two Kezika began walking back down the corridor of the ward towards the elevator, Amaleigh followed closely behind.
“Please inform Prisma Rehabilitation that we are prepared to proceed with the patient transfers now,” instructed Kezika to Amaleigh.