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[aldabeyoun]

It's a little odd to work out of her livingroom, but in Njoki's experience it's a good idea to have regular clinic hours set up for those that aren't comfortable with house calls. Most of what she does during these times is a bit of basic consulting, the occasional spot of under the table first aid, and listening to people talk through their own worries. It's never very busy, but this is her calling, not her job. Some of her friends and family have been helpful and discretely passed out her contact information and she knows that a little pocket money is a fine thing, but she doesn't believe she'll ever make a living off it.

As she fills and puts the kettle on, she huffs in amusement. At least it's a good excuse to make sure her flat is scrubbed and clean enough for company once a week.

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[stauncherhearted]

There was a problem. A small one, but it was becoming larger by the minute. For the past few days, Nancy's apartment had become crawling with all manner of bugs. Summer, alright, she didn't live in the best part of town. But this was bloody December, and there shouldn't be bugs around her apartment. Juliet, her cat, absolutely loved having things to chase and try to eat, but Nancy? Could do without bugs trying to get into her tea.

Which was precisely why, after some research on her own, she found herself nocking on Njoki's door.

"Hullo? Njoki? It's Nancy- are you in?"

[reticence]

Faolan doesn't exactly know what he's doing, coming to a place like this. To a witch, for healing. He could be going to a hospital, and probably should -- the cut on his arm is large enough to need stitches, he knows. But hospitals make him uncomfortable. Hospitals remind him of a time of his life best left forgotten. And without someone like Lancelot accompanying him there, forcing him to sit and wait and keeping him company, preoccupied, he's not entirely sure that he can do it. Is going to see a witch doctor all that much better of an idea? A witch doctor that he knows to be in Circle Midnight? Not in the least. Is he standing on her step with his hand poised just above the bell? Of course he is.

Steeling himself to push that one final step, Faolan raises his good arm once more, and presses the button. Hoping that this is not about to be a case of coming out of the frying pan an into the flame, as they say...

[kleptofaeniac]

It had taken close to three days to finally get what Njoki requested but Kenzi would go to lengths to ensure a new client remembered she would get them what they needed come hell or high water. Kenzi was, for once, glad she specialized in charms and amulets - all that good stuff. It made her sort of indispensable to people who worked in other areas (and mostly everyone did).

She had the charm wrapped in some brown paper and tucked it under her arm to knock on Njoki's door.

Kenzi would wait to be let in, or at least told she could come in. New client and all that.

[acrookedchild]

How exactly the card came to her, Abigail won't say. After all, not every witch who answers to her wants to be known. Midnight is still greatly scattered. While many will offer her support as the High Priestess, they're still waiting to see how things play out in the larger scheme of things before coming forward with their loyalties. But, either way, the card has been passed to Abigail.

Which has led her to this place.

She knocks on the door. For all she knows, it's someone peddling so-called magic who isn't actually a witch. Or it could be a staunch Daybreak supporter who will slam the door in her face the moment she's seen. Either way, she's there to find out what's going on here. She knocks on the door and waits.