When things from the Outer Darkness try to meddle in Creation, Pharasma stops them. She does not differentiate between the ones that want to bring technology and progress and the ones that want to bring h̴̛̺͇̤̖͔̦͗̽͑̾̈́̌̾͑̑̈͋͐̚o̵̢̤̰̠̔́͛̄̈̓̎̈́̋̕̚͝r̵̨̻͔͇̗͛͌̇̓̅r̷̨̧͉̱̜̣̖̳͔̘̀̋̀̽́̋̑̏̈́̎́̀̉̒̽͐͝f̴̢̌̓͋͐̏̾͒͘y̴͍̳͋̾͗͒̊̓̃͑̑̔̓̕͠͠ͅȋ̷̡̨͔͉̯͍͔̭̣̬̂̋̾̊̆̐̌͜͝ͅǹ̷̦̗̭͕̺͓̹͔̯̱̹̀́̀̋̈́́͛̅͒̌͒͊̀͒̕͝g̵͓͇̦̰̦̱̺̫͊͒ͅ ̵̢̭̖͙̖̥̻̻̱̰͖̻̭̦̦̗̒̀̑̆̍ï̷͓̗̜̳̘͙̣̱̺̝̖̽̊͛͛̂͗̏̾́̿͑͐̍̓́̽n̶̡̧̬͍̺̙͒́̓̋̈́͋̎̆̃͌͝c̷̛͕̖̹̿̊̅̈́̎͋̏̌͊͆̿̋͠o̷̝̞̦͔̙̙̙̮͈̫̥͙̓̎̉͑͘m̴̖̜̍̽̎͆̉͋̒̋̚̕͝͝p̴̻̣̘͓̫̟̟̦̱̱̗̐̃̂̅̀̀̃͛̑̀̿̋r̶̨͖̥͖̬̤̯̰͓͝ę̸̧̝̩̦̞̻̺͖͓̘̜͚͓̣͓̊̈͒͐̌͐̓́̽̂͠h̶̛͇̝̰͓̮̻̮͆͘͝ͅe̶̡̨̢̢̧̞̩̮̹͉̫͍̼͛̾͊͑̏̆͑̆̒͑̂̓̑̈́͘ͅn̷̡̲͔͈̞͙̤̍̒̑̕͘s̴̥͙̅̈́͌̃̉̋ǐ̶̢̛̗̤̪̜̠͕͉̦̤̟̔̉̂͗͛̈́͆͒̿͛͂͌͜b̵̨̛͉͔̰̭̯̟̩̭̮̭̼̿̆̎̊̓́̂̿̕͝l̶̦̤̺̞̝͑̌̆̍̈̔̊̉̾́̚͝ḛ̷͖̥̯͍̤̲̠̾̑̆͘͝ ̴̧̛͕͔̣̬̭̲̫̯͈̹̝̻̥̟̼̎̇̌̐̀͛̄͋̑̎̈́̚͘̚͠ṱ̸͈̙͈́́͛͗̈́̉́͝͝h̷̛̫̭̺̠̫̹͈͎̤̻̠͔̀̍̈́̀͊̚͘̚͠ͅi̵̢̧̧̧̛̬͈̖̟̭̜͚̖̪̻͔͋̽̊̋͝n̶̨̟̙̜̩͂̈́̇g̴͕̪͚̰̣̘̱̱̎̓̒́̊̀̌̓̀̈͘s̷̨̬̙̝̼̱̼̯̩̼̱͔̿ ̸̖̥̠̙̺̒͊̽̈́̿́̽̌̂͐̈́͘͝. 

However, She does allow the ones that observably somehow literally only want to prevent the deaths of babies. This is an exception that spent a very long time not coming up, because most things from the Outer Darkness, even if they want to prevent the deaths of babies, also want to do some other things. But eventually She encounters some things from the Outer Darkness that happen to be observably committed to Literally Just Preventing The Deaths of Babies, and in fact a bit obsessively interested in not having too many effects outside of that. 

So....sure, fine. 

They have budget for eight hospitals, and select eight locations (chosen randomly anywhere on the planet, weighted by population). They add new hospitals if utilization is higher than on other planets with comparable population densities in the surrounding areas, and stubbornly refuse to consider any factors other than utilization; if people need the hospital, they'll use it. The planet they're operating on is classified as Extremely Dangerous, which means they can't have anyone who uses Loki's alphabet-magic and can't have an onsite demon. They can of course put in orders for the demon and have them Teleported over a minute later. They are strongly advised against sending anyone with an immortal soul, anyone vulnerable to mental alteration, anyone who has made commitments of confidentiality about anything they know, etcetera etecetera etcetera...

...Cleery sometimes kind of gets the sense that Vanda Nosseo would if they could just forbid anyone from visiting Extremely Dangerous planets at all. Buncha cops. 

Her site is near a river and near-ish a settlement of a couple thousand people, which is probably a major city given the tech level. They put up a sign with an animated image of a person carrying a sick baby into the hospital and walking out with a healthy one. She makes sure all of the equipment is teleported in and unpacked and set up, and that the place doesn't feel ridiculously medical and grim, and then she sweeps some floors because the site manager is also the janitor. 

Lindsha is not orange. She's a magic rock, and her magic rock soul is orange, but she herself is a grey. She can use magic rock powers to heal babies, and will, because, like, that is the whole point, is the healing of the babies, but mostly construes her job as making sure that nobody shows up to kill any of the babies for being corrupted with demon magic, or whatever it is this time. At least not on the premises. She tries to avoid... looking offsite... too much, because if you start socking people in the face for murdering a baby you just healed you are stepping into some very deep shit all told. Also she turns Allspeak off if anyone looks angry at her and starts yelling. Important reflex to have trained if you're going to Stay Put And Save Babies, not being able to respond to threats about it.

Antler is a skilled troporter with a whole rack full of mouse cages (and for certain specific conditions, guinea pigs, rabbits, and a couple of basement dwellers in maintenance vats). Ey's really into the frontier medicine thing. It feels like it matters a lot more than operating some well-stocked clinic with easily reachable backup and ten people who could sub for you if you decided to spontaneously spend six months comparing and contrasting various Icelands. The high-energy anxiety of the whole operation is what keeps em showing up.

Button is not a medical professional at all and mostly spends her waking time taking care of the body Antler's frenetically neglected, partaking of odd jobs like remembering people's birthdays, and organizing movie nights and stuff like that because even heroic frontier medics need breaks. They've shifted their schedules so that Antler covers local night while most of the people who are accustomed to sleeping are doing that.

Jorequa is an angel. This week she has azure feathers with gold flecks in them. Lindsha told her not to wear the matching jewelry, people will come in with a baby claiming it has this or that and then actually just grab your shiny rocks and run (Lindsha saw someone literally drop the baby they got from who knows where, on the floor, in order to do this, and they kept that baby on site for four weeks before the site manager made the call to transfer it to a sister org that does adoptions), but Jorequa just goes chunkier and makes sure nothing has clasps. The wings demand lapis lazuli. More importantly, though, she is here to save babies! Babies are great for refining her skill at fine detail work, because they're very small, and they're also so so so so cute, like (as is in fact the case) Jorequa spent nine hundred years operating on a mental architecture with a large red button marked "BABY" and it never got pressed because there weren't babies in Heaven, and then she saw one and she was hooked on a basal level, like the first taste of sugar or the pubertal discovery of orgasms. The idea of babies dying is awful. No babies will die on her watch.

Gol Hill is a small village on the river Porthmos, a week by river north of Sardis, population around a hundred twenty depending whether you count the old man Tennes, who lives out a ways, and his family, but they don't help with barn buildings and they don't show up for church unless they're injured so most people don't count them. This far north, the river is only traversable in the springtime, so the people of Gol Hill get their news of farther off with the spring rains, or occasionally from Enna who the birds speak to.

Savos and his second wife and his four living children do help with barn buildings and do show up for church, and anyway Savos's sister is married to the miller Jarrow, so anyone would count Savos as living in Gol Hill, even though his land is actually quite far away from the six buildings that get called the town proper.

Savos first sees the strange new building when he's planting his crops. It's built where there was previously a rocky outcropping of no use even to goats; it has a small footprint but is quite tall, and some people would identify it at once as a wizard tower but Savos has never seen a wizard or a wizard tower so that guess doesn't come to mind particularly faster than any other. He studies it carefully for a moment and concludes it is definitely fairies, or wizards, or some other evil thing, and had better be given a wide berth. One of the goats wandered too near it and he decides to give that goat up for lost. He goes home and instructs his children sternly to stay away from the strange building. 

The priest, when consulted, agrees that it's fairies or wizards or some other evil thing. Probably someone should inform the baron. Savos does not want to inform the baron, because the baron might have the building burned and the field burned with it and he needs that field. He considers carefully and decides to tell the baron once the heavy rains have started, so the baron will have to resort to some solution other than burning.

One of the other sites, an underwater hospital for the merpeople who apparently live in the oceans of this planet (cool!), got reasonably quick uptake, so Cleery loans out most of her staff there - no need to have everyone sitting around when there aren't currently any babies to save. It's not rare for uptake to be slow at first. Even if people are desperate for their babies to be saved, they might not trust outsiders - and they might be right not to, when there's a dozen NGOs just trying to secure babies for interdimensional adoption. Gandlun's Mercy Neonatal would never, but these people have no way to know that they're not smug imperialists like everyone else. 

In any event it's kind of convenient that no patients are here yet because they have precisely three incubators for extremely premature babies and one has a wiring fault and one wants a software update and one is currently in an unacceptable-to-Amentans state, and Cleery and Jorequa have plenty to do just checking that all the other equipment is in working order and writing pointed letters to whoever sent donated equipment that wants reliable wifi to a frontier neonatal hospital and binging Survivor and painting all the adorable little nurseries for babies that'll be in need of long-term care.

The Baron is alerted of the weird building at the start of the rainy season but decides that if it's not growing or sending out monsters at night (it's not? no? good) dealing with it can wait until the rains end. 

Well, drat. 

Their first patients, so to speak, are some birds that set up a nest in the rafters of the hospital and are then washed out in a particularly vicious thunderstorm. They don't always have the luxury of helping injured birds but there are no human patients, right now, so Cleery scoops them up very gently out of the mud they're stuck in and brings them in to the waiting room for Jorequa to take a look at.

Jorequa examines the birds and queues up a video on veterinary medicine while she cleans off the mud and dries off the water since she can guess that that's step one. If they have broken little bird bones she will straighten those right up.

They have broken little bird bones, and shock, and hypothermia, and their feathers are too bent out of shape to fly. 


Also one of the gutters is blocked and it's dumping muddy overflow onto the wheelchair ramp. Cleery leaves the birds to Jorequa and heads outside to deal with that. She sometimes wants to have a word with the people who design these installations, who are evidently from planets without any goddamned weather. 

"I can fix the gutter when the birds are taken care of," calls Jorequa. "And the mud."

"Hey, Qua, do you prefer karaoke or Pictionary?" asks Button.

"Pictionary."

Button makes a note of this and goes to ask Cleery.

Cleery is writing a NOTICE that if your building REQUIRES ANGELS FOR MAINTENANCE this should be VERY CLEAR IN THE DESIGN DOCS. Obviously a hospital will USUALLY HAVE ANGELS but design docs need to REFLECT REQUIREMENTS; she could easily have sent Jorequa off with most of the staff to heal the mermaids. 

"Uh, I kind of wanted to finish this season of Survivor tonight but I'll do Pictionary if it's the version where you alternate writing a caption for the picture and a picture for the caption - actually I think maybe we don't have enough staff for that right now-"

Old Wallers comes to Enna when his horse gets sick. He's tried the priest already, obviously, but whatever's wrong with the horse a blessing won't fix it. She looks closely and determines that it's poisoning; probably something bad got in with the hay. Losing a horse is always a tragedy, but particularly so if you're Wallers, who only has the one and whose grown daughters all live a day's ride away, in Little Crick. He sits there, defeated, staring at the muddy ground. 

The horse rubs her head anxiously against Enna, whining of the pain, expecting Enna to fix it. She can't. 

"The strange house down on the edge of Savos's place heals animals," she finds herself saying. "- I mean, it might also be evil. I don't know about that. I just know what the birds tell me."

He straightens up. "It does?"

"I just know what the birds tell me."

Wallers brings his horse to the strange tall house. He means to send her in alone but she's stubborn, refuses to go, and also fading fast, so he walks right up to the door and stands there holding up her head.

"Hello, welcome to Gandlun's Mercy Neonatal Hospital, do you have a baby in need of medical attention?" says Lindsha, opening the door. She's dressed strangely in an creamsicle-and-silver dress with matching elaborate midcalf boots, and has small numerous teeth, and she looks very young but her hair is uniformly grey already.

Definitely a faerie. 

"No," he says gruffly. "You can't have any of my babies, and any of my grandbabies neither, and not any babies I haven't listed. - May's my horse, and she's sick, and I heard that animals that came here got better."

"...when it's slow and there's no babies to heal we'll do animals sometimes... Oi, Cleery, are horses 'war materiel'?"

"At this tech level? Yeah, pretty sure they are. - sorry."

Faeries who aren't very bright. "May's a plow horse," he says. "Won't go any faster than a walk and spooks at songbirds, sometimes."

"Sorry, we're actually just here to heal babies."

To steal babies and raise them in the land of the fae, more like. "Thank you," he says, because you can't be disrespectful to fairies, and then he turns around and tries to leave but May's stopped being willing to walk entirely.

He sits with her until she dies.