fandomhigh | As seen on tv: Forensic Science, 1/9 5th Period

When the students came into the danger shop they entered into a lab that seemed straight from the heart of a police department or right off the set of a TV show. There were computers, microscopes, containers and tubes and just about every forensic doodad that you could imagine. Abby stood at the door and handed labcoats to everyone and pointed them to a row of stools around the edges of the room.

"Hey guys, I'm Professor Abby and I'll be teaching you the basics of forensics science this semester. Since I would be bored out of my brain teaching you things on paper, we're going to take a more hands on approach. I'm assuming that at least most of you have seen a TV show were they solved the case by using forensic science. They matched the fingerprints on the gun. They traced the carpet fibers. They figured out whodunit by using forensics."

"In this class you're going to be learning forensics by doing the same thing as the scientists on those shows. You're going to solve a crime." Abby pulled her lab coat tighter and motioned to a door on one side of the lab. "Follow me."

As the students stepped from the lab they walked into a dark deserted parking lot. A single flickering street lamp illuminated one corner of the lot where a blonde girl lay half against a wall amidst broken bottles, trash and puddles of water.

"This is Isabel. She's dead." Abby said, stopping about halfway across the lot. From this distance they could see that Isabel was unmarked, but it was hard to tell in the light if she was breathing or not. All in all, a pretty convincing display. "You're going to try and figure out how she died and who killed her using what you know and my nifty handout. You can work alone or in pairs or teams. Whatever you want. This week we're going to be focusing on prints that aren't fingerprints."

Passing out the handouts, Abby continued talking. "You're in high school. I'm not expecting you to know everything yet. So don't worry about knowing how to do everything on the handout. When in doubt...ask a question. I'll be around and there's always Isabel. You'd be surprised at how talkative a dead person can be."

[ooc: ~~ocd coming soon!~~ OCD up! Play!]

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"Come on, it could be worse. I could have people swimming in my blood stream," Isabel laughed. "Broken ribs, contusions, internal bleeding, some broken fingers. It pretty much sucks to be me."

Parker managed a smile when Isabel spoke, and maybe a sigh of relief. "True enough. The things my friends do for extra credit. So, you put up a fight. And there's probably skin from our bad guy under your fingernails, if we're lucky?"

"There's probably some yes," she agreed. "There's also another clue or two. You just have to think of what it could be."

Parker took a look around, and then back at Isabel. "Foot prints, maybe blood on that bottle? Or blood on the wall?" She rubbed her forehead. "Give me a minute."

Parker left the 'parking lot' to get some air, and came back a few minutes later, looking calmer. "Right. So. I'm not seeing a purse. Are you carrying any I.D.?"

Isabel was just getting to her feet to look for Parker when she came back in. "You okay?" she asked quietly.

"Yes. Of course. I just--" Parker pushed the hair out of her face, tried to laugh. "Should have expected that. I signed up for a Forensics course, there's going to be dead bodies. It just reminded me of... things." She met Isabel's eyes. "I'm okay now. I swear."

She winced, imagining what Parker was reminded of. "Sorry. I didn't know you were in the class. Let's make this quick. You asked about footprints, here," Isabel said, handing over the footprint handout. "This is on my back."

Parker laughed, the last of her nausea lifting, and said, "Okay, that's-- unexpected. Thanks, Dead Isabel. You can go back to being artistically moribund again."

Isabel chuckled ruefully. "This is what happens when you get hijacked to help out. I didn't realize I'd be traumatizing people."

"I was expecting a mannequin. Which is dumb, because, hello, babysat and bandaged fake kids through two First Aid courses." Parker made a face. "So... I think our teacher's making a point here. About how the dead are people too." She sighed. "Taken to heart. Not your fault."

"Yeah, but still. I'll buy you some sugary, caffiene laden coffee drink to make up for it, okay?"

"That sounds great." Parker smiled, and waved her footprint. "Thanks. Sorry if I got emo. Gah."

[ooc: night!]

"No worries. Now go get the bad guys."

As seen on tv: Forensic Science, 1/9 5th Period

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