fandomhigh | As seen on tv: Forensic Science, 1/31 5th Period

The box of lab coats is next to door of the danger shop and Abby is perched on a lab counter, flipping a DVD in the air. After checking the class over for a few minutes, she hopped off and started pacing.

"We've got a blood free class today and I hopefully that makes some of you happy. Today we're going to do two of the things that I hate doing. But that doesn't mean that you have to hate today's class. Maybe you'll love it. Maybe your new favorite class with be today's class on..." Abby walked over to the overhead projector and turned it on, illuminating a worksheet on toxicology. "...stomach contents!"

Abby launched into ~~an extremely handwaved~~ lecture on how to test stomach contents. "Also, you're going to pouring over security camera tape to find the bad guy. It's like looking for a needle in a black and white really grainy haystack. Not a favorite thing of mine to be doing, but if you're into that sort of thing you'll have a ball."

Opening the door to the crime scene, Abby moved to show the students the layout. Chad lay slumped in a chair at a very fancy table in a wealthy looking room. Chad's shirt had greyish looking vomit drying on it and the leftovers of dinner were still on the plates in front of him. "This is Chad. Poor dead Chad died before he finished his dinner. I wouldn't recommend nabbing anything off the plate though. You need to figure out how Chad died and who did it. You'll do that by using the skills we talked about in class earlier."

"Go get 'em!"

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Dead people didn't wave, but Chad waved back anyway. "Quarter past six. Ish."

"Any signs of a struggle? Trauma? Anything to indicate that you choked to death on your own vomit because of reality TV?"

"Nope. No TV. Not even any little chicken bones to get stuck in my throat."

"Well, that sucks. I mean, dying from buffalo wings is at least respectable, more so than just getting poisoned. Hrm."

He looks around the room and examines the plates. "So... anything special? Like, does your breath smell of almonds or your fingers or lips are blue, that sorta thing? Contents of the stomach, contents of the will naming me heir?"

"Almonds, a little," Chad nodded, and then held up his massive hand. "An' my fingers a little pink." Not dirty. "Contents of stomach, probably contents of dinner. An' you can have a few pesos." He did have much else. Ted would get the guitar, Jude the massive music collection. Ranma the mariachi jacket, 'cause it'd be funny.

Will shook her head as she looked over the crime scene. "You know, Teddy's going to be disappointed when he hears that you've died." She smiled, and looked over her question sheet. "So, Chad, eat anything usual for or with your dinner?"

Mac is much, much happier when there's a lack of blood. She wandered on over to Chad, worksheet in hand. "Hey there, Chad," she greeted. "How's death treating you?"

Edward Elric

Lucas Wolenczak

Lucas kept his distance from the really big guy. "Hi," he waved and looked at the checklist. "Okay, uh, when did you die, how did you die, were there any other injuries and are you allergic to anything?"

Ami nodded. "No struggle or anything?"

Lucas pulled out his laptop and loaded a video editing program. He isolated the stills he needed and improved the quality. The picture was still grainy but significantly better than it had been. He saved the footage of the culprit as a separate file, then grabbed some samples of the stomach contents and headed to the lab.

Lana Lang

Lucas ran the necessary tests and typed up notes on the procedure while he waited for the tests to finish.

"Hey, Chad," Lana said with a smile. "Nice to see you. Sorry you're dead. So, time and cause of death? Any other injuries?"

Lana carefully watched the crime scene video. She ran it over several times, stopping and rewinding wherever necessary. The chef... he did something odd just before he brought the food in. Hmmm...

Lana carefully began testing the stomach contents. Arsenic, monksroot? Betelnut, bloodroot, oleander? ~~Sorry, the mun's in a play where we sing about deadly poisons.~~

She waited for the tests, then nodded and headed off to the last stage of the class.

Lana showed the crime scene video where the chef slipped something into the potatoes just before entering the room and the results of her food testing which clearly showed a large amount of cyanide present in said potatoes.

Chad couldn't help grinning a little at that. "Make sure he gets my guitar, 'kay? An', no, nothing out of the ordinary."

"Breathin' got kinda hard," Chad told her, "but other than that? No struggle."

Chad shrugged. "Not so bad. Kinda liked this shirt, though."

He'd been assured that the fake vomit would wash off, but he worried.

Chad did his best to follow the string of questions. "Uh, six fifteen, poison, only my pride, an' no, no allergies."

He was proud of himself for getting them all, because he was worried he'd forget one of 'em.

Nice to see you. Sorry you're dead.

Chad grinned. "Nice to see you, too, Lana. Six-fifteen, poison, rest of me's fine."

Abby pointed to the chef who was confessed to poisoning Chad in order to gain access to a fortune in spatulas. "Good job, Lana! You get an A for the day."

AMi nodded and jotted it down. "anything else odd about the scene? Weird smell, anything on your body a werid color?" ~~not dirty~~

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