fandomhigh | Forensic Science, Wednesday 2/14, 5th period

There were wee heart lollipops alongside the lab coats this week as the students filed into the Danger shop. Abby was sitting on one of the lab counters, her pigtails held up with bright red fuzzy ties.

"Happy Valentines Day, guys! Eat your suckers during the lecture because you are not going to want to take them into the practical this week." Grinning at the students, she clapped her hands. "This week we're going to be using the forensic skills you've learned to find out what happened at a crime scene. The only catch is that you won't be the only people there this week. You'll be dealing with other departments, people who will be in charge, people who might mess up your crime scene. As always, you want to figure how what happened to the victim, but this week you're going to learn how to deal with firemen and cops. Cooperation is key, guys. You're an important part of the team so don't let them walk all over you...but don't get too uppity. They can throw you off the crime scene. Today that'll mean you get a lower grade but in the field it'll mean that you can't do your job and evidence could get lost or destroyed while they wait for a replacement."

Passing out handouts and messenger bags to each of the students, Abby talked a little about the tools that they'd find inside. A camera for crime scene photos, several evidence bags and vials, notebook and pens, and most importantly, identification. "Crime scenes can be like circuses and being the lab geek means that not everyone at the scene will know who you are. Unless you want to be tossed into the back of a police car, keep your ID on you at all times."

Opening the door of the lab, she ushered the students through. Instead of walking into the crime scene like usual, the scene was set outdoors. They stood in front of a burnt out shell of a house, still smoking in places as ~~NPC~~ firefighters crawled over it. The stench of burning wood was heavy in the air as Abby directed them to three firefighters who were waiting near the front door.

"Go get 'em!"

[ooc: OCD up! Go ahead and play!]

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Mac shrugged. "Cute look," she remarked.

"And yeah, much as I would rather not see dead things, the class does call for it."

She grinned again. But then Annette the firefighter took charge. "All right, miss, I'll be needing to see your ID and you need to be fitted with the proper clothing. What kind of shoes you got on?"

Mac pulled out the ID, and wriggled a converse encased foot around.

"That okay?" she asked.

Annette looked down at her shoes then at the ID. "Afraid not, young lady. Best be getting the proper gear on or you won't be entering this house." She handed back the ID and said, "Boots. Sturdy ones. And here," she handed her a turnout coat (http://www.lummiislandfire.com/images/coat.jpg) to put on.

"Better hussle."

There was a slight raised eyebrow at being referred to as 'young lady' by Annette, but she smirked and nodded anyway.

"Sure thing," Mac replied, taking the coat. "Seeya later, Annette."

"I'll be waiting right here, missy!" Annette chuckled low, loving her role as firefighter.

Mac slipped the coat on and went to find herself some boots so she was all ready to make her way through the crime scene.

"Great, now follow me and mind your step. It's a mess in here." Annette turned and walked through the doorway.

"You can ask me anything you want."

Mac followed her, obediently, stepping over pieces of debris carefully.

"Um, so do you know how this fire started?" she asked.

"Our guess is a cigarette. But you'll be able to determine--" There was a crack, a pop, and Annette felt the floor shift slightly beneath her feet. Turning, she threw herself against Mac, dropping her to the wet, black with soot and ashes floor, as the area that was just in front of her caved a little. More debris fell and scattered over the both of them.

Raising up off her, she held out her hand to help her up. "You okay?" She asked, looking over Mac with a critical eye. Ew. She was really black and dirty now.

"Got to mind our footing."

"Ow," Mac said, it was more autonomous after getting smooshed into the floor, than out of any form of serious pain, though.

She took the offered hand. "Yeah, I'm fine," Mac replied. "Ew."

"Yeah, sorry about that." Annette said with a lift of her brow. Then she shrugged a little. "Getting dirty is almost unavoidable. You'll want to take a good shampoo to your hair," she said, pointing to Mac's black, sooty hair. "Afterward."

Clicking her tongue, Annette continued on, jumping over the hole in the floor now. Turning down a long hallway, she said, "All the windows in the house were open. Might want to write that down."

Mac nodded, scribbling this onto the worksheet, which was now covered in black smudges. Whether she'd actually be able to read it later was debateable.

"Anything else I should know?" she asked.

She looked over her shoulder, "Just whatever else you might want to ask before you go on to see Mr. Crispy." Annette said rather blandly, though she did think to ask, "Rather young, aren't you, to be working a crime scene?"

(ooc: no worries! Valentines Day will do that! ;-))

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