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Interdisciplinary Studies or whatever, Class 2, Wednesday, Period 5

Squall was at the campfire with the chalkboard again.

As the students walked up, he handed each of them a small plastic first aid kit, with all the standards. Band-Aids, gauze, burn ointment, pain relievers, rubbing alcohol, etc., etc., etc. Even a needle and thread.

"Welcome back" Squall said, once everyone had arrived. He tossed the clipboard to a student. "X by your name. Or detention. Speaking of, Keladry of Whatever, congratulations, you've got detention. And you." He pointed at Jim. "Weren't you supposed to be in detention this weekend? Since you don't care so much, you get detention again. Go this time."

"So." He held up his own first aid kit and waved it at them. "This piece of crap is what passes for first aid in this place. So, since it's what you've got, it's what you're going to learn to use."

He spent the next 45 minutes lecturing about cuts and scrapes, burns, disinfectants, ointments, aspirin, how to tie a tourniquet and why you never ever should, 911 and poison control, and all the other important things to know. The chalkboard ended up covered in information. He may have started enjoying this too much.

And then he tossed his kit over his shoulder.

"Now," he said, pulling a bag out from behind the chalkboard. "This is what I call first aid." From the bag he pulled small stoppered flasks filled with a thick red liquid and tossed one to each student. "These are Hi-Potions," he said, as he was tossing them. His aim wasn't perfect, but it was decent -- it's your own fault if you don't manage to catch it. If you break the flask, you don't get another one.

The last one in the bag he set on the ground. He took his jacket off and then pulled a large chef's knife out of a drawer and waved it at them. "To demonstrate," he said, and then sliced his forearm open to the bone. A slight wince was his only concession to the pain he was in.

"This is the sort of thing that might happen if a monster you're fighting gets in a lucky shot," he said, as blood gushed and pooled on the ground. "The tiny bandages in those kits won't do jack for something like this."

In one fluid motion, he bent down, picked up his flask, unstoppered it with his thumb, and drank it. Immediately, the wound closed up. He wiped the blood off his arm with a damp cloth to show them that the cut was completely healed.

"Any questions?"

[[Yes, I know this is mostly copied-and-pasted from my sample class in Launchpad. This is what is known as "phoning it in". ~~Wait for OCD~~. OCD up.]]

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Take notes or whatever.

Gwynn took very concise and detailed notes on the lecture.

She was careful with the flask and the kit as she put them in her bag.

Sabriel took notes, especially of the parts she didn't really understand. She suspected that the kit and the potion-thing might come in handy during her stay in fandom, though.

Ami took detailed notes, and carefully put away both the potion and the kit.

After a moment of hesitation and a moment further of steeling herself, Setsuna leaned forward to try to whisper over to Ami to catch her attention, but, looking over at Squall going on and on and on about first aid, she pulled back, turned her notebook to a fresh page and found a different method.

She wrote something quickly in Japanese, and subtly folded the paper into the shape of a tiny bird. She did a quick mudra and muttered a small "Om!" to send it drifting over to where Ami was sitting. The bird settled quietly in front of the other girl.

Ami was busily taking notes when the bird landed, so had not seen Setsuna send it. To her, the bird flew in out of nowhere. Startled, Ami looked around, bewilderment in her eyes, and picked up the little bird gingerly.

The little paper bird sat in her hand, its paper qualities become more evident as it had finished what its spell indicated it had to do. Setsuna, watching, shifted a little, mentally trying to prod Ami into unfolding.

Ami stared at the little bird. She had never seen anything quite like it before and she looked at it from all angles. It didn't entirely occur to her to destroy somethign so tiny and precious.

Setsuna's palm met her face. What was Ami doing, just staring at it like she'd never seen a paper bird before in her life?

//"Open it!"// Setsuna leaned in and whispered over toward her as quietly as possible, eyes darting to the front of the room. She really didn't want to get into another bitch-fit with Squall if he caught her whispering in class.

//"Oh"// Ami whispered and started to unfold the bird, it's origin now clear.

Scrawled across it in impeccably neat Japanese, was a simple message.

//"I'm very sorry about how I behaved yesterday. It is clear that I value my pride a lot, but I value our friendship more."//

As Ami read it, Setsuna's eyes drifted away and she blushed slightly. But her talk with Karal last night put things into the perspective that some things just weren't worth being stubborn about.

Ami read the note and smiled. She took a sheet of paper from her won notebook and started writing something back. She then folded it into a much more conventional airplane and with a glance towards the front of the room to make sure the teacher was paying them no attention, neatly flew it to Setsuna's desk.

Setsuna smiled lightly and made a note to teach Ami some of her paper magic, if only for the purpose of passing each other notes, since she didn't seem to have the fold-and-flick method down like Hikaru had. She neatly, subtly, unfolded the paper and smoothed it out on her notebook.

Ami's hand writing was tiny and very precise. It was as if she applied a bit too much pressure to the pencil when writing.

//"I am likewise sorry myself, and i appreciate and accept your apology. Our friendship means everything to me, and i would love nothing more then to do everything possible to make sure that whatever differences of opinion we may have, they do not interfere with the bond of friendship we have built."//

The handwriting then changed, into a softer more cursive style.

//"You are my best friend, and an argument is not going to change that. Lets do somethign fun after workshops today?"//

Setsuna smiled a little at that last part, and then took a moment to think it over, tapping her pencil against her chin. What would Konoka-Ojou-sama suggest at a moment like this? Well, shopping, but Setsuna still didn't understand the appeal of that activity, so she went with the next thing that came to her mind, especially on a warm day like this. She sent another little bird toward Ami.

//"Ice cream?"//

The suggetsion was complete with a little smiley face.

Ami had to work hard to not giggle out loud at the smiley face.

//"Sure. Or... movie?"// There were movies at the part on Wednesdays, and she didn't have to always go with Billy, right?

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...A 45 minute lecture that filled the board was certainly a bit of a different approach to things than last week's painfully apathetic class.

So was the whole slicing the arm open thing. She'd had a full page of notes and a Hi-Potion she planned on passing along to Yue more than she planned on using it herself, and then frowned in deep consideration as if trying to figure this man out.

Or figure out if he really did like the alcoholic bubble tea or if it was just a huge disaster, too.

Naminé took very careful notes on what appeared on the blackboard.

She caught the flask and decided to keep it somewhere safe.

She blanched when Squall pulled out his knife and chopped his arm open, and didn't stop shivering until the wound had healed itself.

She hoped that, wherever Sora was, he had plenty of potions.

Sam had first aid training already, so he was only halfway paying attention - until Squall cut himself, and then he had Sam's full attention.

Valentine decided that he was going to spend the rest of the week with a horrible case of the heebie-jeebies.
But he did have the presence of mind to tuck the flask into his pocket. One never knows when it might come in handy around here.

The only reason Jim was in class in the first place was because Lana would yell at him if he didn't. Not that Lana yelled. But she would be Disappointed in him, which is worse.

But getting detention for no good reason?

Instead of swinging at the teacher, as soon as Jim heard that he spun on his heel and stalked away, back to the clinic.

"HEY! Come BACK HERE!"

Squall glared at Jim's back.

(Tough kid.)

Jim flipped him the bird over his shoulder.

Squall shrugged.

"...Whatever."

He turned back to the class. "That right there? Is an example of what not to do. Congratulations, you just learned something else."

Molly knew she'd probably never need first aid for herself, but she might need to know what to do if one of her friends got hurt. She paid close attention.

When Squall cut his arm, she made a face and looked away. She'd seen too much blood just last night for that to be comfortable to look at.

She caught a potion and tucked it safely away to save for someone who needed it.

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