fandomhigh | 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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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?

Oh, right! They did that park movie thing today, didn't they? They would be fun...

//"Sounds good."//

Biting her lip a little, Setsuna settled back in to try to listen to Squall once more and sort of looking forward to the movie (http://community.livejournal.com/fandomtownies/1715299.html?view=79081827#t79081827) now.

"Is all that really so important that it can't wait until I'm done? If you're bored, just take a nap, like a normal person."

Setsuna's eyes shifted slightly, and she drew in a deep breath. "As a matter of fact, sir," she said, with a look that suggested that if he was really going to give her a hard time when he was standing up there babbling on and on as if the world cared about first aid ~~or the class wanted to stare at his ass belts~~, she'd put something nasty in his bubble tea drinks if he stopped in at the Nest this weekend, "it was. But, I assure you, our business is complete, and you have my utmost attention now."

"Thank you."

Squall didn't smile, or look at all friendly, but he DID completely avoid even mentioning detention for Setsuna and Ami. He owed her at least that much for the bubble tea.

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