First-Aid and Basic Medicine | Tuesday | Period Two

[justonecondition]

When students arrived for Bruce's class today, they might notice that the classroom was fairly low-tech for Fandom standards, considering that teachers here had access to literally any resource they could possibly program. In this room, however, there was a chalkboard, just enough clusters of desks for the number of students registered, and a large paper bag on the desk at the front. Other than that, besides the awkward-looking Bruce standing by the blackboard, the room was pretty bare.

Bruce waited until everyone was seated and then a few minutes on top of that, then gave up hovering by the front and took a few steps forward, clearing his throat to signal that class was starting. "Uh, hi," he greeted the class. "I'm Dr. Banner. This is First-Aid and Basic Medicine, so if that's not what you're here for, you should probably check your schedule again and figure out where you're supposed to be. Most of you probably know your way around this building better than I do.

"This semester, we're going to look at some simple first-aid techniques, uh, obviously, such as CPR, constructing splints, identifying and handling small injuries, treating burns, and how to take care of all that in a pressured environment without a lot of surplus resources at hand. We've got seven weeks to do all that, which is a while longer than the typical first-aid course, so I think there's a good chance we can get it done."

He sounded… pretty much like he wasn't all that confident about that, but had told that confidence was an important quality to exude here and was now pretending. Because that was exactly the case.

"I guess we should start with getting to know each other," Bruce contined, scratching the back of his neck. "So if you could all go around and introduce yourself quickly…? I guess give your name, your year, where and when you're from, one general subject that interests you academically in your other coursework, and if you don't mind sharing, why you were interested in taking this class. I'm, like I said, Dr. Banner, I'm a nuclear physicist, and I'm teaching this because… I was told it would be useful to have on the curriculum."

That wasn't a cop-out at all, nooo. But Bruce was allergic to giving out personal information, anyway. He gestured to the students now, hoping that someone would volunteer to begin the introductions so that he wouldn't have to call on people who didn't want to go.

After the last student had finished his or her introduction, Bruce swung his arms loosely, took his time looking around the room to make sure no one had been skipped, then reached for the large paper bag by the desk in the front and began unloading several boxes of a board game that might look familiar to some students.

"A lot of medical work is about being precise but timely," Bruce said, holding up one box. "Because what you're doing is important and you should be efficient, but doing something wrong can be worse than doing it too slowly or not at all. So, today I want you to get into small groups and play a game that balances speed and accuracy and is sort of thematically appropriate. The board is set up like a person, and the way to play is to take turns removing parts of the, uh, patient's body on the board and try not to hit the sides of the openings. It's, uh… I don't think it's quite this simple when the patients aren't metal with plastic organs, but this is what we have to work with. So… find a partner or two and come get a box and you can play Operation for the rest of class."

That was it, right? There was nothing else he needed to say? Bruce glanced around the classroom again to see if anyone looked like they were expecting more information, and then, relieved to be done, took a seat at his desk.

"Oh, and – talk to me if you have any questions," he added. "Or if you're interested in being a teaching assistant. Um. Thanks."

There. That had been… not terrible, but not easy either. He was going to be slightly on edge for the rest of class, because wow was he not cut out for this, but at the very least, now he knew that his students weren't going to revolt and kill him on his first day. Probably.

Try Not to Die!!! [Tuesday, May 14, 2013, 3rd period]

[sith_happened]

The class had been instructed to meet by the Portalocity office where they were met by a tall blond man in traditional Jedi robes and a shorter redhead about five years younger in jeans and a t-shirt.

"Hi," the younger one said. "I'm Ben Skywalker and this is my grandfather Anakin: long story if you're wondering about the age thing and you're new to Fandom. Welcome to Try Not to Die!!!"

The extra exclamation points had been his idea.

Anakin looked more serious. "It's summer time, so our classes aren't quite so...fraught with peril," he began, "but it's still not a time to let our wits and our instincts atrophy. This class will place you into unfamiliar situation and make you complete tasks in a certain amount of time, then return to a final location. It tests your ability to adapt, follow directions, and navigate through places where you might not know the languages or customs of where you are."

"But today we're starting out fairly easy," Ben assured them. "Through that portal is modern-day England, though your tasks are more medievally focused. Your job is to race as quickly and as safely through your obstacles, then make your way to the checkpoint where Granddad and I will be waiting for you."

Anakin, who watched far too much Amazing Race, intoned, "Your time starts...now!" and stepped out of their way.

Combat Tech, Tuesday Morning (1st Period)

[not_a_whiner]

"Morning," Kaidan said as soon as everyone was seated. "Welcome to Combat Tech. For those of you who haven't been in any of my classes - I'm Lieutenant Commander Kaidan Alenko. You can call me Commander or Professor Alenko, I don't care which."

That was a real range of options there, Kaidan.

"Over the next couple of weeks, we're going to be looking into the combat application of various forms of technology. Obviously Fandom isn't always the safest place to be, so if you haven't been acquainted with this kind of tech before, this is going to be a useful starter. For those of you who are, we're going to be building on your knowledge with some safer tech."

He looked around the classroom.

"This," he said, his fingers sliding over his arm and calling up a device that fit along his wrist and hand - it looked a lot like it was made of solid yellow light. "Is my omni-tool. It has a lot of non-combat applications. It's chiefly a communications and manufacturing tool. However, that means it's got its combat applications. For example, I can manufacture chilled or heated metal that can then be deployed at an enemy."

He dropped his hand away from it. "Since this is introductions week," and he was a complete, boring traditionalist, "I'd like to know your names, your classes, and your familiarity with this kind of technology. I'd also like to know what you'd like to learn to defend yourself from, if anything."