First Aid - Danger Shop, Friday, Period 5 [Week 1]

[drywitmartini.livejournal.com]

Whether the class showed up all at the same time or trickled in one by one, it didn't matter. Once they walked through the Danger Shop doors, the mood changed drastically.

The room looked exactly like the Fandom High gym, only it was littered with cots full of injured people, people attending to them and curtained off areas for surgery. More and more people were being brought in and loaded onto cots. Every so often outside there was a thunderous boom and crash as if there were explosions going off outside. The building would rock from the vibrations and the lights would dim.

Hawkeye, dressed in scrubs, stalked towards them through the chaos.



"Welcome to First Aid. We'll skip the introductions because people are dying. You're lucky - these people aren't real and you won't recognize any faces. But tomorrow they could be, and for all you know, the person you're treating could be your roommate next week or sit next to you in Chemistry class next semester. Pick a patient, find out what's wrong with them, and give them a number: 0 for beyond help and I'd better not find any of you giving anyone a 0 today, 1 for those who need immediate attention, 2 for those who need medical attention as soon as there's an opening that's not an emergency, 3 for minor injuries that can wait. Tell your orderly the number.

Then you move on to the next patient. Then the next one and the next one. The building is going to shake, you won't know what's going on outside, you won't know what's happening to your friends and loved ones. Your job right now is to work out who needs the most help using only what you know." Hawkeye looked around at them, then waved them away. "Go."


[OOC: Please check the OOC note before jumping in! | Class Info Post & Roster]

Comments

Sign In

[drywitmartini.livejournal.com]

React to the situation icons!

Re: Sign In

[abitlegless.livejournal.com]

Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III

Listen to Hawkeye

[drywitmartini.livejournal.com]

Get your bearings, figure out what's going on, listen to your instructions.

Re: Listen to Hawkeye

[abitlegless.livejournal.com]

This was bad. This was really bad. Hiccup really didn't like this.

It wasn't that he'd never experienced anything like this -- regular dragon attacks, with flame and death and destruction and fighting, had been a part of his whole life until recently -- but that was at home. That had been over. He hadn't expected anything like this, not here.

He listened, intently, seriously, held his ground, eyes wide and fixed on Hawkeye, but what he really wanted was his dragon.

Re: Listen to Hawkeye

[wrongkindofsith]

If anything, Cara looked ever-so-slightly eager, this was familiar ground for her even if she was usually on the inflicting end of the injuries.

Re: Listen to Hawkeye

[vanillajello]

Yeeeah. This was going to suck.

Kate hadn't really realized how many bad memories a situation like this could dredge up. Especially when she knew it was a simulation and her panicking wouldn't actually harm anyone; that meant she had to fight it that much harder.

She knew she could keep it together, and she knew she was going to do her best, but still. This was so going to suck.

Re: Listen to Hawkeye

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

Well, this was an interesting way to start a class. It even shook Alex a moment, how real everything seemed and how this could actually happen on an island like this.

He wished for a cigarette but settled for rubbing his eyes and telling himself he could do this. Sometimes being stubborn was beneficial.

Re: Listen to Hawkeye

[youcantfollow.livejournal.com]

The boom of explosions faded out for Griff as he flashed to Sam and Consuelo and their work...he could've been standing in the desert watching them work on that boy who'd been beaten to within an inch of his life, attaching tubes and cleaning the days old wounds while...

The teacher's words brought him back fast enough, but there was no way this was going to be a course the kid could simply ignore or mope through. Luckily there was no time to waste figuring out if he wanted to deck anyone for that.

Re: Listen to Hawkeye

[life_inshadow]

Tara felt some bile rising in her throat, and clamped her hand over her mouth.

But she didn't throw up. As she paid attention, she felt her heartrate slow. She could do this. She could be okay.

Re: Listen to Hawkeye

[hasthegirlballs.livejournal.com]

There was one beat where Denise looked a little disoriented and confused as the world shifted around her.

It didn't last long.

Because if there was anything Denise was good at, it was not losing her head when things got freaky. And her expression shifted, falling somewhere between bored and clinically excited. As she listened, she radiated nothing but together.

This was going to rock.

Re: Listen to Hawkeye

[anarchist-queen.livejournal.com]

Leda was not proud of the fact that her first reaction upon entering the room was to shut down for just a second. To anyone else it probably looked like she just froze in shock horror. Then her face became an unreadable mask.

Re: Listen to Hawkeye

[icecoldfrost]

Emma took a moment to wonder if this is what the clinic had looked like while she'd been in her coma last year, and to wish her powers worked on Danger Shop constructions before bringing her mental walls up completely to keep out the reactions of her classmates, creating her own little bubble in her mind cut off from everything else.

Re: Listen to Hawkeye

[awesomebigsis.livejournal.com]

Ellie definitely needed to get her bearings. Though she did have some first aid training already, she had never been in situation like this, real or not. So yeah, she needed a moment.

Then she reminded herself that she wanted to be a doctor someday, and she might have to deal with something like this. She could do this. She kept telling herself that, at least.

Re: Listen to Hawkeye

[she-sheds.livejournal.com]

Joolushko surveyed the room, uncharacteristically silent. A scream from her certainly wouldn't add anything useful to the scene, so quiet seemed the better option. Not that she didn't want to scream. After all this was all rather horrific. But she really could be quiet when the situation required it. She just didn't often feel it was required.

Triage

[drywitmartini.livejournal.com]

Pick a cot and figure out what's wrong with your patient using only what you know. If you don't know anything, then you'll still have learned something today!

Re: Triage

[abitlegless.livejournal.com]

Hiccup moved as fast as he could, unsteady on his leg, the shaking of the building not doing anything to help his balance, and picked a cot at random.

"Hey buddy," he said, leaning over him. "You're going to be just fine. Don't worry." He had no idea if that was true, but, Hi there, I'm a student and this is my first day, so I have no idea what I'm doing, wasn't likely to inspire confidence.

Re: Triage

[wrongkindofsith]

Cara crouched by the nearest cot, looking over the man lying there. "Where does it hurt?"

Great bedside manner there.

Re: Triage

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

Alex had a mun who was all A GLEE at using his scrubs icons some more found his way over to one of the patients, trying to keep any emotion off his face before leaning down and peering at his injuries.

"Where's it hurt the worst?" he asked, tone clipped to try and make sure the patient didn't freak out on him if he heard any other emotion in there.

Re: Triage

[nothornlessrose.livejournal.com]

Cassidy was shocked about the set up of the patients... and she didn't quite understand how someone could create illusions or shadows that seemed so real. She knew that her soothing spells probably wouldn't do anything, but it was in her nature to try as she approached the first patient closest to her.

"Hi, sweetheart," she said gently. "You're going to be all right, but I need you to tell me where it hurts the most."

Re: Triage

[life_inshadow]

Tara made her uncertain way over to a cot, on which a gray haired woman lay with her eyes closed. Gingerly, she surveyed the form to see if she could spot any blood.

"How are you feeling?" she asked softly, with a wan imitation of what was meant to be a comforting smile. She couldn't tell if the woman was awake or not.

Re: Triage

[hasthegirlballs.livejournal.com]

So Denise did not in fact have, like, full knowledge of all things medical. But she did own a lot of almanacs, and she did have kind of a passing interest in things related to scabs, and...

"So, on the downside, that arm looks like it's history. I give you eighty-twenty we're going to chop that baby off like a rotten tomato," she said, miming chopping before adding, "On the upside, that bruise on your noggin probably isn't a case of flesh-eating bacteria, so, y'know, in some way you're coming out ahead."

... no bedside manners whatsoever.

The orderly got a 'one', for what it was worth.

End of Class

[drywitmartini.livejournal.com]

Hawkeye was over at the controls and the program ended. While it was only an hour, there was no telling how it had actually felt for everyone in the room. It might have seemed like forever or gone by quickly. The patients and gym disappeared and they were in the empty Danger Shop.

"We'll do the same thing at the end of the workshop's run," Hawkeye explained. "Maybe you'll be able to do more. Not every week will be as intense, but I wanted you to see what tomorrow could be like here. I'm not a strict teacher. I don't take attendance, I encourage cheating and I accept no discipline in my classroom. We'll have some fun, but you might want to learn what I'll try to teach you so you can use it some day. Class dismissed."

Talk to Hawkeye

[drywitmartini.livejournal.com]

Now that the trauma was out of the way, Hawkeye lingered in case anyone needed to talk to him.

Re: Talk to Hawkeye

[abitlegless.livejournal.com]

Hiccup made his way over to Hawkeye, limping a little because his leg was sore, and looking a little disturbed. "How aren't they real?" he asked. "They looked real and they felt real and they sounded real. They even smelled real." It was bothering him and he looked at Hawkeye expectantly.

Talk to the TA

[drywitmartini.livejournal.com]

Once she pings in. And once she knows she's the TA. Paperwork can be a pain. No, the skeleton in the icon is not your TA.

Re: Talk to the TA

[notyourpawn.livejournal.com]

Alice was not a skeleton. She was, however, more pale than her usual. She was trying to look composed nonetheless.

OOC

[drywitmartini.livejournal.com]

Okay! Bit full-on to start off with. Things to note:
* These are generic NPCs ranging from freshman age to adults. You won't find any familiar faces here.
* You can work solo or together
* Either mod your patient (assuming wounds from an invasion including explosions. They totally don't have to be gory. Go with your comfort zone.) or flag me down in this OOC thread for an NPCing this morning or tonight - most of the US afternoon I will be asleep!
* Then tell the orderly shadowing your character the number of the patient and move on to the next one
* If you want to wave/call Hawkeye over during the chaos, I'll be reading all the comments, so just do it IC and I'll be there in a flash!
* If your character needs to leave, that's okay too! If you want Hawkeye to react, come ping into the Talk to Hawkeye thread.
* The rest of the classes won't be so Serious Business!

Re: OOC

[abitlegless.livejournal.com]

Wooo full on!

May I have an NPC please? Over thisaway (http://community.livejournal.com/fandomhigh/2469950.html?thread=160433982#t160433982)!