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

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."

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React to the situation icons!

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

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!

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."

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

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.

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!

Edited 2010-05-14 09:21 (UTC)

Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III

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.

Cara

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.

Wooo full on!

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

On the move, bra-head!

The man was shaking almost as much as the building was. He looked pale and his skin was cool and moist. The bandage on his side was almost soaked through with blood thanks to the gash in his side. "I'm not worried," he managed, sounding not so sure. "Piece of cake."

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.

Hawkeye had said these people weren't real, but Hiccup didn't understand how they couldn't be. He didn't know magic, and he didn't know technology, at least not this sort. So he believed it, he really did, but he didn't feel it.

"I think we'll hold off on the cake for a little while," he said, managing a smile. "Maybe some soup, a little pudding." He looked the man over carefully, didn't react to the blood soaking through the bandage, touched the man's forehead. It wasn't the first time he'd seen injuries like this. "Maybe some toast. How do you feel? I know, stupid question, but tell me anyway."

"I'm cold," the man replied. "My side hurts and I don't feel so good." He tried to swallow, looking like he was pretty light-headed. "How about you?"

It's cultural!

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

Great bedside manner there.

Kate Gregson

Can I have an NPC for the Mord'Sith, please and thank you!

Edited 2010-05-14 09:51 (UTC)

"Good, I'm good." Hiccup pulled a blanket up over the man. "You're going to be just fine. Just hang on, keep warm, and someone will be with you as soon as they can."

He turned to the orderly. "He's a 2," he said quietly, and moved on to the next cot.

On my way!

"My leg," the man breathed. His clothes were torn and bloody, but the wounds looked superficial. His leg, however, was at an angle that legs should not be at. "But they gave me some pain thingy on the way so it could all be in my head." He was pretty doped up.

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.

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