Biology

[equalsmcsquared.livejournal.com]

*When the students enter the classroom, they are greeted by independent workstations that are stocked with a covered silver dish, scalpal, latex gloves, and lab reports.*

Greetings, everyone. If you are wearing something you don't want stained, please put on an autopsy smock. They're in the bin next to the last workstation.

Today, you will be examining the cerebral cortex of pigs. Make note of any anomalies you apparently perceive--there are manuals included with the stations--and write a report. When you are finished, you may leave.

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[iwasawesome.livejournal.com]

Lilly, immediately after signing in, covers her clothes with a smock.

She examines the pig brain and writes down anything that doesn't look normal- not including the 'nasty-ass smell', which she figures is normal for pig brains. The report is decent, possibly missing a few things, but reasonably well done.

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

*signs in*

Ewwwwwww.

*puts on an autopsy smock, and starts going over the lab manual, awaiting her lab partner*

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

"Hey Cally," Elizabeth smiles, after she signs in. She pulls out a hair tie from her pocket, and yanks her hair back into a pony-tail, before grabbing a smock and heading across.

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

Hey Liz... Can't I just say "Ew"? This is so why I work with machines. They don't get squelchy and nasty on you. And you don't usually have to... *shudders and stops talking*

[ooc: And I disappear to real class now, sorry!]

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

*snickers* It's not too bad

*picks up the scapel*

[ooc: No worries. I'll most likely be around when you get back]

[mycanonhatesme]

Chloe signs in and grabs an autopsy smock. Going over the lab manual, she decides that this assignment might not be quite as bad as it sounds.

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

Callisto signs in, puts on a smock, and, since she's reasonably sure her lab partner got eaten by Sunshine, gets to work, looking entirely too happy to be wielding a scapel.

Her report, while missing a few points and obviously done by a lay-person, is written in a clear, concisely detailed manner.

[addams-daughter.livejournal.com]

Wednesday arrived with a stack of children's books, her black basket in which Hyde is lying resplendant in a tiny black bunny suit and a look of grim determination. Looking around for her lab partner, she carefully stowed the basket and the books before setting Hyde carefully on the table, well away from the edge, and tucking him carefully into a latex glove so that it can observe without getting messy.

Anyone close enough to overhear will be treated to a quiet, clinical, running commentary on what Wednesday is doing today in class, complete with a murmured reading of the manual to the egg.

[fates_jaye]

Jaye takes a seat at the workstation, looking at the pig brain. "I used to be hungry. Once upon a time."

[bluemanoncampus.livejournal.com]

After signing in, Hank promptly puts on a smock, as putrefecation gases and formaldehyde are a bitch to get out of fur, and heads over to his workstation.

After a few minutes working, he carefully notes how the pig he's working on has a third eye slightly larger olfactory center than would be normal.

[courier-gavin.livejournal.com]

Jake signs in and puts on a smock, before going to a workstation and going to work. His hands, carefully out of sight from the professor, change as he examines the pig, echoing parts of the pig's brain he wants to have a closer look at.

His report turns out to be minutely (and slightly suspiciously) detailed.

[mycanonhatesme]

(OOC: Cheater! :P)

[courier-gavin.livejournal.com]

((ooc: Just because you can't do it... *smirks*))

[mycanonhatesme]

((OOC: not fair at all! :P))

[demonbelthazor]

Belthazor slices into the pig brain with far too much enthusiasm (but exceptional skill), then writes up an adequate report that has a little too much emphasis on the gorier aspects of the assignment.

[lovelylana.livejournal.com]

Lana signs in and begins working - only a little squeamishly.

[alchemic-bean.livejournal.com]

Edward forgoes the smock and signs in, grinning the entire time. He hadn't had a chance to actually fiddle with animal body parts yet, so this was bound to be interesting. When he gets the chance, he sneaks out his little black bound notebook and makes some observations in there, along with his regular class notebook.

His report, while adequately covering the bases of the assignment, is also filled with strange minutiae and the compatability of pigs and several other animals.

[swerval_zero]

*tiny wave at Ed with the hand not holding a scalpel*

[alchemic-bean.livejournal.com]

*glances up in time to see Zero, grins and waves back*

[swerval_zero]

*Zero signs in. Having learned her lesson as far as biology class is concerned, she is wearing clothes she doesn't particularly care about. She examines the brain and writes up a detailed, fairly accurate report.*

[maias-notebook.livejournal.com]

Maia signed in and shuddered as she looked at the cortex. Closing her eyes Maia looked pale. "Oh God I think I'm going to be sick." Maia rushes out of the classroom door.

[equalsmcsquared.livejournal.com]

*Following her and making sure she's okay, Sara tells Maia she can use a model during one of the open labs to make up for today's assignment.*

[maias-notebook.livejournal.com]

Maia is bent over in the hallway catching her breath nodding. "Thank you Sara, its ok I'm ok. I'll come to the lab, I-I think its the smell. Oh God." Maia hurries back into the bathroom to vomit again.



((OOC: i had to disect a cat in highschool and did just what Maia did, I couldnt resist it *grins*))

[equalsmcsquared.livejournal.com]

[OOC: I did the same thing when I had to dissect a frog. *snerk*]

Here, take it easy. Formaldehyde can catch people off guard. Like I said, you can make up the lab with a model next week. *Said gently--Sara isn't angry.*

[maias-notebook.livejournal.com]

Maia nodded leaning slightly on Sara for support as she stood up. "Thank you. I-is it ok if I go get some air?" Maia shuddered thinking of going back into the room with that smell. Maia leaned against the wall again closing her eyes for a moment.

[12parseckessel.livejournal.com]

Han signs in, puts on a smock and gloves and goes to work. He's smelled worse, hells, he's eaten worse. His report is neatly written, but slightly garbled and seems to be saying his pig was either a telepathic genius or had no cortex at all.

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

John puts on a smock and gets to work. He's fairly blunt, as he's tired, but he makes adequate notes while checking with the manuals.

He writes a passable report, desmocks, and leaves.

He turns around, and tries to find Maia or Wednesday.