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Morals and Loyalty: How to Live Under the Current Regime Without Sacrificing Your Integrity, Tuesday
As with the previous weeks of class, the students would walk into a traditional classroom with wooden desks arranged in neat rows. Prof Tomoe and Warren waited quietly at the front of the room for the students to enter and take their assigned seats. Prof Tomoe kept rubbing at his right eye, for some reason.
"Last week," Warren began without preamble the moment the students looked as though they had settled in, "we spoke about what to do in case you run into somebody on the wrong side of the law whose life happens to be in danger. If any of you were paying attention in that class, you might have even passed the pop quiz we sprang on you at the end of the day. Your marks will be back to you next week, once Professor Tomoe and I have a chance to go over them. This week, we're going to tackle a new topic, and discuss just what to do if a certain species of the local wildlife bites one of your friends, causing them to attempt to break the rules laid out for us by Dolores Umbridge while they're under the influence."
Coming from the terrifying blue-skinned man with the razor wings who used to be a member of the resistance, this would probably be pretty rich. The gremlins generally took one look at him, and then backed away very, very slowly.
Prof Tomoe unrolled a wall chart showing an illustrated diagram of both the front and back views of a gremlin. He pointed towards its mouth. "The gremlin. It's known to possess a neurotoxin in its saliva that can incite temporary insanity in anyone it bites, with results ranging from mild nausea to full blown psychosis. Whatever the symptoms, almost every bite results in the victim engaging in dangerous activities that violates school rules." He looked out towards the class and gave the students a sympathetic smile. "The best course of action is to try to avoid them entirely, so as to not unintentionally become a delinquent."
He suddenly straightened with a jerk and threw his arms out wide. "Which would result in glorious destructive chaos!" He started to let out a maniacal laugh before collapsing forwards with a cry of pain. He stood there, hands clenched over his eyes, for a few seconds before straightening and regaining composure as though nothing had happened. "Any questions?"
Warren looked around the room, and then pressed on.
"Today, we're going to be attempting to give you some practical experience for dealing with a bite victim. You'll break into pairs, and you'll be given some sort of hallucination that one of you will have to act out. The other, then, will step in and attempt to keep the bite victim from breaking any of the laws around here. It might seem like a ridiculous task, but trust me, your friends will thank you for this later. And remember, no physical contact of any sort. If you get your friend to stand down until the venom wears off, you'll have to do it with wits and words and nothing else."
"Last week," Warren began without preamble the moment the students looked as though they had settled in, "we spoke about what to do in case you run into somebody on the wrong side of the law whose life happens to be in danger. If any of you were paying attention in that class, you might have even passed the pop quiz we sprang on you at the end of the day. Your marks will be back to you next week, once Professor Tomoe and I have a chance to go over them. This week, we're going to tackle a new topic, and discuss just what to do if a certain species of the local wildlife bites one of your friends, causing them to attempt to break the rules laid out for us by Dolores Umbridge while they're under the influence."
Coming from the terrifying blue-skinned man with the razor wings who used to be a member of the resistance, this would probably be pretty rich. The gremlins generally took one look at him, and then backed away very, very slowly.
Prof Tomoe unrolled a wall chart showing an illustrated diagram of both the front and back views of a gremlin. He pointed towards its mouth. "The gremlin. It's known to possess a neurotoxin in its saliva that can incite temporary insanity in anyone it bites, with results ranging from mild nausea to full blown psychosis. Whatever the symptoms, almost every bite results in the victim engaging in dangerous activities that violates school rules." He looked out towards the class and gave the students a sympathetic smile. "The best course of action is to try to avoid them entirely, so as to not unintentionally become a delinquent."
He suddenly straightened with a jerk and threw his arms out wide. "Which would result in glorious destructive chaos!" He started to let out a maniacal laugh before collapsing forwards with a cry of pain. He stood there, hands clenched over his eyes, for a few seconds before straightening and regaining composure as though nothing had happened. "Any questions?"
Warren looked around the room, and then pressed on.
"Today, we're going to be attempting to give you some practical experience for dealing with a bite victim. You'll break into pairs, and you'll be given some sort of hallucination that one of you will have to act out. The other, then, will step in and attempt to keep the bite victim from breaking any of the laws around here. It might seem like a ridiculous task, but trust me, your friends will thank you for this later. And remember, no physical contact of any sort. If you get your friend to stand down until the venom wears off, you'll have to do it with wits and words and nothing else."
OOC