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fandomhigh2016-10-18 07:31 am
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Culture Shock: Adjusting to Life on the Weird Side | Tuesday, Period 2
When students came into the class today, they would find Kanan looking vaguely annoyed, side-eyeing Cecil, who he'd stuck into quarantine off in the corner.
Literally. He'd even taped off the area and everything. It wasn't anything personal, except that if Cecil got him or anybody in the class sick, he'd have to deck him. It was how Kanan showed he cared.
"Stay," he said, pointing at Cecil. Not that there was much of a chance that he was going anywhere. "Stay."
Cecil glowered. His pout was mighty. And half-hidden in feathers, since he refused to come out of the cuddle huddle he was in with Foucault.
"You're awful." He could have been in bed at home cuddling his bird! He didn't have to be here being helpful!
"And you should be at the clinic, not in the classroom getting snot all over the place." Okay, it wasn't that bad. But if Kanan couldn't use hyperbole here, where could he? "But somebody doesn't trust medical professionals."
Kanan, you literally tried to stay out of medcenters out of fear that they'd, like, count your midi-chlorians or something stupid like that. Honestly.
"Of course I don't!" Cecil protested. "They love diseases! They're always going on about them. And how do I know I won't come back with something extra, and maybe missing parts or something?"
He sneezed at Foucault and got a light peck on the head for it.
"Sorry!"
Kanan just sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose before turning to the classroom with a 'see what I put up with?' look on his face.
"So, this week, we're going to talk about medicine here compared to where you come from, I guess. The clinic here is free and does everything it can to keep you healthy. But, of course, you have to go there for it to be any good. We have medcenters where I'm from that are more or less the same idea, but medicine is far more advanced there than anything I've seen on Earth so far. I mean, you don't even have bacta, here."
As if that was supposed to mean something to most of the people in the room.
"I don't believe you have it, either," Cecil said stubbornly. Mostly because Kanan had refused him any of this supposed wonder drug, and he was miserable!
"So tell us all what you have, and we can compare notes or something," Cecil said.
He sneezed again.
Kanan just shook his head, making certain he was out of the blast radius, there.
"What he said. Let's talk about how healthcare here is different from whatever you've got back home."
He wasn't wasting any of his emergency bacta on Cecil's cold, no.
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Literally. He'd even taped off the area and everything. It wasn't anything personal, except that if Cecil got him or anybody in the class sick, he'd have to deck him. It was how Kanan showed he cared.
"Stay," he said, pointing at Cecil. Not that there was much of a chance that he was going anywhere. "Stay."
Cecil glowered. His pout was mighty. And half-hidden in feathers, since he refused to come out of the cuddle huddle he was in with Foucault.
"You're awful." He could have been in bed at home cuddling his bird! He didn't have to be here being helpful!
"And you should be at the clinic, not in the classroom getting snot all over the place." Okay, it wasn't that bad. But if Kanan couldn't use hyperbole here, where could he? "But somebody doesn't trust medical professionals."
Kanan, you literally tried to stay out of medcenters out of fear that they'd, like, count your midi-chlorians or something stupid like that. Honestly.
"Of course I don't!" Cecil protested. "They love diseases! They're always going on about them. And how do I know I won't come back with something extra, and maybe missing parts or something?"
He sneezed at Foucault and got a light peck on the head for it.
"Sorry!"
Kanan just sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose before turning to the classroom with a 'see what I put up with?' look on his face.
"So, this week, we're going to talk about medicine here compared to where you come from, I guess. The clinic here is free and does everything it can to keep you healthy. But, of course, you have to go there for it to be any good. We have medcenters where I'm from that are more or less the same idea, but medicine is far more advanced there than anything I've seen on Earth so far. I mean, you don't even have bacta, here."
As if that was supposed to mean something to most of the people in the room.
"I don't believe you have it, either," Cecil said stubbornly. Mostly because Kanan had refused him any of this supposed wonder drug, and he was miserable!
"So tell us all what you have, and we can compare notes or something," Cecil said.
He sneezed again.
Kanan just shook his head, making certain he was out of the blast radius, there.
"What he said. Let's talk about how healthcare here is different from whatever you've got back home."
He wasn't wasting any of his emergency bacta on Cecil's cold, no.
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Kanan really wishes there was a reliable supply of bacta, for example.
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And he was here if any of the students wanted to talk to the roommate and co-teacher of Patient Zero over there. He knew he was probably next. That didn't mean he had to like it.
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Shannon: 8D I don't care if you're in another country and I don't care if I get free healthcare YOU ARE STILL GETTING THE QUARANTINE TAPE.
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