First Aid Event, Danger Shop, Tuesday Afternoon

[blonde-doctor.livejournal.com]

The Danger Shop was arranged for students to practice first aid, with
workstations, CPR dummies, and a wide variety of medical supplies. Out
of a combination of fear of being known as crazy badger teacher
forever and a lack of need, Elliot hadn't engaged the computer, so --
in a novel twist -- everything in the room was real.

She stood on a platform at the front of the room with the other
instructors, waiting for all of the students to file in. When it
seemed like no one else was coming in, she started to talk, glancing
occasionally at some notecards in one hand.


"Hi, thanks for coming out. This is the big first aid shindig, or 'how
to make it through your first semester at Fandom without dying.' I am
Elliot, Dr. Reid, -- whatever -- and I am teaching biology and health
this term. We're going to introduce ourselves and give some basics,
and then there are stations for you to learn first aid techniques. And
we'll be around all afternoon for questions."

"Alanna, want to start the introductions?"


"Sure! Hello everyone, I'm Alanna Trebond and I'm a current Senior
here at Fandom. I've worked at the clinic since day one and will be at
the bruises and cuts station. Most of my experience comes from working
in military hospitals. Also? If you have any bruises, cuts, or a light
fever and don't want to go to the clinic or have a broken bone you
want to heal faster? Find me, and there's a good chance I'll be able
to heal you. So...Dr. Reid?"


"...right. I'm Dr. Reid, I'm most of the way through a residency in
internal medicine and I have plans to go into endocrinology someday.
I've been in Fandom about four months; before that, I was at a
hospital in California. I can't heal magically, but I can do most of
the fun doctor stuff, though I'm not much for cutting people open. And
I work at the clinic Mondays now, but that's still new to me."

"Peter?"


"Compared to the rest of these folks, I'm not much in this realm. I'm
Peter Pevensie. I took both Dr. Reid's courses this summer and have
some battlefield experience. Basically, I know enough to know what not
to do."

"And Mr. Gavin."


Tommy looked like he really wanted a cigarette. "Okay, listen up. My
name is Tommy Gavin, formerly FDNY, currently head of FTEC. That means
I get paid to be in charge of making sure nobody on this freak-ass
island ends up dead. Except the ones who are already dead and let's
not even get into that craptacular mess of Fandom insanity.
I've been in the middle of shit that would make you piss your pants
right now. Snow mosters, jello dragons - fucking Guilliani. So
do not try to be stupid on my watch, okay?"

He finished that off with a look that made it clear actually answering
would not be a smart move.


"Thank you Mr. Gavin." Alanna smiled at Tommy. "All right back to me
then. I know a lot of you are thinking that you're never going to need
this stuff." She smirked. "Yeah right. Last year we had zombies attack
the school, snow monsters attack the town, creepy voiceless guys try
to kill people, jello dragons, gremlin bites, and I'm sure there other
things that I'm forgetting. On top of that? There's regular students
who can't walk without bumping into furniture. So knowing a little
first aide? Just might save your life. Or your friend's life."


"Mummies," Elliot supplied. "Right, so this stuff is important. First
tool you want? Is your cell phone." She brandished hers, which was
bright green and very tiny. "If an injury's at all serious -- and you
want to assume it is -- call 911 and somebody who's trained in this
stuff will show up."

She turned to her former student.

"Pevensie, tell them what else you learned about assessing injuries."


Peter flashed a grin. "Nothing like a final paper. Once the people who
know what they're doing are on their way, you look over the scene
again to see what you can do to help or what first aid, you can
administer. Don't move anyone who seems injured at all unless they're
about to get severely hurt by staying there. Big rocks falling? Pull
them out of the way. Otherwise, leave them be until help comes. If
you're not sure how to do something, don't do it."

He looked towards Tommy to see what he wanted to add.


"Do not try to be a hero," Tommy said. "I don't care what the
Hell you were in your home town, planet, whatever the blah blah blah.
In a danger situation heroes are the stupid assholes who are in it for
their own glory. What's really needed is somebody to make sure
that your teammate - in this case your class member - makes it out of
there alive."


"All right, that's all for us. Remember to think before you do
something and there are people who are actually trained medics on this
island. Dr. Reid? Anything else to add?"


"Nope, just go forth and try things out at the stations.We'll
demonstrate techniques, and let us know if you need help. Oh -- don't
steal all of the bandages to make a mummy, they're expensive and it
itches the person you do it to."


[OOC: Post is open, but please wait for the instructors to ping in stations before replying at them.]

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Burns Station

[blonde-doctor.livejournal.com]

This station has dressings, ointment, and handouts (http://www.mayoclinic.com/health/first-aid-burns/FA00022) on the treatments of burns.

Re: Burns Station

[ladder62.livejournal.com]

Tommy was there. He was fiddling with a so-far unlit cigarette, but he was there.

Re: Burns Station

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

Burns were pretty common, too. Chad shifted through some handouts quietly.

Re: Burns Station

[ladder62.livejournal.com]

"Tip number one? Don't set yourself on fire," Tommy said.

Re: Burns Station

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

Well, Chad's plans for the evening just went up in smoke. Har har. He gave the man a nod. "And tip number two?"

Re: Burns Station

[ladder62.livejournal.com]

"Don't set anybody else on fire either. Unless it's an ex. Then it's understandable and no jury in the world would convict you."

Re: Burns Station

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

"I'm sure," Chad grunted a little. Not annoyed or disgruntled grunt, just a grunt, because that's what he did. "Three covers animals?"

Re: Burns Station

[l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com]

Billy looked at the handouts. Some of it surprised him. He was glad he'd never tried dressing one before.

Re: Burns Station

[ladder62.livejournal.com]

"Got any questions there, Captain Hook?" Tommy asked.

Re: Burns Station

[l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com]

Billy blinked. He didn't have a hook. And Captain hook had both eyes didn't he? Eh, pirate was a pirate.

"This seems pretty clear." Billy said. "I'd have thought putting water on the burn would be the way to go. good thing I never tried this."

Re: Burns Station

[ladder62.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, most people are pretty retarded when it comes to this," Tommy agreed. "'course there's those that would say that's just natural selection. Especially if they're from Jersey."

Re: Burns Station

[l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com]

"What's wrong with Jersey?" Billy asked, slightly defensive. He'd done much of his training there.

Re: Burns Station

[deanforrester.livejournal.com]

Dean grabbed a handout, a little wary of this Tommy Gavin guy. He seemed like a real piece of work. Of all the places to smoke...a burn station at a first aide course? Hopefully the guy wouldn't be lighting that cigarette anytime soon.

Re: Burns Station

[ladder62.livejournal.com]

"Something I can help you with, kid?" Tommy asked, giving him a look.

Re: Burns Station

[deanforrester.livejournal.com]

"No, I just, uh," he swallowed, definitely nervous. As much as he may not like the guy, he definitely didn't want to get on his bad side if he could help it. "I know a lot about cuts and bruises and bandages and CPR and stuff, but I've never really done burn stuff before."

Re: Burns Station

[ladder62.livejournal.com]

"Lifeguard?" Tommy guessed. "I'm guessing not Boy Scout since I don't think they allow guys with your hairdo."

Re: Burns Station

[bookyeve.livejournal.com]

Evie was very earnestly reading the handouts, and came across something that rather threw her. "I'm sorry, Mr. Gavin. I hate to bother you. But what's 911?"

Re: Burns Station

[ladder62.livejournal.com]

"I hate this God damn island," Tommy muttered. "Okay, sweetheart, do you know what a phone is?"

Re: Burns Station

[bookyeve.livejournal.com]

"Yes," Evie said, relieved to be able to answer in the affirmative, and blinking a bit at the profanity, but gamely trying to conceal her reaction. "We've had one for two years now. We're on a party line in Mayfair."

Re: Burns Station

[ladder62.livejournal.com]

"Guess that's a start, even if we are dealing with the British handicap," Tommy said. "All right, when an emergency happens, you get yourself on the phone and dial the numbers 911. That connects you to people who actually know what they're doing."

Re: Burns Station

[ktarian-wildman.livejournal.com]

Naomi stopped by the Burns station, she checked through the handouts and decided that this information was most definitely useful, especially if she would need to know how to treat burns sustained on Away Missions and stuff like that if she got into Starfleet Academy and became a Starfleet Officer like she planned to.

Re: Burns Station

[ladder62.livejournal.com]

Tommy stared at her. You'd think he'd have gotten used to this sort of thing by now.

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Re: Burns Station

[ktarian-wildman.livejournal.com]

Naomi glanced up from the burns handout that she had been going through, when she felt someone staring at her ... again, she saw one of the instructors of the First Aid course looking at her ... Tommy, if she recalled correctly, "hi," she said rather awkwardly, still not used to people staring at her

Re: Burns Station

[ladder62.livejournal.com]

Tommy rubbed his eyes tiredly. "At least you're not green. Or Canadian."

Re: Burns Station

[ktarian-wildman.livejournal.com]

Naomi blinked at the response, "I suppose ..." she wasn't entirely sure how she was meant to respond to that.