fandomhigh | First Aid Event, Danger Shop, Tuesday Afternoon

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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"Um...it's magic. I can make bruises and cuts fade away, after they've been properly cleaned of course. I can also speed up the healing process for bones and help deal with fevers." Alanna didn't mention how much it would cost her to do that. "Everything else gets done the regular way though."

Dean was clearly impressed. "So, where do we go if we need you to, uh. Help out?" He'd definitely had his share of sports injuries, and having someone like Alanna around was going to be a godsend.

"I'm either in class, the gym, or my room which is 326. I'm in the clinic Friday and Saturday mornings and if all else fails? My number is 555-ALAN. Oh, and the commons, but then you might have to run around a bit." "Or you can use me as a messenger." Faithful said with a tired sigh.

Dean's eyes bugged. "Okay, uh. Talking cat," he said, stating the obvious. "Is that your, erhm. Daemon?" He remembered Lyra, his roommate, and her talking ferret-thing Pan, who was apparently her soul, and figured Alanna must have the same setup going.

"Lyra!" Alanna said randomly. "And no, he's my annoying, chattery pet." "Meow." Faithful said. "He likes to insult people." "Your hair is funny." "That's kind of dumb, even though you." "Figured I'd take a page out of your book."

Dean grinned, glad he wasn't going to have to explain the daemon-thing. He didn't even know if he could. "Yeah, that's her." He raised an eyebrow at Faithful. "What is it with people -- or, um cats -- and my hair today? If I didn't know better, I'd say it must be really awful."

"Who else insulted your hair?" Alanna asked. "And I think it's fine." Something suddenly clicked in the back of Alanna's head. "Hey, don't you have like a brother here at school?"

"The burns guy. Tommy Gavin. At least, I think it was an insult, I'm not quite sure. And no, I don't have a brother. Here or anywhere, actually. Sam Winchester looks exactly like me, though. And he has a brother named Dean. Which is also my name." He shrugged and smiled resignedly. "A great welcome to Fandom for me, lemme tell you."

"Ah, not-twins. Cool, now both the Winchesters get one." Alanna smirked. "And brains will explode. And Mr. Gavin is... rude and obnoxious."

"Yeah, I ran into Alec and thought he was the other Dean, so I can't be too hypocritical about people thinking I'm Sam." He smiled sheepishy, adding "And I just got the impression that Mr. Gavin was completely insane. But rude and obnoxious might be part of that."

"Not insane. Just has his own ideas. And yeah, there been a lot of not-twins. Like Angel and Seeley, Archie and Anders, Vala and Aeryn, Cam and John, and I'm sure there's others I just can't remember right now."

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