[OPEN CLASS] Ink and Blood Don't Mix (Agsil) FIN

[Kaefaux]

NAME OF CLASS: First Aid 101
PROFESSOR NAME: Professor Cricket

General information: A general overview on basic illnesses a student might run into, as well as symptoms and quick fixes to things like breaks and deep cuts while on the go!

Each student is given a dummy to work on, though they may choose to partner up in fixing it.

Mechanics:
Roll 1 20-sided dice, what you roll is what your student gets to work with...

Dice Rolls and What they Mean!

1-4 - Broken Bone
4-8 - Fever
9-12 - Heat Stroke
13-16 - Hypothermia
17-20 - Lack of Bodily Function (such as breathing, pulse, etc) - this is unnaturally so.

After this, please roll 4, 4-sided Dice. Take into account their total and any repeating numbers

Total Results and their Meaning

1-6 - You do a rather poor job patching up your dummy, you might not want to try and heal anybody anytime soon!
7-12 - You do an average job, nothing extraordinary, but passable!
12-16 - Extra good work! Your student can now heal surface wounds!, but not repair HP! This means things like cuts and bleeding that might hinder another character can be patched up!

What Repeating Numbers Mean

No Repeating Numbers - You used just the right amount of supplies, good for you! Not wasteful at all.
Repeating 1s or 2s - You didn't use enough supplies, that's rather lazy and Cricket obviously disapproves of it.
Repeating 3s or 4s - You used too many supplies and that's wasteful! Naughty! Cricket might make you earn your supply rights back in a future class!

If you work as a group, split up the dice between yourselves as evenly as possible. So if you're paired up, each person rolls a 10 sided dice and you add up the results to get your dummy!

Then you split up your 4 sided dice to work on fixing it up!


Bonus Mechanics:
For every 3 times you attempt this course, your student may add +1 to their 4d4 dice roll's total to improve how well they patched up the dummy.

YOU LOSE/FINISH THIS CLASS WHEN...

- You are finished rolling both sets of dice and rping out the results. That means you have to START OVER to try again! You may do so in the same thread or a new one if you decide to attempt again at a later date.

 

[Kaefaux]

There was a slight extra hop to her step as Agsil made her way down the halls, bee-lining for Professor Cricket's office. A First Aid class... this would be new. Healing arts weren't exactly all the rage amongst her clan. Why use them? They had their outer ink layers to use--and sand, and dirt, and random other stuff to help clot the ink that never could clot naturally. The more she thought about it, the more she wondered if traditional medicines would even work on them even if an ink dragon was willing to withdraw all of their outer layer of ink. Their ink-blood would keep flowing regardless.

At least she could learn the material to assist others. All of those she was meeting were made of flesh and blood after all. The basics of first aid would apply more readily to them without question. And wasn't that the point of first aid? To learn how to help others?

Rounding into the room, she perched at her desk and after a few minutes, the class began. She jotted down notes as needed, listening to the professor go on about various conditions and illnesses the class would cover, symptoms of some. After a bit, dummies were passed out. Agsil eyed the white figure uneasily, listening again as the professor went over the signs of heat stroke.

The dragoness had to smother a snort. Heat stroke. That one she knew. It was a condition Outsiders risked succumbing to when the visited her clan. Residing in a land of stone and sand and dry heat had a tendency to do that to a lot of creatures, after all. This would have been useful information back then.
 

[Kaefaux]

The whole point to treating someone with heat stroke was cooling them down until proper help could come along. The dummies they used had internal temperature gauges, and the point of the exercise was to actually lower the dummy's temperature. Properly.

She felt a pain of envy for the students with ice powers. Or water. It was a rare thing indeed for her to recognize the use of water powers.

The professor had given them various supplies to use in this exercise. Other students had taken some of the tubs of water to dunk their dummies in--she heard the professor explaining drowning the injured was not a goal here. Agsil had to go about other methods.

Frowning, she noted the lights above them were.... a bit warmer than usual. part of the exercise, perhaps? She fanned her wings out, using one to block the light from the dummy and give it shade. The other, she used to fan air towards her patient--though she knocked another student's papers of their desk. Oops. The dragon gave a small shrug to the boil's glares before returning her attention to the dummy. The temperature gauge was still too high. Pausing, she went to fetch some ice packs the professor had for them, grabbing as many as she could carry back to her desk. And then began sticking the packs at various points where blood flowed closest to the skin.

Armpits, groin, neck, back... she even stuck some at the dummy's wrists and forehead just to try and speed things up. Then back up went her wings, one shading, one fanning, and she checked the temperature. It was slowly going down! Bit by bit, the digits decreased. She even used some of the condensation from the packs to wet a paper towel and pat that across part's of the dummy's body.

It... it actually seemed to work! At one point, Professor Cricket came over to her desk and stated Agsil had used far too many supplies in this--uh oh. For a moment, the dragon was nervous she'd have to repeat the exercise. Which... it seemed she had to. The dragon closed her eyes, listening as the professor went over how to properly go about applying the packs. What an annoyance...
 

[Kaefaux]

Another day, another class. Claws scraped against the floor now and then, tail lashing behind as wings ruffled and shoulders rolled. Her body was stiff. It was obvious to anyone who saw the ghoul. Agsil was... not as thrilled as she'd been last time she'd come down to First Aid. She'd gotten it right last time, for Jack's sake! The professor should have given her a higher grade... but no, there she was again, moving back to perch at her desk and take out her notebook to record more of a lecture and new symptoms for that class' exercise. Her shoulders kept rolling every now and then, trying to dissipate the tension building between her wings. She wanted to fly. Wanted to vent her only real way to. It made it a tad tedious to try and focus on the lecture.

She managed. Somewhat. The professor began to talk about the specific illness they would be addressing that day.

The dragon lifted a brow at this one's. Hypothermia. And snorted. First heat stroke. Now hypothermia. She was getting the whole spectrum here, wasn't she? Was this the point? If she'd skipped this class, but came back the following day instead, would she be going in the next order? Suffocation? Dehydration? Actually the more she thought on it, the more she began to consider maybe it'd be worth it to come here a few more times. Could be highly interesting... if not a bit entertaining.

Back in the present, as before, white dummies were passed out to each student. As before, temperature gauges showed the state of the pretend patient. The dragon glared at the digits staring back at her, thinking of how she'd love to state that clearly this was a frost-aligned creature and they had no business trying to heat the jacking thing up. There were some ice-aligned creatures in the room with her. Would they approve or disapprove of what she was doing? On that note, did they see irony in trying to save someone from their own element?

She wisely kept her thoughts to herself, but as she began to work, she couldn't help but think of how annoyed Spinar might be in such a situation. At least that served to lighten her mood a tad.
 

[Kaefaux]

She'd used too many supplies again. Nearly on the level of gross overkill. It's gotten the job done, there was no question there. Agsil had considered it rebellion for Professor Cricket not giving her the pass she'd wanted last time. Smug, arms crossed below her chest and wings tucked neatly at her back, the dragon stood back to admire her work.

It'd started with getting the frozen dummy onto a mess of blankets she'd taken from the supplies the professor had provided. Next, hot water bottles were snatched up and placed alongside and on top of the dummy's torso. She needed to get that section of the body heated first--extremities just caused shock if heated too quickly against the rest of the body. The professor had covered that in the lecture and Agsil made sure to note that especially for the exercise. She didn't need any excuse to not get her pass this time. She'd then wrapped the body with the blankets beneath it, cocooning the dummy amongst the warmth and cloth. Rubbing the dummy through the blankets to cause friction and help the heating process, she checked the core temp of the thing.

Only once it was high enough did she then add more hot water bottles--this time against the dummy's arms, legs, and neck. Wrap back up. Add friction through the blankets. Perhaps she'd kept the temperature from getting too high at least, taking out the hot water bottles after a period and keeping the dummy wrapped only in the blankets.

Pleased--she might as well have been a glow bug on her ego alone--Agsil sat down in front of her desk, awaiting the professor to make her rounds and check on each student's progress. Her thoughts began to wander, again thinking of Spinar. Mainly, the jacking time he'd frozen her wings. Carefully, she eyed the hot water bottles she'd replaced after using them. Perhaps she should start keeping something similar in her dorm, for treatments after the fact... or maybe find an enchanter to make her something? Was that even possible? She gave a snort. Wouldn't that be priceless. Jacking ice demon tries to freeze her again, only for something to keep her going. That would be lovely.

After a moment, Professor Cricket came to her desk. Standing, Agsilved began explaining the process she'd used to treat the dummy. It went over well. The professor had nodded it was the right thing to do... but had clearly disapproved of how Agsil used so many supplies. Again. The dragoness didn't care. Not one little bit. Smug and proud and victorious, her tail flicked merrily behind her. She'd gotten the grade she'd wanted! The patient was safe and sound, she got her pass... all was well in the world.