Week 2.

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WEEK 2 Two people are dead. Ken Kaneki has been murdered, Reaver has been executed - and perhaps most uncomfortably, the Conductor is proud of you all for adhering to due process. (As always, by which he means that there is a process, and you all are certainly doing it.) Saturday is given to regrouping and sleep; come Sunday morning, the clock chimes the hour at seven o'clock and there are no dead bodies to be found, so it can be assumed that all of you are safe for the time being. That said, you'll be feeling a little groggy when you wake up; it seems you've regained something that you didn't realize you'd lost... However, once you've shaken that off, there are new things to be looked at; the previously closed-off area near the kitchen has been unlocked, and there's a new floor to be explored - consider it your reward for a job well done. PARTICIPANTS REMAINING: 27

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[OOC: Welcome to week two of Trustfell! Save your threads for coins and the coming week's activity check; don't forget to check in to this week's activity check and submit your memory regains as well!

The Letters and Switchboard posts are still active, for the sake of contacting the jerk who's keeping you here, to be used at your leisure!]

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[ninehundredlives]

[Well, it's time to actually do that thing she promised everyone she'd do.

Susan's a little nervous about it, honestly. She's gotten more used to having so many people around since being here, but it still seems almost outlandish that she's so apparently useful here. All the more reason to pass her skills on, she supposes. They won't need her as much then.

She'll be in the infirmary as promised in the afternoon, waiting for people to arrive for first-aid lessons.

Later that evening, once it's all over, she'll spend some time in the dining room, nursing a cup of coffee. It seems awfully late for that much caffeine, but whatever. She's an adult and she'll drink what she likes.]

infirmary

[hashtagafreakingghost]

Hello?

[Ashley's been mostly making things today, but she takes a break and drops by. As Susan had instructed on Monday night, her left sleeve is rolled up, and she's wearing her uniform skirt; it means her raw skin's visible, but well, it is healing nicely. Looks like she didn't even need to bandage it.]

Lessons still on?

[ninehundredlives]

Yes. You're the first one here.

[She gestures Ashley over - no sense in waiting around. She can show her some things now.]

Do you know anything about first aid?

[hashtagafreakingghost]

[Let's see what we got here.]

Uh... I've put on Band-Aids and Neosporin? I broke my arm when I was twelve? [A lie, it was Sam's fault-]

[ninehundredlives]

[Breaking your arm is kinda the opposite of medical experience, Ashley.]

Alright...why don't we just start with bandaging?

[hashtagafreakingghost]

[Look it felt RELEVANT okay?]

Okay, I can do that! You...wrap everything tight, right?

[ninehundredlives]

After you've cleaned it, yes. And they should be changed once they start to get wet.

[You know, with blood or gross stuff]

[hashtagafreakingghost]

I guess I should learn cleaning too, then?

[...How are they going to do this, do we have any dummies around here.]

[ninehundredlives]

[No, which is unfortunate given that a LOT of the things she wants to teach would be easier with a demonstration. Most of them honestly.]

It isn't hard. All the first-aid kits have some disinfectant - this here? Just use enough to cover the wound. The last thing we need here is someone getting an infection...

...I should mention that to Logan. [Not that he's dirty, but she wonders if germ theory was a thing in whatever year he's from]

[hashtagafreakingghost]

[Well we will just have to make due.]

Alright, disinfectants, cover wound, no gross infection... [Wait.] Why Logan? Because he's from a Medieval kingdom? Presumably?

[ninehundredlives]

I'm not sure how advanced their medicine is. People really only started sterilizing things around the 1800s, you know.

Here, do you want to know how to set up the IVs?

[hashtagafreakingghost]

Ohh. Um, sure. Am I gonna have to know how to stick needles in people...?

[ninehundredlives]

That's part of it, yes.

You don't have to if you don't want to. There's plenty of other people here.

Infirmary

[charcoalfeather]

[There's the sounds of clunking boots against the hard flooring, a clear sign of who was quickly approaching the room. Until, at last, Rakka appeared in the doorway. She stumbles from stopping so suddenly, but otherwise appears to be fine.]

Ah! I-I'm here!

[ninehundredlives]

[Susan glances up from where she was lining up some supplies. She gives a small smile upon seeing Rakka.]

Don't worry, you're not late.

[charcoalfeather]

[Ha! A smile! They were getting somewhere!]

Oh... O-okay... [Now, just let her breath a bit. and now... game face.]

I'm ready.

[ninehundredlives]

[Susan suppresses a smile. Dammit, Rakka, you're adorable.]

Okay. Let's start with something simple. Setting a bone.

[charcoalfeather]

[Adorableness aside, Rakka was set on learning during her time here. First aid seems like a good idea.]

Settling a bone?

[...Though, it sounds like she has no idea what that ascertains to.]

[ninehundredlives]

Sure. It might come in handy - I had to help the Inspector with it when we first got here.

You'll need to align it properly first. You know how you can feel a bone through the skin? Just put it back the way it was before, yeah? [If it's a clean break, anyway. But if it's not, well, not a whole lot to be done here.]

[charcoalfeather]

The Inspector...? Oh! [Oh. Oh, that's what that was. She'd noticed him having difficulty with moving for a whole week.] Mmh...

Yes, I think I understand. [Indeed, Rakka looks like she's following along so far.] So, do you need anything to do that?

[ninehundredlives]

Well, once it's aligned you need something hard and straight to bind it to, to keep it that way. There's little finger splints in here, but anything else and you'll probably just have to find something.

The bandages in here should be fine for binding.

[charcoalfeather]

Okay! [She's committing that to memory. Something larger then a finger? find a bigger stick.]

So I guess if anyone ever gets cuts or scrapes, we'll be okay if we have those bandages.

[ninehundredlives]

They ought to be enough for most normal injuries...

[The rest of it is really only for if they happen to interrupt an attempted murder, let's be real.]

Just remember to clean those before you bandage them.

[charcoalfeather]

Normal injuries... [Like getting headbutted by a piano, maybe?] Then, we should be careful.

Oh, that's right. You clean it with soap and water.

[ninehundredlives]

Mmmm-hmm. It's important to keep it from getting infected. If the water's not okay for some reason, the saline solution in the bags is good for that too.