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[theyregooddogs]

Who: John + Students
Where: Library
When: Day 71, Morning

[If you forgot or you're new, there was a Dissonance-wide reminder the night before about first aid classes with John.

So, bright and early, there are tables collected together again in the library with a projector set-up. Today, John is teaching about blood loss. The lecture is dull, detailed, and pedantic as the last one with no interruptions allowed. At the end, there will be a number of gruesome images of wounds with John brutally quizzing everyone on how to treat them. No answer seems complete enough to satisfy but the class is dismissed after roughly two hours.

Well, what now? Bug the teacher, talk with classmates? Go the hell back to sleep?]

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Comments

[theyregooddogs]

[after twenty minutes, eventually slowing down and coughing, the hands on his knees kind, but moving to walk after a beat]

How, how far . . . ?

[probably clocked 5km]

[shutthefoxup]

[Slowing down to a walk, starting their cool down]

About three miles! Not bad at all.

[theyregooddogs]

[hand up, stop, then switching to a thumbs up, heard that... keeps walking]

[shutthefoxup]

[Offers a waterbottle, before checking his own pulse]

[theyregooddogs]

[taking it ... and resisting the urge to pour it over his head, just drinking]

Slow . . .

[shutthefoxup]

It's not amazing, but it's not bad. It wouldn't be hard to improve your time.

[theyregooddogs]

No, it wouldn't. But that requires a time investment. Not that useful with what everyone else brings to the table.

[shutthefoxup]

Up to you.

[theyregooddogs]

I'm sticking to maintenance.

[hm]

Thanks for, ah, timing, though.

[shutthefoxup]

Ah...yeah, of course.

[theyregooddogs]

Mm. Going to head back now.

[shutthefoxup]

Ah, thanks for the lesson.

[theyregooddogs]

Sure.

Take notes from the start, next time.