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Nehas White Oak Introduction To Supernatural Hematology 241110
The classroom in the Webster Clinic's Forensics Wing served as the setting for an intriguing encounter among students, instructors, and auditors alike, centered around the subject of Supernatural Hematology. Fiona, demonstrating an eager engagement with the class without the need for traditional note-taking, expresses a peculiar interest in Eric's blood for unspecified "reasons," marking the beginning of a series of exchanges that blended academic curiosity with personal intrigue. Neha, the instructor, oversees this interaction with a mixture of professionalism and casual ease, concluding the class with an invitation for questions and offering her thanks for attendance. This environment fosters an immediate camaraderie among the participants, as evidenced by the light-hearted banter and the exchange of contact information, suggesting a melding of academic pursuit with personal connections.
As the class disperses, the dynamics among the individuals begin to reveal a deeper layer of community building within the academic setting. Eric, intrigued by Fiona's request, reciprocates with a similar request, hinting at a burgeoning partnership or project. Neha's interaction with Jill and Irene further underscores the supportive atmosphere, with discussions extending into potential collaborations and personal endeavors beyond the classroom. Irene's acknowledgment of the class's welcoming nature, especially in comparison to her previous experiences, and her offer of a potential collaboration with Fiona highlights the significance of such academic gatherings in fostering not just educational growth but also personal and professional relationships. It's within this framework of shared interests, mutual respect, and playful camaraderie that the narrative unfolds, showcasing the transformative power of scientific inquiry in bringing individuals together and forging unlikely alliances.
(Neha's [White Oak] Introduction to Supernatural Hematology)
[Sat Nov 9 2024]
In the Classroom of the Forensics Wing at Webster Clinic
The forensics classroom looks like a science laboratory mixed with a classroom. Long slate lab tables seat two students apiece while the outside of the room has long countertops with various scientific tools like beakers, burners, and other foul smelling chemicals. A skeleton stands at the front of the room on a stand alongside a rather large slate-topped desk with a scattering of items for various scientific purposes.
It is about 50F(10C) degrees.
Fiona nods as the instructor gives out information -- there's no sign she's taking any kind of notes with pencil or stylus, but the way her eyes are focused with attention makes it clear that she is taking copious mental notes. "Understood. I'll see what I can pull together before the next class." She glances aside to Eric, then, and tells him, flatly, "I need your blood. It's for reasons." A wink follows, and her eyes move to Irene, whose attention she has captured. Her head cocks at just a slight angle, and then she smiles. "Hi, I'm Fiona," she introduces herself, hand extending.
Neha doesn't even attempt to figure out all of what's going on between the deputy - who gets a leaving remark of "Nice having you here, Deputy Valentin," before she's out of earshot - and Irene and Fiona. She's just here to give homework, relaxing now that the hard part is over and leaning back comfortably against her desk. "If anyone has any questions, you're free to ask. Otherwise, class dismissed! Thank you for joining."
Eric raises his chin, rubbing a hand all interestedly as he glances between Fiona and Neha. Pleased in the end, voice mild, he raises his voice to murmur not-quite-silently, piping up, "Thank you, Doctor Pandit." He pronounces the name decently well. With a turn of the head, he glances down to Fiona, and snorts out a quiet laugh: "Sure." Then, he continues, "And I'll need yours, too."
The silent, hawk-like stare on Irene's face just magically evaporates when Fiona actually speaks to her. What blood power is that? Instead, it's replaced by a warm and sincere smile, as she extends her hand in turn to grasp the offered shake firmly. "Hi, I'm Irene. Not a student, just auditing," the thirty-something states the probably obvious. "It's nice to meet you!" Her tone is just a touch giddy, with a subtle Hispanic accent, before she turns to Neha. "Thanks so much for letting me sit in, Doctor Pandit. I loved that class, it was great."
Jill stands and beams at Neha, "Yes! Thank you for the class Doctor! That was incredibly enlightening," she says approaching with an enthusiastic out-stretched hand to shake. "It's so good to finally have another Doctor around! I was worried it was just me against the nuns and deputies."
Neha beams a smile at Irene, more sincere than any of the general teacher-y ones she'd been throwing out throughout the lesson. "I'm glad you decided to stop by after all," she tells the woman, shifting her attention away towards Jill at her approach, her hand going out to shake the other doctor's with a laugh. "I think I'll try to schedule the next class around when more students will be able to make it, but I'm thankful for those of you who showed up."
"Last class I was at, I felt like the students weren't too keen on me being there," Irene reluctantly admits to Neha, with a slightly awkward smile as she straightens up in her seat. Now that the class has been officially dismissed, she seems much more willing to converse. "But also it was different students, and it seems like your class attracts umm ... nicer people?" She glances between Eric and Fiona, flashing a smile. "A higher calibre. I'm biased though, STEM people are just better."
"We'll talk about that," Fiona says to Eric, her head turning over her shoulder to give him a playful wink, clearly not actually opposed to the idea. "I'm honestly interested to see what we might end up seeing in all of this." Then she looks back to Neha, nodding at her. "I'm sorry I missed the start, but I appreciate classes being run a lot. I'll nudge some more students to get them coming here. I know Liv and Joel are around a lot, but yeah, see when people are free." Then back to Irene, and she smiles at her genuinely, her lips soft. Her own voice is New York-afflicted, Queens for those with an ear for it. "Irene. It's good to meet you." She doesn't linger too long, but her gaze does briefly linger before her phone comes up. "My number's seven ten, eighty-one, eighty-three for whoever here might need it."
Irene looks to Fiona with some amusement at her admission, twisting her lips in a puckered smirk that suggests she's still trying to decide how spicy to be around this relative stranger. "You know what," she says to her, "I actually have a website, and I've been thinking of hiring someone to help me write up a blurb. I am ... not good with words. Do you need any work experience? I might forgive you, if so."
Jill checks her phone for a moment and then looks back at someone, "Absolutely! I'll be sure to spread the word about your class to the sorority girls. We should get some coffee sometime! For now I should go find a safe place to hide and take a nap," she pats her cheek again, "I was not exaggerating about sleepwalking." She snorts a laugh. "Until next time!"
Jill checks her phone for a moment and then looks back at Neha, "Absolutely! I'll be sure to spread the word about your class to the sorority girls. We should get some coffee sometime! For now I should go find a safe place to hide and take a nap," she pats her cheek again, "I was not exaggerating about sleepwalking." She snorts a laugh. "Until next time!"
moves over to the whiteboard to erase the name of the class upon it lest any unaware fella stumble by this part of the clinic, unlikely as it might be, and then stretches out her arms up above her head, seeming quite pleased with the conclusion of this lesson. "STEM people are just better," she agrees with Irene. There's no denying it. She quickly taps Fiona's number into her phone, just in case, and then her attention drifts over to Irene with raised eyebrows. "What sort of website?" She's not volunteering.
"Oh, yes, I would enjoy that," Neha tells Jill. "Text me when you're around, yeah? I've usually got night shift, so might be a while until our schedules line up. I should probably go to bed soon too..."
Neha moves over to the whiteboard to erase the name of the class upon it lest any unaware fella stumble by this part of the clinic, unlikely as it might be, and then stretches out her arms up above her head, seeming quite pleased with the conclusion of this lesson. "STEM people are just better," she agrees with Irene. There's no denying it. She quickly taps Fiona's number into her phone, just in case, and then her attention drifts over to Irene with raised eyebrows. "What sort of website?" She's not volunteering.
"Oh, yes, I would enjoy that," Neha tells Jill. "Text me when you're around, yeah? I've usually got night shift, so might be a while until our schedules line up. I should probably go to bed soon too..." (whoops)
Jill nods with a big smile, "I certainly will! Toodles!"
Do people still say toodles? Neha pauses to consider it for a second or three, staring after the doctor who's left, and then turns back to Irene and Fiona. "I should go write down some points before I forget them, but I'll be in the office right across from here for a little bit, in case either of you need anything." That's her cue to leave too, with a little wiggle of her fingers at the two.
Eric upturns his lips a little bit, some amusement showing even prior to his response Irene's way. "Name's Eric.. And- history major." Without quite minding this, he speaks on along, quite gladly, "It's really very nice to attend class out here.. Definitely good to meet. I hope to see more and meet more of ya'll as best I can." He watches past the departing woman, and soon considers Fiona and Irene again as his head turns to regard the women with some interest.
"Need? No. Will take? Absolutely," Fiona tells Irene easily, moving just a step or two to find a spot against the station to lean against, supporting her weight there as she looks toward the others. She nods toward Neha, not seeming ready to leave, and when she hears Eric's name, her eyes widen with recommendation, an amused, accusing finger pointing out at him. "You. I've heard of you. I know Sam."
Neha totally forgot Eric was there because it's late and she's sleepy, and didn't mean to ignore him. She is very sorry.
"I'm starting a business," Irene reveals to Neha, but then she's off, so rather than expound on what sort of business, a little wave is given, along with a warm, genuine smile. "I'll text you, Neha." Ooh, first name basis. Definitely not a student.
As the class disperses, the dynamics among the individuals begin to reveal a deeper layer of community building within the academic setting. Eric, intrigued by Fiona's request, reciprocates with a similar request, hinting at a burgeoning partnership or project. Neha's interaction with Jill and Irene further underscores the supportive atmosphere, with discussions extending into potential collaborations and personal endeavors beyond the classroom. Irene's acknowledgment of the class's welcoming nature, especially in comparison to her previous experiences, and her offer of a potential collaboration with Fiona highlights the significance of such academic gatherings in fostering not just educational growth but also personal and professional relationships. It's within this framework of shared interests, mutual respect, and playful camaraderie that the narrative unfolds, showcasing the transformative power of scientific inquiry in bringing individuals together and forging unlikely alliances.
(Neha's [White Oak] Introduction to Supernatural Hematology)
[Sat Nov 9 2024]
In the Classroom of the Forensics Wing at Webster Clinic
The forensics classroom looks like a science laboratory mixed with a classroom. Long slate lab tables seat two students apiece while the outside of the room has long countertops with various scientific tools like beakers, burners, and other foul smelling chemicals. A skeleton stands at the front of the room on a stand alongside a rather large slate-topped desk with a scattering of items for various scientific purposes.
It is about 50F(10C) degrees.
Fiona nods as the instructor gives out information -- there's no sign she's taking any kind of notes with pencil or stylus, but the way her eyes are focused with attention makes it clear that she is taking copious mental notes. "Understood. I'll see what I can pull together before the next class." She glances aside to Eric, then, and tells him, flatly, "I need your blood. It's for reasons." A wink follows, and her eyes move to Irene, whose attention she has captured. Her head cocks at just a slight angle, and then she smiles. "Hi, I'm Fiona," she introduces herself, hand extending.
Neha doesn't even attempt to figure out all of what's going on between the deputy - who gets a leaving remark of "Nice having you here, Deputy Valentin," before she's out of earshot - and Irene and Fiona. She's just here to give homework, relaxing now that the hard part is over and leaning back comfortably against her desk. "If anyone has any questions, you're free to ask. Otherwise, class dismissed! Thank you for joining."
Eric raises his chin, rubbing a hand all interestedly as he glances between Fiona and Neha. Pleased in the end, voice mild, he raises his voice to murmur not-quite-silently, piping up, "Thank you, Doctor Pandit." He pronounces the name decently well. With a turn of the head, he glances down to Fiona, and snorts out a quiet laugh: "Sure." Then, he continues, "And I'll need yours, too."
The silent, hawk-like stare on Irene's face just magically evaporates when Fiona actually speaks to her. What blood power is that? Instead, it's replaced by a warm and sincere smile, as she extends her hand in turn to grasp the offered shake firmly. "Hi, I'm Irene. Not a student, just auditing," the thirty-something states the probably obvious. "It's nice to meet you!" Her tone is just a touch giddy, with a subtle Hispanic accent, before she turns to Neha. "Thanks so much for letting me sit in, Doctor Pandit. I loved that class, it was great."
Jill stands and beams at Neha, "Yes! Thank you for the class Doctor! That was incredibly enlightening," she says approaching with an enthusiastic out-stretched hand to shake. "It's so good to finally have another Doctor around! I was worried it was just me against the nuns and deputies."
Neha beams a smile at Irene, more sincere than any of the general teacher-y ones she'd been throwing out throughout the lesson. "I'm glad you decided to stop by after all," she tells the woman, shifting her attention away towards Jill at her approach, her hand going out to shake the other doctor's with a laugh. "I think I'll try to schedule the next class around when more students will be able to make it, but I'm thankful for those of you who showed up."
"Last class I was at, I felt like the students weren't too keen on me being there," Irene reluctantly admits to Neha, with a slightly awkward smile as she straightens up in her seat. Now that the class has been officially dismissed, she seems much more willing to converse. "But also it was different students, and it seems like your class attracts umm ... nicer people?" She glances between Eric and Fiona, flashing a smile. "A higher calibre. I'm biased though, STEM people are just better."
"We'll talk about that," Fiona says to Eric, her head turning over her shoulder to give him a playful wink, clearly not actually opposed to the idea. "I'm honestly interested to see what we might end up seeing in all of this." Then she looks back to Neha, nodding at her. "I'm sorry I missed the start, but I appreciate classes being run a lot. I'll nudge some more students to get them coming here. I know Liv and Joel are around a lot, but yeah, see when people are free." Then back to Irene, and she smiles at her genuinely, her lips soft. Her own voice is New York-afflicted, Queens for those with an ear for it. "Irene. It's good to meet you." She doesn't linger too long, but her gaze does briefly linger before her phone comes up. "My number's seven ten, eighty-one, eighty-three for whoever here might need it."
Irene looks to Fiona with some amusement at her admission, twisting her lips in a puckered smirk that suggests she's still trying to decide how spicy to be around this relative stranger. "You know what," she says to her, "I actually have a website, and I've been thinking of hiring someone to help me write up a blurb. I am ... not good with words. Do you need any work experience? I might forgive you, if so."
Jill checks her phone for a moment and then looks back at someone, "Absolutely! I'll be sure to spread the word about your class to the sorority girls. We should get some coffee sometime! For now I should go find a safe place to hide and take a nap," she pats her cheek again, "I was not exaggerating about sleepwalking." She snorts a laugh. "Until next time!"
Jill checks her phone for a moment and then looks back at Neha, "Absolutely! I'll be sure to spread the word about your class to the sorority girls. We should get some coffee sometime! For now I should go find a safe place to hide and take a nap," she pats her cheek again, "I was not exaggerating about sleepwalking." She snorts a laugh. "Until next time!"
moves over to the whiteboard to erase the name of the class upon it lest any unaware fella stumble by this part of the clinic, unlikely as it might be, and then stretches out her arms up above her head, seeming quite pleased with the conclusion of this lesson. "STEM people are just better," she agrees with Irene. There's no denying it. She quickly taps Fiona's number into her phone, just in case, and then her attention drifts over to Irene with raised eyebrows. "What sort of website?" She's not volunteering.
"Oh, yes, I would enjoy that," Neha tells Jill. "Text me when you're around, yeah? I've usually got night shift, so might be a while until our schedules line up. I should probably go to bed soon too..."
Neha moves over to the whiteboard to erase the name of the class upon it lest any unaware fella stumble by this part of the clinic, unlikely as it might be, and then stretches out her arms up above her head, seeming quite pleased with the conclusion of this lesson. "STEM people are just better," she agrees with Irene. There's no denying it. She quickly taps Fiona's number into her phone, just in case, and then her attention drifts over to Irene with raised eyebrows. "What sort of website?" She's not volunteering.
"Oh, yes, I would enjoy that," Neha tells Jill. "Text me when you're around, yeah? I've usually got night shift, so might be a while until our schedules line up. I should probably go to bed soon too..." (whoops)
Jill nods with a big smile, "I certainly will! Toodles!"
Do people still say toodles? Neha pauses to consider it for a second or three, staring after the doctor who's left, and then turns back to Irene and Fiona. "I should go write down some points before I forget them, but I'll be in the office right across from here for a little bit, in case either of you need anything." That's her cue to leave too, with a little wiggle of her fingers at the two.
Eric upturns his lips a little bit, some amusement showing even prior to his response Irene's way. "Name's Eric.. And- history major." Without quite minding this, he speaks on along, quite gladly, "It's really very nice to attend class out here.. Definitely good to meet. I hope to see more and meet more of ya'll as best I can." He watches past the departing woman, and soon considers Fiona and Irene again as his head turns to regard the women with some interest.
"Need? No. Will take? Absolutely," Fiona tells Irene easily, moving just a step or two to find a spot against the station to lean against, supporting her weight there as she looks toward the others. She nods toward Neha, not seeming ready to leave, and when she hears Eric's name, her eyes widen with recommendation, an amused, accusing finger pointing out at him. "You. I've heard of you. I know Sam."
Neha totally forgot Eric was there because it's late and she's sleepy, and didn't mean to ignore him. She is very sorry.
"I'm starting a business," Irene reveals to Neha, but then she's off, so rather than expound on what sort of business, a little wave is given, along with a warm, genuine smile. "I'll text you, Neha." Ooh, first name basis. Definitely not a student.