Challenge Five
 

OOC: Unless otherwise indicated, your character's response and answers should be roleplayed and posted in this thread rather than PMed to the round host.

The Department of Magical Transportation
Hosted by: AmbiguouslyMe

Christian stood in front of the room, three easels covered in fabric next to him. Wand in his right hand, he stood with his hands clasped together in front of him.

“In an emergency,” he began, “any number of things that you do every day could go horribly, horribly wrong.” Those who knew Christian Trumbull knew him to be a light-hearted, rather upbeat man, but at the moment, he was anything but.

“Apparition requires concentration… concentration that may be lacking if one is attempting to escape a dangerous situation. The possibilities for splinching increase exponentially when one is in distress. Today we’ll talk a little bit about what to do with a splinching injury in an emergency. We’ll assume that you’re coming upon an emergency, and not that it is yourself that was splinched.”

Christian flicked his wand and the fabric flew away from the first display.

SPOILER!!: Display 1

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“The first thing you have to do, after you make sure the area is safe, is get all the information. Where did the victim come from? Was this their intended destination? What was left behind? Is it safe to go retrieve it?” Christian moved closer to the display, tapping the picture with his wand. “You’ll also want to find out if you need to call in any others. Like Obliviators. Accidental muggle side-alongs can get... messy.”

“Clearly, you cannot ask anything if the person is not responsive, so, move on to the next step.”

Moving to the second display, Christian again flicked his wand, removing the fabric.

SPOILER!!: Display 2

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“Next, you’ll want to assess the injuries. You can do this visually while you’re asking questions, especially if when you arrived they needed immediate attention. Don’t let anyone bleed to death simply because you didn’t get their name, first.”

“Minor injuries you should be able to address without much difficulty. But know your limits. Major splinching injuries require very delicate spellwork and should be left to those trained to do so. Figure out what is missing and be able to relay those details.”

Christian moved to the last display. “Treatment. Either for stabilizing a victim until help arrives or treating the injury yourself, depending. Chances are you won’t be carrying restorative potions or dittany when you happen across an emergency, so these are all things you can do just with a wand.” Christian pulled the sheet off with his hand this time, revealing a list of healing-related spells.

SPOILER!!: Display 3

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“Your task will be to successfully treat a splinching victim. The lovely Ms. Zaster will be assisting us, but you may call her Dee.” Christian gestured over to the magical medical dummy over in the corner, chuckling softly. “She will present each of you with a unique set of circumstances.”

ooc: In order to pass on to the next level, you must interact with and treat the dummy accordingly. You will receive your key to the next level once you have have done so.

Marina turned in the key, and stepped into the next room. The last challenge had been pretty simple, though that was probably because her work as an Unspeakable ensured that she was able to state the name of the spirit, with ease. Or so she felt, at any rate.

She stood, in silence, as the Head - that of the Department of Magical Transportation, she did not know his name, unfortunately - explained the thought process behind this challenge. Splinching? Eep. That was not a nice prospect, even for someone like Marina, who had seen much more horrible stuff - for better or for worse, she could not say - before.

With a little shake of her head, she stepped up to the dummy. Dee, or whatever else it - she - was called.

Benjamin walked into the next room simultaneously with Mr. Carracio. It seems as though they were neck and neck in this thing, but when he found out it was splinching, Ben felt a little nervous. He wasn't as bad at healing charms as he was at magical creatures, but this was still trouble for him. After the presentation was over, Ben approached the dummy.

"Hello, Dee," he said to the dummy. He waited for a response. "Where did you just come from and where were you trying to go?"

Christian turned to the man who addressed him, clutching a clipboard to his chest. He was greatly troubled by what had occurred in the conference room. "Hmm? Oh, yes. Well, it may be something that you can't handle on your own, and in that case, treat me as the person you would be seeking assistance from." Christian, cast an eye toward the dummy.

"Use your best judgment."

“Yes, honey, use your best judgment,” the dummy called out to the man. One hand was pressed up against the side of her head, covering her ear.

“I tried so terribly hard to get away,” she said, her voice shaking. “Guess I didn’t manage quite well enough.”

As the woman approached, the dummy leaned against the wall and slid down, until she was seated on the ground. Pulling her knees to her chest, Dee Zaster, medical dummy, sniffled before looking up at the woman, her bottom lip trembling. It was clear that two fingers from her left hand were missing.

“Hello, sugar,” Dee said lightly, rubbing her forehead where her eyebrows were clearly missing. “I’m not quite sure how I got here. One minute I was in the park and *poof* the next minute I wasn’t.”

Well, that answered the first question. And once again didn't help in trying to avoid shadows of his past. He kneeled by her and reached out to her hand, though didn't touch it quite yet. "Let me see that while we talk, okay? Where were you and who were you trying to get away from?"

"Oh my," Benjamin said flicking his wand out. He did not know whether or not his patient was a muggle or not so he showed her his wand. "Do you know what this is? Do you know what apparating is?" Whether she did or not would answer his question. Before she answered benjamin quickly flicked his wand hoping that her eyebrows would grow back. And thankfully, they did. Her reaction to that might answer whether or not she would be a muggle.

Thing did not look too good, here. It was clear, though, that the 'patient' had suffered no damage, save for the two splinched fingers and, of course, emotional exhaustion. Maybe trauma.

Since the area was as safe as it could be, Marina decided she would start with the questions. "Could you tell me who you are - where you are from, and where you were headed to?" The question had a double purpose: not only to see where Dee could possibly have left her two fingers, but also to gather whether Dee was a witch, or a muggle who had been accidentally grabbed by, say, someone in a panic.

Then she could gauge if an obliviator or healer was needed - well, a healer, probably. Not an obliviator, given that Marina was excellent with memory charms, having worked as an obliviator, before.

Ronan Cavanaugh walked through the next door with the assistance of the key in his right hand and looked to see that this challenge was run by Christian Trumbull, a friend of his wife’s.

‘Well this should turn out to be really interesting.’ He thought as he listened to what the elderly gentleman had to say in regards to splinching and what the challenge would be about. Ronan cringed at the thought of losing various body parts while apparating, but it was a necessary mode of transportation in a hurry.

Looking over to the dummy as she spoke, the young man clenched his jaw looking at her various injuries. It appeared that she would need medical attention for her apparently missing ear, and it also looked like she was missing a few fingers. The least of her injuries seemed to be the hair of her eyebrows and he walked over to the medical dummy, listening also to what she had to say.

As Ronan approached her he noted that she probably couldn’t go back to the scene because she had left in such a hurry. Being in that emotional state of distress was probably why she lost some appendages.

‘The park…’ he thought and then went to go ask his first question to Ms. Zaster.

“Excuse me miss, but were there many Muggles at the park when you were there? I’m just wondering if we’ll need to send Obliviators to the scene of the crime.” Ronan asked smiling politely to the dummy.

"Oh! Just a second there, Ronan!" Christian held his hand up, having taken a break from taking notes on each employee's performance. "Unique circumstances for each person."

Christian flicked his wand at the dummy Ronan would be working on.

Ronan felt his face flush as he realized his mistake and stepped back from the dummy, his hands in his pockets as he waited for his own dummy to go before him.

Dee nodded shakily as she pulled her hand away from the side of her head. Her hand was sticky with what appeared to be strawberry syrup, which was also stuck in her hair over where her ear [/i]should[/i] have been.

Holding her hand in front of her face, Dee’s voice shook. “I-I-I sp-splinched m-my ear.” She did not register the man’s question other than to say, “Ch-chasing me. Street. H-here.”

“Well, lovey, that there looks like a stick. Polished, funny. Why are you holding a stick?” Dee looked at the man, head tilted to the side, still rubbing at her missing eyebrows, though she pulled her hand away in shock as she felt hair there again.

“That’s a funny word, too. Are you alright? Maybe you hit your head when…” she paused and chewed on her thumb. “When whatever happened to me, happened.” She rubbed her arm, then, where it was sore.



Dee sat against the wall, staring at the ceiling. Her shirt was torn at the shoulder, but it wasn’t apparent whether there was any damage underneath.

She shifted uncomfortably as the man approached.


“I’m Dee, Dee Zaster, miss. Who are you?” The dummy narrowed her eyes at the woman, suspiciously.

Waving the hand missing two fingers, she spoke dismissively. “I won’t tell you anything until I know who you are.”

Dee froze as Christian waved his wand, shaking as she shifted into a new set of circumstances. As the bottom part of her left leg vanished, she feel to the ground, sprawling.

Turning her head to face Ronan, she winced. “Well, don’t just stand there. Lady could use a cushion or something.”

Muggle... Benjamin thought to himself. After the eyebrow grew back. He turned to the round leader. "Hey! We need obliviators over here to get rid of her memory. She's a muggle."

He then looked at the arm she was rubbing. "Did somebody grab you?" He asked.

Oh, great. Now she had a dummy who was suspicious of her, to take care of. With an inward sigh - not an outward one - Marina gave Dee a little nod. "Marina Effron," she said, in what she hoped was a voice that could gain some trust. "I work for the Ministry." She was not going to say which Ministry, not until she had more information from this woman -- err, dummy.

"If you co-operate with me, we could get somewhere." Her voice was gentle, as she bent down, to sit next to Dee. "You need help, Miss Zaster." She was here, to provide that help - if only Dee would co-operate.

Dee squinted her eyes shut, and so was not aware that the eyebrows continued to grow until they grew down past her eyes.

“There was arguing. And fireworks. I went outside to yell at them and they both…” Dee paused, mouth open in a little ‘o’ of surprise. “They both had funny sticks like yours!”

Dee opened her eyes, then, to make an additional point when she noticed the hair in front of her eyes.

“AHHHH!”

Dee sniffed haughtily. “I don’t require any assistance from the ministry, Miss Effron.” She was unaware that she was missing two fingers, however.

“But if you must know, I was attempting to apparate away from a muggle who was chasing me, I can only imagine, for my jewels.” Dee gestured with the injured hand, again, pointing to her neck which was devoid of any such item.

“She was.. waiting for me,” Dee said, still shaky, but calming down. “When I saw her, I ran. I just… ran.”

She turned her face to the man. “Thank you,” she said softly. “I turned into an alley not too far from the Leaky Cauldron and tried to apparate to the ministry entrance so I could go to the aurors. I..”

Dee looked around. “Where did I end up?”

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Christian watched as Dee's eyebrows grew exponentially. In any other situation, he may have chuckled. But the disappearances troubled him, greatly.

He looked down at the clipboard and back up at the man. "See if she can describe them before we alter her memory. We have a statute breach."

"Oh, and I'm open to suggestions as to what alternate memory we can give her."

Ben freaked out a little when he realized his hair spell didn't stop. This is why I'm not a healer. He slashed his wand cutting them back to normal size. He was actually surprised that she hasn't freaked out as much as she did about everything going on.

Fireworks, eh? Duel. "And then one of them grabbed you?" It was the only way she could have apparated. "Also, what was the specific park you were at? And what authority did you have to yell at them?"

"Yes, I know she has to describe them. I was just saying, we will need them eventually." Her arm was hurting and there was a duel. He needed more information.

"How bout a charity event and she got lost? We could lead her back to muggle London and tell her it was over and she should probably head home"

As the medical dummy changed for him, Ronan staggered back at the sight of her missing leg.

'Well don't just stand there. Lady could use a cushion or something.'

The young man unholstered his wand and transfigured a chair for the woman to sit down on. He moved towards her to offer help towards the chair and to make her comfortable before asking any questions.

Marina resisted the urge to raise a brow -- this, this truly was a challenge. She had no idea how she could possibly complete it, if Dee would be this difficult, to talk to. But, that said, there was also what her mother always said about stubborn children - "They don't have to want a bath, to be given one, when they're dirty."

Which was exactly the principle she was going to follow, right now. "Get comfortable," she said firmly, using her wand to place a cushioning charm, where Dee was sitting. There. Now the dummy could be more comfortable, whether she wanted it or not. Then she flicked her wand, using Tergeo to clean up Dee's rather serious wound - she had a feeling the 'woman' was not fully aware of it, yet.

That out of the way, Marina raised her head to look at the challenge host. "We need a healer," she said, politely. "Case of bone and tissue damage, I can't fully heal the injury. We also need -" She paused, slightly. "An Obliviator." Well, not really - Marina was a fine one, herself. But, given that this was a 'planned' set-up, she could not possibly go back, to where Dee had 'come from,' and alter memories, or anything. Besides, it's always best to leave such matters, to the people who are officially there, to handle it. Bottom line? The only option that her logic had left her with, right now, was to turn to the host.

She turned back to Dee. "It would help, if you could give me the exact location where you apparated from, and describe the muggle that chased you. The Ministry could help you get back your jewels, miss." There would probably be a bunch of muggles that needed memory modifications, but the muggle Dee had mentioned was, of course, be the central character. "I know you claim not to require assistance from the Ministry, but the Ministry requires your assistance, Miss Zaster."

This challenge - was tiring.