[SF Event] Autopsy Race

[10th retro gm | paxton hayes]

Autopsy Race

A week ago, every competitor has been given a book to study about the organs of frogs, and today it's time for each of them to show the judges what they've learned. Scientists have gathered many frogs that have passed away by natural causes which are used to help those aspiring to go into the medical field, and they've volunteered to share as many that's needed for the special day. Everyone takes their places as many judges stand in the corners watching for everyone to finish with a stopwatch in their hands.

On your marks.

Get set.

Go!

The Rules
- Each competitor has their own space and their own frog
- Competitors will be scored on how quickly they can remove and name each organ
- Posts in this thread must be a minimum of 100 words long.
- You have until 23:59 PST 2nd September to participate.

The Dice
brain - [*roll range="30-180"]
heart - [*roll range="30-180"]
lungs - [*roll range="30-180"]
kidneys - [*roll range="30-180"]
stomach - [*roll range="30-180"]
liver - [*roll range="30-180"]
spleen - [*roll range="30-180"]
large intestine - [*roll range="30-180"]
small intestine - [*roll range="30-180"]
gall bladder - [*roll range="30-180"]
urinary bladder - [*roll range="30-180"]
ureter - [*roll range="30-180"]

Participants
1. Noah Blow
2. Gabriel Webster-Văduva
3. Erwin Morganstern
4. Maverick Hale
5. Flynn Garner
6. Ahmanet Oasis
More entrants welcome until the end of the event.

[admin kay]

NOAH BLOW

It had been actual ages since he'd debuted, publicly. There hadn't been much to compel him recently. In months, and years, and okay -- maybe a decade. No one spoke to him, to his core, to his soul. So he hustled and he drank and he wept. It all mattered very little, most especially the life he was living. He made his money from others entertainment. At the end of the night they went home, laughing and vibing. The next day maybe they regretted it, but always he regretted every single moment.

Life had become routine. And he hated it.

So when the sign-ups for the Science Fair were posted, Noah huffed. He muttered something dimisive. Then, after his shift, in the dead of night, he scrawled his name.

And when it came time to be presented with a dead animal, he smiled. He was bound to be terrible at the autopsy race. His time didn't matter. What mattered is: he showed up. He put on a brave face in front of an audience and let himself be seen.

"Noah Blow," one of the judges introduced him.

He waved his tiny, gleaming scapel.

And set to work.

brain - jKuwSZxbNy30-180
heart - 30-180
lungs - 30-180
kidneys - 30-180
stomach - 30-180
liver - 30-180
spleen - 30-180
large intestine - 30-180
small intestine - 30-180
gall bladder - 30-180
urinary bladder - 30-180
ureter - 30-180

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[d7m fraser birk ♚ frankel]

FLYNN GARNER

I have spent a whole semester doing this, not exactly timed, more with purpose and digging deeper to earn knowledge about anatomy. Some people might find it a little gross, hacking away at a little beast with a scalpel but I have never feared the beauty of anatomy. Would be a bit awkward with my career aspirations…

There was this one time in a class where I wore the valves of a pig’s heart as rings on my fingers.

Now I can’t show myself up by fucking up at a competition like this. There is already so much doubt about be being enrolled at the college, I have got to prove somehow that I am a little good at this. It is like a mini surgery, an emergency surgery with its own imaginary clock ticking down along with the patient’s vitals. Except this is already a dead patient, a little slimy compared to the ones I will be working on. I will take this practice…

brain - HCAXBCSCRe30-180
heart - 30-180
lungs - 30-180
kidneys - 30-180
stomach - 30-180
liver - 30-180
spleen - 30-180
large intestine - 30-180
small intestine - 30-180
gall bladder - 30-180
urinary bladder - 30-180
ureter - 30-180

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[kap]

a h m a n e t .

"what a time to be alive
what a waste of fucking time"

Dissection was nothing new to me. It's something I'd done for fun when I was bored on the streets of Six. Find a dead animal? Let's find out what's inside. Now, I never really ventured into the science-y side of it all, but figured I'd give it a shot. Maybe I was good at it. I liked to show off, so I might as well see if I could do so.

I was excited for this. A frog wasn't a new one to me, but I'd never paid too much attention to what the different organs were called. I just knew a few of the main ones, like the heart and the stomach. Those ones weren't all that hard to find, after all.

Thing is, this time, I'd be timed for what I was doing. This was a competition. I didn't just need the knowledge and the skills, but the speed as well. When it was my turn and I was introduced by the judges, there was an unfortunate lack of cheering. No one knew who I was, though, so I suppose it made sense. Maybe they'd cheer better after I won.

elegant

lyrics: "so called life" by three days grace

brain - aWhQ7diGaK30-180

heart - 30-180

lungs - 30-180

kidneys - 30-180

stomach - 30-180

liver - 30-180

spleen - 30-180

large intestine - 30-180

small intestine - 30-180

gall bladder - 30-180

urinary bladder - 30-180

ureter - 30-180

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[Tom]

K I E R A
M E R C I E R

There's no hope for me. In Six, there's a whole different aesthetic where I do not fit in quite right. Always peeking out from around the corner of their different district vibes. I can tell when there's a different tension in the air. The medical district wasn't quite what I'd envisioned for a place used to the sciences. There'd been a small part of myself that expected chaos upon every street side, but really, it was all kind of the same drab of Five. The grey clouds of a polluted airstream that resides over the large concrete buildings.

Away from home, this was a good opportunity to find someone excited. Days spent reading novels where the guy gets the girl; none of it prepared me for this trip. Sure, there were pretty girls all over, but how could I stop my hands from shaking or awkwardly turning away with words caught in my throat. Life truly was a difficult existence. The books made flirting and talking so much easier than it actually was. My lips let out a breath of air as I know where I've found myself.

The reason I got to even come to this Science fair. The autopsy race was presented to me during my studies. A poster left on my desk as if there was a question to be left in the air. Knowing my parents, the poster was their doing. Back in Five, I was quick with my tools. Hours spent with my nose in medical books would do that. I really hated the feeling of being unable to help every sing person. A test of my skills before me. Hopefully, I won't fail. Is that the timer! Shit! Time to move.

brain - t3uhy8A4PN30-180
heart - 30-180
lungs - 30-180
kidneys - 30-180
stomach - 30-180
liver - 30-180
spleen - 30-180
large intestine - 30-180
small intestine - 30-180
gall bladder - 30-180
urinary bladder - 30-180
ureter - 30-180

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[[ retro gm ] angel lí ✨]

tea berenstein;

I wasn't all that interested in science. Never have been. Probably never will be. But I saw an Autopsy Race listed and, slightly disgusted, asked for more information. Turns out it's all fine motor skills: cutting, threading, placing, fastening, sewing.

Sewing?!

So that was a dead-given. Took Mom and Dad some convincing but Dad begrudgingly agreed to go with me if I promised to pick up extra chores for the rest of the year. A done deal! Suddenly I was District Three's Number One Science Girl, boarding the train with my sewing kit that only had to be searched twice by Keepers. Dad had to explain the fabric scissors and the needles a half-dozen times to raised eyebrows but eventually they let me on with the small ones.

I'm sitting here, staring at the corpse of a dead frog and - look, I might throw up this morning's breakfast from the stench alone. Dad looks at me queasily from the crowd, like my entire face has turned as green as this poor creature's upside, but he gives me a supportive thumbs up anyway. I'm here to sew, right? Just pretend it's fabric. Nice and easy. Yeah.

Pinch my nose, hold my breath - just sew. It's what I'm best at!

Wait, what the fuck is a gall bladder- oh shit!

brain - JU4ert|La|30-180
heart - 30-180
lungs - 30-180
kidneys - 30-180
stomach - 30-180
liver - 30-180
spleen - 30-180
large intestine - 30-180
small intestine - 30-180
gall bladder - 30-180
urinary bladder - 30-180
ureter - 30-180

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[10th retro gm | paxton hayes]

In first place with a total of 1,108 seconds - Kiera Mercier [3 SF bonus points]
In second placed with a total of 1,161 seconds - Flynn Garner [2 SF bonus points]
In third place with a total of 1,171 seconds - Tea Berenstein [1 SF bonus point]


Ahmanet Oasis - 1,304 seconds
Noah Blow - 1,399 seconds