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Mac smiles as all the TA Candidates walk into the Danger ~~Room~~ Shop. He gives them an application form with the following questions:

Full Name:
LJ Handle:
Voicemail Link:
Realtime Email Address:
Will you be able to handle teaching classes for two weeks sometime in the Dec/Jan timeframe?

[OOC: reply to to this post with this information ]

He also hands out...

Reference Materials
Best site... but tends to go over allocated bandwidth:
MacGyver Site
Season One
Season Two
Season Three
Season Four
Season Five
Season Six
Season Seven

But this is good also: Click Here

phases_of_kitty? I'm giving you TA status based on your ability to handle Shi'ar technology. You'll be the technical TA.

The rest of you? One of you will be dealing with students and if you want... coming up with class ideas.

[OOC: Look below for your Try-out link. Use the reference materials above for ideas. Feel free to play around with it and try and "MacGyver your way out of the situation I'm about to put you in]

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Mac smiles. "Nice try Carter. Only the tools I gave you and what's in the room."

[OOC: Of course... some of what's in your pockets can be in the room. Just be somewhat realistic. This was also in an episode of MacGyver.]

"Darn it," she says, pouting slightly. All that prep for nothing.

She then proceeds to lay her swiss army knife, ball of twine, waterproof matches, two different colors of duct tape, phosphorescent glow sticks, a pair of wooden chopsticks, a pencil, a Classic Bic pen (found on the way to tryouts), and a small spiral bound notebook on the table outside the room.

Well... except for the chopsticks and the and the glow sticks, everything else you already have (knife and duct tape) or will be in the room.

And you forgot to mention how nice my hair looks. *deducts points*

"Thanks," she says, sighing with relief. "Those weren't the important parts, anyway."

~~I didn't want to bias the selection process. *pouts* It's looking especially fluffy today.~~

~~*Checks.* It *is* fluffy isn't it? *Replaces deducted points.* *But not because of pout.* *Really.* *Not that it looks cute or anything.* *But it does*~~

~~May I ask what brand of mousse you use? Because I know Adama's always looking for new hair products and I'd like to be able to pass the word along.~~

~~Hussy! Sure, use your feminine wiles to win over the teacher... Not Fair! ::sticks out tongue::~~

~~Feminine wiles are not considered part of the audition. Only your solution. Though compliments about my hair will sway my vote.~~

I wouldn't know a feminine wile if it batted me to the ground with its long, silky lashes and covered me in lipstick! *defensively*

Sorry... make my own using common ingredients found in any kitchen. Of course. *rolls eyes*

~~Have to go offline now. Have fun with the audition~~

Sam enters the room and takes stock of the situation. Immediately, she goes to one of the lab benches and pulls on a pair of plastic safety goggles. She also removes the loose sweatshirt so that it doesn't get acid on it and burn her by accident.

"Sulfuric acid...sulfuric acid...hmm..."

She looks at the tank and the small leak. She sees the vending machine. "Well, chocolate would work to seal the leak, but it would take around forty pounds of the stuff to do it."

She ponders sending an emergency text message to Janet and Liz to have them bring their stash down, but figures that might not be sporting.

"Acid, acid..." She sees the refrigerator, with a door torn slightly askew on its hinges. "I wonder..."

Unfortunately, on closer inspection it turns out that the door to the refrigerator has become wedged in on the open side and won't open further.

After a moment of swearing in Russian (thanks, Liz!), Sam uses the Swiss Army Knife to remove the hinges on the refrigerator, so she can open it from the opposite side.

"Ketchup packets, soy sauce packets, peanut butter, *ew*, and yes!" She pulls forth a box of odor-absorbing baking soda, triumphant.

She walks carefully over to the slowly hissing tank. "Okay, then." She sprinkles the baking soda onto the acid that has fallen onto the floor, then adds more to the leak site, neutralizing the acid as it escapes.

She then retreats to the other side of the room to watch the white foam and wait for it to subside, so she can get a mop.

She sees the broken vending machine and grabs a bag of Skittles, depositing seventy cents. She climbs up on one of the lab tables and munches as she waits (and waits) for dissipation. There's a lot of white foam.

When it looks like the leak has stopped, Sam grabs a pile of paper towels and wipes down the site of the leak. She returns to the refrigerator, unwraps an extremely ancient-looking sandwich, and begins folding the used plastic wrap into a tight, thick rectangle that is just the right size to cover the leak. She throws the sandwich in the "biohazard" bucket, then walks back over to the tank.

She rips a few strips of duct tape of equal length off the roll and sticks their ends to her arm. Then, she holds the plastic square in place against the leak and pulls off a piece of pre-torn duct tape, taking some hair with it. "Ow."

Once the first piece of duct tape is in place, she then proceeds to tape the plastic "patch" to the leak, with a series of "ow"s every time she removes a piece of tape from her arm. "Huh," she says, admiring her handiwork, "I think that worked."

She then pulls out a mop and bucket, cleans up the mess, returns her goggles to the station where she found them, puts her sweatshirt back on, and perches herself on top of the lab table, Skittles in hand, to wait for Mac.

~~And has fond, passionate daydreams about running her fingers through his soft, shiny mullet until he shows up.~~

~~Raises eyebrow at subtext. Hmmm.~~

Mac steps in.

"Good job Carter. I'll be announcing my results on Monday."

Flips a couple switches and the room goes back to normal except for the other TA's.

Sam hopped off the desk and threw out her wrapper. "Thanks, Mac. This was fun." She reloaded her pockets ~~and was mesmerized by the beautiful (and masculine) mullet.~~

~~*Blushes* Stop it! *Giggles and flops his mullet around*~~

_{[ooc: Adores this whole bit, seriously.]}

OOC: *dies* And between us? We'd probably have enough chocolate.

OOC: Ironically, on the show, Mac did use chocolate--he had a couple of bars in his pocket. However, later commentary explained that a few bars wouldn't do it and that it would take approx. 40 pounds (which is why I didn't have Sam do that).

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