fandomhigh | Fighting With Powers [Monday, Fourth Period]

Finals. Finally.

Though, honestly, Max had rather enjoyed this semester. Fandom weirdness aside, he'd had a good group of students, and they'd seemed to learn something? That was pretty cool.

"So you all made it through yet another semester," Max grinned at his students. "Not bad."

"And I'm sure you'll all be excited to know that I spent all weekend coming up with a suitably difficult final for all of you to demonstrate what you've learned this semester." That grin, combined with the fact that the Danger Shop was configured to look like an industrial kitchen today, was not precisely calculated to set anyone's minds at ease about Max's plans.

"This is definitely going to take until the end of the period, so if you've got any last-minute questions or comments then now is definitely the time to speak up with them.

After that was taken care of ~~assuming anyone had anything to say~~, Max rolled his shoulders back. "Okay, with that out of the way, I suppose it's time to get started. I hope you're all ready for this. You have until the end of class to..."

"Bake a cake."

"The fridges are stocked and all the appliances work. Clock's ticking, people."

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One last time

Now's your chance to ask those burning questions before the exam

Whether this is crueler or kinder than a tough exam involving running around and fighting is probably a matter open to discussion

If you like!

The need for something cracky today resulted in me throwing away an epic and complex exam post. Ah, well! The crack is totally worth it.

Alex Russo

Alex didn't really have any questions for the exam but that didn't mean she wasn't nervous about it. She didn't know what to expect and was trying to remember every spell she'd learned, since she was sure she'd need them.

The exam was to bake a cake?

Oh yeah, Alex could do this. She loved to bake! Now, the only question was if she should use her powers and if so, how much before it was considered cheating...

Stephanie Brown

Cracky things are always good in my book!

Baking a cake? Totally a piece of cake. No, don't pardon the pun. It was obligatory.

Even if Stephanie was still kind of sugared out from the weekend, she dove into the assignment with enthusiasm -- at least until she realized there was something really, really wonky with the recipe (http://e-wot.com/2010/01/the-cake-recipe-portal/) she was working from.

"Fish shaped volatile organic compounds? Sediment shaped sediment? Fiberglass surface resins, volatile malted milk impoundments, and an entry called How to Kill Someone With your Bare Hands?" That was just weird, but when she got to the three tablespoons of rhubarb on fire . . .

"WHAT?!?"

[OOC: I HAD TO. I HAD TO. I COULDN'T NOT.]

WHY DO YOU PEOPLE PERSIST IN GIVING ME THESE OPPORTUNITIES TO MAKE EVERY GRATUITOUS PORTAL REFERENCE EVER.

Max found his attention repeatedly pulled back to Miss Brown's station. Eventually he just couldn't stop himself from wandering over. "Huh," he murmured thoughtfully as he looked over her shoulder. "I'm not sure I want to know what you're doing."

IT IS POSSIBLE THAT WE DO IT ON PURPOSE BECAUSE WE KNOW THAT YOU CAN NOT RESIST! BWAHAHA!

HA!

HA!

"I'm not sure I want to know," Stephanie replied, all but literally holding the recipe out at arm's length. "This is disturbing. Can I get a do-over and a different recipe?"

Because this? NOT A HUGE SUCCESS.

Max checked his watch. "Well, you've probably got time, so sure..."

"But what are you going to do with... this?"

"And why is there green?"

"As far as gathering ingredients, I only got as far as the all-purpose flour, thank God." Stephanie indicated the stuff on the counter next to her, still staring at the recipe like she expected it to spontaneously combust, or come to life and eat her. "'cause if this kitchen is so fully stocked that I can actually find twelve medium geosynthetic membranes and a cross borehole electro-magnetic imaging rhubarb, I might just have to back away really, really, reallyreallyreally quick."

She gave him a helpless look. "This recipe has to be evil."

...

"I don't even know what those are, which I suspect means you're right."

"We should burn this."

And tell no one of its existence lest they try to recreate it in a fit of madness.

Was there an Aperture Science Emergency Intelligence Incinerator somewhere in the kitchen? No, wait, a stove would do.

"I'm fine with that idea," Stephanie decided. "I guess I can make a normal Black Forest cake instead."

"That strikes me as... a much better idea."

Much better.

Karla

Excellent! Karla had come in prepared to kick ass and take names, but this was great, too! She rolled up her sleeves (ignoring the lovely henna decorations that were still there) and got right to work.

She could totally do this!

...She was totally going to fail.

About halfway through the period, Max glanced over at Karla's station and frowned. Then he wandered over to take a closer look.

"What kind of cake is that?" he asked. Hesitantly.

"Yay." Stephanie did a weird sort of fistpump with the recipe printout. "No accidental flunking by evil cake for me?"

"Unless your next recipe is of the same caliber."

And then he was going to be worried.

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