Shop Class: [1/11]

[manofthemullet.livejournal.com]

Upon entering the classroom the students will find that it has been transformed into a laboratory, filled with various types of chemicals and electronic equipment.

What's strange is that there appears to be a locked door for each student.

"Today's assignment is situational. You have been locked inside this lab by an electronic lock on the door. The door lock itself cannot be picked by any means and you cannot removed the door by its hinges or any other physical means. There is a keypad by the door that controls the lock."

"Today your goal is to find a way to open the door using only what's in the lab and the standard shop student tool kit: A virtual swiss army knife and a roll of duct tape."

[OOC: Feel free to mod whatever you might find in the lab as long as it is not a code to the door or a set of keys. Hints for some possible solutions will be provided in one of the OCD tags below for those students who don't have a background in lockpicking or electronics.]

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Assignment: [1/11]

[manofthemullet.livejournal.com]

Work the problem...

Re: Assignment: [1/11]

[kawalsky.livejournal.com]

"Sir, before I start I have a question. Well, two. One - this place has safety protocols for everything right? Two - small explosions. Yes or no?"

Re: Assignment: [1/11]

[manofthemullet.livejournal.com]

Mac smiles. "First? It's Mac. Not Sir, Mister or Professor. I don't believe in titles. And yes, we have safety locks in place to protect students from any kind of explosions if you feel the need to use them."

Re: Assignment: [1/11]

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

"Ooh." For the first time in months, Sam was in a real lab and wasn't in a real hurry to get out.

After a few minutes of exploring for a solution, she forgot totally about getting out and sat down with a notebook and a bunch of chemicals to get some experimentation done.

Re: Assignment: [1/11]

[manofthemullet.livejournal.com]

*coughs*

"Uh, Sam? The assignment?"

Re: Assignment: [1/11]

[02maxwell.livejournal.com]

Duo thinks about the assignment for a minute. Since he can't use the lockpicking tools he usually keeps wound up in his hair, and he figures it's probably cheating if he uses the electronic lock-code breaker he keeps in his pocket, he decides the few extra minutes it'll take him to manually break the code is worth it for the good grade. Plus, it's not like there's a bomb that's going to go off if he doesn't open the door in time.

He grins.

Re: Assignment: [1/11]

[manofthemullet.livejournal.com]

[OOC: That's fine if he uses his natural abilities as long as he doesn't use the lockpicks or the code-breaker. :)]

Re: Assignment: [1/11]

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

Before John heads into his booth, he grabs several pieces of notebook paper, a a Bunsen burner, tongs, and gloves.

When the door locks behind him, he immediately plugs in the Bunsen burner and waits for the to warm up. He puts the gloves on and grabs the tongs. With the tongs, he grasps a piece of paper and holds it over the Bunsen burner. It catches quickly.

With the hand not grasping the tongs, he plies the control panel open and hovers the paper just in front of it, waiting for some kind of melting or fire alarm.

The fire alarm comes first and the door opens. Yay!

Re: Assignment: [1/11]

[manofthemullet.livejournal.com]

"Good job Crichton."

Re: Assignment: [1/11]

[death-n-binky.livejournal.com]

DEATH stands in front of the door and looks at the keypad. He is the Ultimate Reality, the Beginning and the End, the Final Destination... he is not an electrician.

He begins to randomly hit buttons with a bony finger. He may be here for a while.

Re: Assignment: [1/11]

[manofthemullet.livejournal.com]

"Death? You do have to complete the assignment before the end of class."

Re: Assignment: [1/11]

[ninja-brat.livejournal.com]

Yuffie looked at her lockpad thoughtfully. Hmmm... what shorted out electronics? She remebered one time her ice materia had come in handy for something a bit like this. But of course...she didn't have her ice materia.

She began to explore the lab, grinning when she found a bucket with dry ice in it. She used her swiss army knife to pop open the lock, then used some tongs to carry the dry ice over and dropped it into the wireing. It didn't take long for the door to pop open.

Re: Assignment: [1/11]

[suzotchka.livejournal.com]

Ivanova was sleepy. Far too many cups of coffee this morning and she was still sleepy. She stared stupidly at the lock for a long moment. This was going to take a while. She blinked and shook her head. Okay, Ivanova, focus on the problem. You can do it. Don't think about . . . sleeping. Mmm, sleep. No! Locked in a room. With . . . purple Drazi. And you're green. Green leader. Irate Drazi. Work!

She stared stupidly at the lock some more.

[[I'm tired and taking a nap. Ivanova will figure it out when I wake up.]]

Re: Assignment: [1/11]

[ex-izziebell894.livejournal.com]

Izzie bites her lip for a moment, before breaking into a grin. She loves this class.

Pulling out her duct tape, Izzie begins to form a hollow, tube-shaped recepticle. As soon as she is sure it is strong enough, Izzie reaches into her backpack for two bottles of Diet Coke and a pack of Mentos. She reasons that since her backpack is in the shop, she can use the contents of her backpack for assignment purposes.

Grabbing a sheet of loose leaf paper from her notebook, Izzie rolls it into a tube, and stacks the mentos inside the tube. Carefully, Izzie slides the paper tube into the duct tape tube, and walks over to her assigned door. She tapes the tube to the keypad by the door.

Shaking the bottles of Diet Coke, she uncaps the first bottle and dumps it into the tube, followed quickly by the second bottle. She scoots away from the door, as the tubes begin to fizz and bubble. Suddenly the mixture explodes, and the keypad sparks and then goes dead. The door gently swings open.

Izzie raises her hand and waves. "Okay, Mac, I'm done," she calls.

Re: Assignment: [1/11]

[sheltered-texan.livejournal.com]

Fred uses her knife to pry open the face plate, studying the circuits for a few minutes she walks over to the electronic equipment. The circuit wires are the standard, red, yellow, black and blue. Pulling out some splicer connectors Fred uses her swiss knife to splice the red and blue wires, pinching them for a moment she pushes the spliced ends into the connector. Doing the same to the red and yellow she then runs the a piece of copper wiring inside the length of each wires plastic encasement and waits. After a few moments she starts to hit the keys in a seemingly random pattern waiting to hear it beep back at her. Finally after hitting the same four numbered sequence several times the door opens. She smiled at Mac.

Re: Assignment: [1/11]

[soldtoarmenians]

Xander stared at the lock for... a while.¹ He was supposed to know from picking keyless-entry devices? The inconsistent memories of not-really-being-a-soldier he could call up told him that even when he had been neato-keen military guy, his solution would've been to blast the thing to smithereens if he didn't happen to know the access code. Not too likely to retire mysteriously to the NSA, was Sargeant Whoever Got His Memories Shoved Into Xander's Head One Halloween Night.

Idly, he tried punching in one of the security codes that still floated mistily around the back of his mind. 7-6-2-[*censored* - he found himself instinctively shielding the box so other people couldn't see what he was typing.]

The display lit up brightly, with 'ACCESS DENIED' in glowing red LED light. Xander rolled his eyes. "Didn't think it would work anyway; so there. But there's an army base in Sunnydale that would so totally be my bitch if they didn't change their passcodes once a week."

Xander did still remember enough that he could blow the thing up like Kawalsky -- but only if somebody handed him a couple of detonators, some fertililzer, and a can of diesel fuel. Or, you know, a neatly-primed explosive with its own built-in timer. Putting bottled chemicals together to do it was a little beyond his expertise.

Or if that swiss army knife happened to have an M-16 attached, he could blast the whole box off the wall, no problem. But the Swiss Army? Not so known for including assault weapons in their survival gear. What with the being Swiss.

He sighed and considered the little box. He couldn't unlock it, he couldn't destroy it. He could - and did - use the screwdriver attachment to remove the faceplate and check out the wiring, but if he picked the wrong one, he might -- Xander vaguely remembered this as a real issue in the escape-from-behind-enemy-lines training that he'd never actually had - send it into some kind of shutdown mode and freeze the whole system.

He tilted his head. Huh. The whole system. At once. That wouldn't give it time to jam the door, if there were no power going to it whatsoever.

Xander checked out the chemical supplies in the lab, blinked at a few of the formulas written on the bottles, and went for the only one he was sure wouldn't eat his fingers if he spilled it on himself - he filled a beaker with water.

Then he returned to the lock, and peeling off a strip of duct tape, slowly started surrounding the bottom of the keypad with it, building outwards like papier mache - but manly papier mache, because duct tape omg - until he'd built a silvery bowl around the edge of the open keypad, leaving nowhere for the water he was about to pour to go but straight into the wires.

There was a small gurgling sound as he dumped the water straight into the mess of electronics, and for a second he was worried that the wires were better insulated than he'd hoped -- then the light on the display-screen went out. The latch clicked open.

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¹ Like possibly the whole morning while his mun was stuck in the meeting from hell.

Re: Assignment: [1/11]

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia listens carefully to the assignment, trying not to look at the lab equipment around her.

At the mention of the locked door, she immediately tenses.

She pushes back her anxiety. She's in Fandom. She's not in Russia. No one is going to inject her with anything. This quickly becomes a mantra as she turns to scan the lab.

She starts shaking.

She's good at locks, usually, picking them, anyway. But Mac said the lock couldn't be picked.

She starts repeating her mantra outloud to herself as the shaking gets a little worse. She picks up a test tube of clear liquid. She has no idea what it is. Figures this assignment would come when she's only had one Chemistry class. She pours the liquid onto the lab counter and waits to see if anything melts.

It doesn't. She starts shaking more and keeps talking to herself as she pours out more and more chemicals to see what happens.

Re: Assignment: [1/11]

[pyramid-is-life.livejournal.com]

Mac is obviously crazy. Kara goes into her booth armed with her swiss army knife and duct tape. "It is way too early for this," she mutters to herself. While taking a look at the keypad, she takes out a cigar and lights it. They always helped her think better.

She stands there, puffing on her cigar and punches random numbers for a couple of minutes. You never know. Eventually, Kara gets bored and looks for other options like prying off the front of the keypad.

Pulling it out, she unfolds the knife and slips it under the space between the panel and the pad. As soon as she does, an alarm goes off and the door slides open.

She walks out with a sort of bemused expression. She expected it to be harder than that.

Re: Assignment: [1/11]

[stykera]

Stark grins at the assignment. Breaking into locked doors is always fun. Not that he's had any experience doing anything like that.

He spends a few minutes checking out the lock and the swiss army knife, then removes the faceplate from the lock. Then he turns his attention to the chemicals. He doesn't recognize a lot of them, but after a while he's mixed up a paste that he thinks will work. He smeared some on the now-exposed wiring, added a few drops of water, and waited. The paste started bubbling, the wires started melting, and the door opened.

Obviously, roaming the universe with people prone to blowing things up had provided him with some useful skills.

Re: Assignment: [1/11]

[anole-x.livejournal.com]

After a lot of tugging an pulling, Victor took a fire extinguisher and bashed in the panel. It began to spark, and in panic Victor jumped back and sprayed the mechanism with the extinguisher. An alarm sounded, and the door began to open.


[ooc: I'm just going to have to take a hand wave on this assignment, as an unforseen schedule conflict has resulted in the need to drop this class (well, once Mac responds to Victor below, that is. :)]

Open Shop/Office Hours: [1/11]

[manofthemullet.livejournal.com]

Build something or bug Mac

Re: Open Shop/Office Hours: [1/11]

[anole-x.livejournal.com]

After finding out about his scheduling snafu, Victor ran back to the Shop class to talk with Mac. "Hello?" he called, knocking on the door frame.

Hints: (cheaters!)

[manofthemullet.livejournal.com]

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OOC:

[manofthemullet.livejournal.com]

In case you have any questions of an OOC nature.