http://manofthemullet.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] manofthemullet.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fandomhigh2006-01-11 08:36 am
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Shop Class: [1/11]

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.]

Re: Assignment: [1/11]

[identity profile] ex-izziebell894.livejournal.com 2006-01-11 10:01 pm (UTC)(link)
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.