Shop Class: [1/11]

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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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Re: Assignment: [1/11]

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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.