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Personal Improvement Through Science: Aperture Laboratories Presents Physical Education (Wed/Per. 2)
The locker rooms and the entry corridor should be familiar enough by now, right? Even if the sign beside the door to the classroom test chamber had a new combination of symbols and numbers on it?

The room setup was fairly straightforward this week: sure, the far wall was terraced like a set of scale-challenged bleachers, but the dimensions ought to be familiar to anyone who'd set foot on a basketball court. Slight problem: there weren't any baskets to be seen. A large button on each side of the floor, with a dotted line of lights that led up to a square panel at basketball headboard height, sure, but no actual visible baskets. Also notable: a button at about midcourt bext to a bench-height ledge by the near wall, its line of lights leading to a Vital Apparatus Vent in the center of the ceiling. On either side of that Vital Apparatus Vent was an angled ceiling panel facing one of the headboard-height panels.
. . . hmm.
"I was beginning to wonder if you'd ever show up," GLaDOS told the class. (She hadn't been.) "This next test will combine problem-solving skills with a cooperative exercise in hand-eye coordination. For those of you unfamiliar with the rules of basketball, let me give you a quick summary."
And cue five seconds of high-pitched, super-high-speed gibberish. GLaDOS was helpful like that.
"You have until the end of the period. Good luck." Good luck? With figuring out where the basketball was, for starters. "Oh, and since this test involves use of the 1500-Megawatt Heavy Duty Super-Colliding Super Button, don't hang around too long after class. We're not actually testing for results of prolonged exposure to the button this week."
Oh, good.
[OOC:Wait for the OCD, or you don't get a Companion Cube of your very own. OCD is up, but you'd only have to incinerate your Companion Cube at the end of the test anyway, so you don't really want one.]

The room setup was fairly straightforward this week: sure, the far wall was terraced like a set of scale-challenged bleachers, but the dimensions ought to be familiar to anyone who'd set foot on a basketball court. Slight problem: there weren't any baskets to be seen. A large button on each side of the floor, with a dotted line of lights that led up to a square panel at basketball headboard height, sure, but no actual visible baskets. Also notable: a button at about midcourt bext to a bench-height ledge by the near wall, its line of lights leading to a Vital Apparatus Vent in the center of the ceiling. On either side of that Vital Apparatus Vent was an angled ceiling panel facing one of the headboard-height panels.
. . . hmm.
"I was beginning to wonder if you'd ever show up," GLaDOS told the class. (She hadn't been.) "This next test will combine problem-solving skills with a cooperative exercise in hand-eye coordination. For those of you unfamiliar with the rules of basketball, let me give you a quick summary."
And cue five seconds of high-pitched, super-high-speed gibberish. GLaDOS was helpful like that.
"You have until the end of the period. Good luck." Good luck? With figuring out where the basketball was, for starters. "Oh, and since this test involves use of the 1500-Megawatt Heavy Duty Super-Colliding Super Button, don't hang around too long after class. We're not actually testing for results of prolonged exposure to the button this week."
Oh, good.
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