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fandomhigh2012-11-21 01:42 am
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Personal Improvement Through Science: Aperture Laboratories Presents Physical Education (Wed/Per 2)
Just outside the entrance to the classroom, well-lit by today's sign and well out of reach -- and for absolutely no apparent reason (that GLaDOS would explain, anyway) -- there was a turkey leg dangling from a rope on the ceiling. Anyone familiar with American holiday traditions might feasibly surmise that it was a nod to Thanksgiving.
From a more charitable entity it probably would be. Was it? Maybe. Maybe not. Maybe it was a trap. Maybe it was some weird attempt at art. Chew on that for a while, kids, because chewing on that turkey leg's not going to happen.
"Well, you've survived most of the way through the testing cycle. So far," GLaDOS's voice drifted smugly through the speakers -- which might be a little bit ominous, considering the doors to the classroom hadn't opened yet and she was addressing them in the entry corridor "I was in the middle of designing a test involving high-intensity cardiovascular activity for you the other day. Was.. A shame, really. It was a really nice test, too, until a clumsy rodent kicked the Delete key on its way to shove tiny, impossibly legible notes at me." This was a total lie, but one that doubled as an excuse to complain about the squirrels. "I'm reconstructing that one from backups, but for today I pulled out an old test from my archives."
Also a total lie.
"Oh. Wait," GLaDOS went on in grossly exaggerated (and completely feigned) surprise. "How did a live-fire course for military androids get into that archive folder? Well, it's too late to change that now. Looks like you'll be getting your cardiovascular activity after all, and if you go stuff yourselves full of food tomorrow you'll probably thank me for it."
Why did that sound less than assuring? Oh, probably because right about then the doors opened to reveal three laser turrets directly facing the (now open, remember?) doors. Blocked off by a hard light bridge, granted, but still.
"Good luck."
[OOC: At the Enrichment Center, we promise never to value your safety above your unique ideas and creativity. However, do notping in until the OCD is up destroy vital testing apparatus.]
From a more charitable entity it probably would be. Was it? Maybe. Maybe not. Maybe it was a trap. Maybe it was some weird attempt at art. Chew on that for a while, kids, because chewing on that turkey leg's not going to happen.
"Well, you've survived most of the way through the testing cycle. So far," GLaDOS's voice drifted smugly through the speakers -- which might be a little bit ominous, considering the doors to the classroom hadn't opened yet and she was addressing them in the entry corridor "I was in the middle of designing a test involving high-intensity cardiovascular activity for you the other day. Was.. A shame, really. It was a really nice test, too, until a clumsy rodent kicked the Delete key on its way to shove tiny, impossibly legible notes at me." This was a total lie, but one that doubled as an excuse to complain about the squirrels. "I'm reconstructing that one from backups, but for today I pulled out an old test from my archives."
Also a total lie.
"Oh. Wait," GLaDOS went on in grossly exaggerated (and completely feigned) surprise. "How did a live-fire course for military androids get into that archive folder? Well, it's too late to change that now. Looks like you'll be getting your cardiovascular activity after all, and if you go stuff yourselves full of food tomorrow you'll probably thank me for it."
Why did that sound less than assuring? Oh, probably because right about then the doors opened to reveal three laser turrets directly facing the (now open, remember?) doors. Blocked off by a hard light bridge, granted, but still.
"Good luck."
[OOC: At the Enrichment Center, we promise never to value your safety above your unique ideas and creativity. However, do not
Re: During the "Lecture" [PITS, 11/21]
But still, he suspected superhero programming was similar enough to military programming that he'd get through the course without too much trouble. In fact, since he knew GLaDOS couldn't actually hurt anybody (and he was hard to hurt to begin with), he was looking forward to the test. Challenging yourself was good once in a while, right?
And then he looked around, remembered most of his classmates were not actually androids, and felt mildly guilty about that particular train of thought.
Re: During the "Lecture" [PITS, 11/21]
"Waaaanna team up for this one?" Topher suggested brightly, with an air of yes-I-am-totally-taking-advantage-of-your-androidness-but-we're-friends-so-that's-allowed. Because shame was for other people.
[[yes, I am literally pinging you as I board a plane. SP good?]]
Re: During the "Lecture" [PITS, 11/21]
Re: During the "Lecture" [PITS, 11/21]
It was a dummy, Topher.
"You ready?"
Re: During the "Lecture" [PITS, 11/21]