http://manofthemullet.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] manofthemullet.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fandomhigh2006-05-01 09:34 am
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Shop Class 5/01

"Good morning kids and welcome to your final exam," Mac says sadly. "Before we get started I just wanted to say that you kids were great this semester. You make it easy and enjoyable to be a teacher."

Mac pulls out his remote and fiddles with it a bit and the class room rearranges itself so that there are multiple walk-in safes for everyone to use.

"Your exam today is that you will be tied up and placed in a safe which you will need to break out of. The safes are currently under construction so inside you will find various cleaning solutions and a toolbox. Nothing in the toolbox alone will get you out of the safe, but a combination of tools or chemicals should help you find a way out. If you want you can team up with someone or go it alone. Or even handwave it."

"Finally I'd like to say this is my final class here at Fandom High. I've had a blast teaching everyone and I wish you luck in the years to come."
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Re: Exam: [5/1]

[personal profile] nadiathesaint 2006-05-01 03:22 pm (UTC)(link)
Right. So. Nadia is tied up in a locked safe and has to escape. It can obviously be done, or Mac wouldn't have assigned it unless he just wanted to shut her up, she just had to figure out how.

Couldn't be that hard. Let's see, what would Perth Tristow do?

Have some funky gadget with a laser attachment in her pocket so she could cut a hole in the safe wall.

Right. AKA wasn't going to help.

First thing's first, and that's the ropes. Fortunately, her leatherman (which is totally in her back pocket) does have a blade made to cut through rope.

Ow

If she can just stop accidentally stabbing herself with it.
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Re: Exam: [5/1]

[personal profile] nadiathesaint 2006-05-01 04:30 pm (UTC)(link)
The ropes finally taken care of, Nadia focused on the door. A quick inventory of the supplies in the safe told her that, yep, she had absolutely no idea how to use those things to make her escape.

Luckily, her leatherman had a blow torch on it.

Thank you, Blair.

She switched it onto the highest setting and aimed it at about where the lock should be on the door, and hoped it wouldn't run out of fluid.

So, of course, it did.

Dammit.

She started sifting through the chemicals for something properly flamable to fill it with.
nadiathesaint: (trust me)

Re: Exam: [5/1]

[personal profile] nadiathesaint 2006-05-01 04:44 pm (UTC)(link)
Nadia was testing the flammability of the chemicals by lighting them on fire. This went okay until she poured out a bit of something that did light and started a small fire.

Her kingdom for a fire extinguisher.

Fire extinguisher.

Fire extinguisher!

AKA could help her!

Nadia found a fire extinguisher, put out the small chemical fire, then aimed it at the hinges on the safe and used the bottom of it as a hammer to knock the hinges off, just like Perth did to get the vents open in that episode where she had to save her evil boss and evil coworkers at the evil pretend-CIA by disarming the evil C4 traps.

The door to the safe fell off.

Yay!
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Re: Exam: [5/1]

[personal profile] nadiathesaint 2006-05-01 04:58 pm (UTC)(link)
[ooc: She's been successful in every activity this semester, though sometimes it took her awhile. And she wore her crown ALL DAY and was regal ALL DAY and Mac said if they did that, they got an A for the course.

Give my girl an A!]
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Re: Exam: [5/1]

[personal profile] nadiathesaint 2006-05-01 05:16 pm (UTC)(link)
[ooc: Now!]
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Re: Exam: [5/1]

[personal profile] nadiathesaint 2006-05-01 05:26 pm (UTC)(link)
[ooc: Please! *sticks tongue out at you*]

Re: Exam: [5/1]

[identity profile] oatmanspatient.livejournal.com 2006-05-01 05:42 pm (UTC)(link)
[ooc: That's better. Now without the tongue.]
nadiathesaint: (Default)

Re: Exam: [5/1]

[personal profile] nadiathesaint 2006-05-01 06:19 pm (UTC)(link)
[ooc: nope, the tongue is compulsory. Sorry.]