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fandomhigh2006-05-05 04:04 pm
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Driver's Ed, May 5th, Period 1
The Danger Shop is set up to look like the parking lot outside a certain museum. Complete with T-Rex statue. As Tommy stares up at it, he rolls his eyes. He should have gotten someone from the school to help program these scenarios instead of writing Hayley. She had a weird sense of humour.
"Okay class, today's your final." He waves to the Jeep (of course it's the Jeep) parked outside the museum. He hands each of them a list of tasks (shoulder checks, paralell parking, staying at the speed limit). "You'll note that each thing on your list is worth a certain number of points. For each task you don't do correctly, those points will be removed from a score of 100."
[ooc: please mod yourselves completing the first, oh, few minutes of the test. there's something planned to happen after that.
zomg, tired now, going to bed. will pick up threads t'morrow afternoon after i get home from work.]
"Okay class, today's your final." He waves to the Jeep (of course it's the Jeep) parked outside the museum. He hands each of them a list of tasks (shoulder checks, paralell parking, staying at the speed limit). "You'll note that each thing on your list is worth a certain number of points. For each task you don't do correctly, those points will be removed from a score of 100."
[ooc: please mod yourselves completing the first, oh, few minutes of the test. there's something planned to happen after that.
zomg, tired now, going to bed. will pick up threads t'morrow afternoon after i get home from work.]
Re: Drive!
Re: Drive!
But now is a very, very bad time for him to suddenly remember -- OMG WTF OPEN ROOF.
Hey, for somebody who's never driven 120MPH before, he's doing a pretty decent job of not swerving off the road.
If only barely.
"Dude, what the frak, Doctor O?" he yells. "Um. Giant toothy thing? I think I drove your cousin a couple classes ago!"
That might not have been the best thing to say.
Re: Drive!
Re: Drive!
Too bad he's headed for a completely open stretch of road, too.
Re: Drive!
Re: Drive!
Also hyperventilating. Which isn't helping, considering it looks like the T-Rex is gaining on him, and he's really, really, really trying not to think about that "Objects in The Mirror May Be Closer Than They Appear" printed on the side mirror.
Re: Drive!
Re: Drive!
Anders's tires squeal as he takes a hard left at the intersection he barely noticed in time, and he goes off the road and into the grass.
Which appears to be muddy and bogging down his tires.
"Aw, frak," grumbles Anders, watching the needle on the speedometer drop steadily. "All I need now is to fall into a frakkin' sinkhole or something."
Well, it would get him away from the T-Rex . . .