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A quiz was something he was far more comfortable with than an obstacle course, and with good reason. Elium wasn't afraid of answer bubbles and vague wording, but fire and overly touchy-feely bombs were a different matter entirely. On the plus side, his run through that was over, and now, another trial had come up.

The plague eater settled into his cubicle with only minimal fidgeting, tugging slightly at his collar out of habit as he got comfortable. So far, everything was alright--and then all the clanging happened.
Those walls were suddenly a lot less friendly.

Drawing his eyes away from the weaponry and down to the first section, Elium picked up his penstrictor with a small sigh, eying the title warily. So this was on the history of Halloween, was it? Alright, he could deal with this. He scanned the questions, a look of confusion flickering across his mask as he realized something was off. A code or something--? Why were those questions like that...?
He did alright enough, he figured; even with the small setback provided by the code, Elium was confident enough with his answers. On to the second section, then.

Math.
The sudden bursts of blood were enough to put him off, but the strange language on the paper did everything in. He tried his best to fill in as many questions as he could understand, but it wasn't that long before he grew frustrated. Just what were these characters trying to say? He focused on a few lines, toying with the words idly--and that was his first mistake. Elium only had a few seconds to reflect on the odd burning sensation that built swiftly behind his eyes before it got to a breaking point, causing his vision to cut out abruptly as something flowed down his face, leaking out of the vents in his mask as he writhed in his seat, a few muffled sounds of pain audible. What was he supposed to do now? That wasn't what was on his mind at the moment, no, but he'd start wondering that in a little while. For the time being, he banged his fist on the desk, his gauntlet producing a satisfying thunk as it dented the surface. The undead would be more concerned about the test if he wasn't hurting so much--all he could hope for was maybe a bit of first aid, as unlikely as it seemed. Dammit. This wasn't going as well as he would have assumed it would. Judging by what had happened the moment he'd gotten to this section and the screams everywhere, he wasn't the only one to get harmed; that knowledge was not reassuring in the slightest.

It took far longer than he would have liked or expected, but his vision eventually came back--and the sensation of his eyes regenerating was something he never wanted to feel again. If he were able, Elium very likely would have clawed them out himself to stop it, but--so much for that plan. Blinking down at the third section with his eyes narrowed from the light, the plague eater couldn't help but curse. Human studies? That wasn't something he was very knowledgeable in. He'd just have to give it a shot and hope it went better than the last time...
The code appeared again in this section, and Elium refused to even try reading it out. Sure, it might not be the same language as the one that melted his eyes, but he'd rather not take any chances. Filling out his answers, he moved on to the next part, gritting his teeth.

Literature of Halloween was the topic of this chunk of the test--and there was another odd language, this time clearly discernible from the code. Nope, nope, nope, not reading that aloud. Filling in his questions as quickly as he could, Elium rushed through this part of the test, clearly unsettled. He wasn't about to figure out what this bout of text would do; it certainly looked different from the first, and he severely doubted that it did the same thing. Not worth trying at all, regardless.

A quick flip through the pages revealed that he was on the last part of the quiz--good. Even if he preferred academic studies, Elium was far more than ready to get out of here. General Studies sounded far more up his alley than math, and he got to working on his answers eagerly, hoping that he'd be able to get out of here as soon as he'd filled in the last blank. His efforts were rewarded--instead of some sort of terrible eyeball-melting word, he was treated to a soft, calming glow emanating from the section of the quiz. Was it just because it was over--? He wasn't going to ask. Either way, he was done, and he wasted no time in getting up and trotting as far away from the cubicles as he could currently manage.

Sin was still in a wretched mood after the unsavory news of Demon Dorm coming in last place for the Obstacle Race. Not winning was bad enough, but coming in last battered her pride insufferably! As she approached the cubicles and saw the quiz pamphlet Sin suddenly wished she'd spent more time studying lately. She sat down and cringed at the discomfort of the chair before looking up startled at the cubicle suddenly locked on her. Sweet love of Jack wasn't the quiz threatening enough?!

She settled after a minute and took a deep breath before opening the first section.

Oh, Halloween History, no problem... Except of course that as Sun started to answer she realized some of these questions were totally bizarre and unknown to her. She felt heat at the edge of her skirt and tried to ignore it and focus on the quiz, but then she glanced down in time to see a tongue of flame lick right up her dress and start to blaze.

The expensive fabric burned rather well and Sin had to rip her dress and stamp out the fire. She looked down at her tenderized hands and cringed at her dress, what had been an elegant slit was now a leg baring jagged mess. Okay who could be expected to concentrate if set on fire?!

She moved on to Math and was proceeding rather well, despite the shooting burn pains in her hands, when she came upon what appeared to be a diary page. She re-read it hoping to find the math problem hidden within but it was just a random page of some professors diary, so strange.

Sin cringed, human world studies was the next subject and she absolutely hated it. Humans were just a source of fear with peculiar habits as far as Sin cared all that mattered was how to frighten them or kill them if they became a threat. She answered each question quickly and tersely and glared as she came to a shopping list, was this a trick question?

To Buy:
- Frogsbreath
- Bat Sprinkles
- Minipet Milk
- Eyeless Potatoes
- Scream Spinach
- Juice

After staring for awhile Sin decided to just move on to the next section, Literature! Ah finally something she could enjo-The next thing she knew a trap door had opened under her and she and her chair had been cast into a pit. With a string of curses Sin set about climbing back up, she hauled herself out and panicked at the timer hastily trying to answer questions before moving on to the next section. Damn it all!

The next section appeared to be a complete hodgepodge but Sin managed to answer most of the questions. She came to one in cooking and thanked the Err household staff for letting her play in the kitchen. A delightful aroma filled the air and made her stomach tighten with hunger. Well she was almost done then maybe she could go find food. She answered the last question and turned in, now she desperately needed a change of clothes and a meal.

A quiz. Ok, she could do this. She wasn't a straight As student but As and Bs were good right? Right.

Meixiang was feeling pumped until she approached the desk with all it's...contraptions. Oh Jack what was this? The ghoul wrung her hands as she slipped into her seat, staring down at the pieces of paper and pencil in front of her. Glancing side to side and swallowing hard.

No pressure.

The first section was pretty easy. Though that code was a bit tricky. Mei had a pretty decent grasp on the history of Halloween. Who wouldn't?

Next math. Yea uh, obviously not her best subject. At least hard math that was anything more than adding, subtracting, multiplying and dividing. And she even had a hard time with the multiplying and dividing if the numbers were really big. She leaned slightly to the side, trying to see if she could spy on anyone else's paper.

She felt kind of odd how easily the answers for the Human Studies section came to her. But she really didn't think anything of it. Obviously she had just been paying attention in class that day. Or something.

Lit. Ok. Wait Willy what are you doing? No never mind concentrate!

General studies. Easy enough. Although this question about cooking was making her stomach rumble. Maybe she'd get a snack after wards. That was a good goal to work towards yes.

This, right here, this quiz was what Sparrow had been waiting for.

This was his territory.

Beaming brightly, Sparrow answered questions with gusto, sweeping his quill across the paper and answering as many of the questions as he could. There were only a few he didn't know, and none that he didn't know in the Math section, which thrilled him, and when he finished the test, Sparrow was elated.

He bounced from the room feeling much better about this one than he had the last event.

Alexander folded himself into the desk, long legs unable to bend due to room restrictions, and so were instead left to stretch out in front of him, crossing at the ankles. One half rotten and one fairly low rot hand clutched at the desktop, tapping out a rhythm with index fingers, one with a skeletal tapping and the other with a dull thudding. For a long moment, the zomboil just stared down at the quiz pamphlet, the paper, and the haunted pencil, silently wondering if it could really just be so easy as taking a quiz when---

Suddenly his cubicle became armed and dangerous, with all manner of nasty weapons pointed at him. Eyebrows raised as he looked around with mismatched eyes, and he slowly began to chew on his bottom lip.

Well..okay then.

Straightening up as well as he could in his chair before hunching forward, he opened up his pamphlet and began, trying to ignore the menacing objects of mass destruction that surrounded him.

First up, Halloween History. Alexander almost laughed as he went through each question, filling in the answers. This was one of the first subjects he had helped Yin with, back when Yin had asked him to for help, at least, something he didn't do anymore. This was easy to him, and when he finished, the paper began to glow with a golden like light. Was that a good thing? He hoped so, because it gave him a warm feeling inside to see it.

Next came How2Math, and once again the zomboil flew through the answers, only using his scratch paper on a few. Once again, his page began to glow, and not a single weapon fired at him.

All was well.

Human World Studies. The zomboil sighed, face screwing up slightly. It was no secret that he hated humans, but it was also common knowledge that one should know their enemy. He had no problems with answering any of the questions, though just thinking about humans had him thinking about hunters, and thinking about hunters made him---

---Snap!

His hand had tightened too hard on his pencil, and it had broken in half, jagged edges digging into what was left of the skin on his right hand. He let out a frustrated sigh, and dropped the two halves onto his desk, reaching for another, lucky that they were in good supply.

The questions were finished and the paper began to glow, but this time Alex wasn't in the mood for good feelings.

Literature of Halloween was perhaps the easiest of all the sections he'd had to do yet. The zomboil had that part done in record time, the golden glow giving him pause only to smile in satisfaction before he moved on, his mood lightening slightly as he wiped away thoughts of hunters and got back to business.

This last section....General Studies. Most of it was easy stuff, and he jotted down answers without pause until....

He squinted at the page. What was this? Was it...written in code? He spent some time pondering it out, eyebrows furrowing. How was he supposed to know the answer when he couldn't even understand the question?

At that point he just...sort of guessed. When nothing happened, he figured he must have done okay, but when the section didn't glow as all the others had done well...

He was actually fairly disappointed with himself, even if he had answered everything else perfectly. He dropped his pencil and rubbed at his eyes with the heels of his hands, hoping that his failure at absolute perfection didn't ruin his teams chances of winning.

Tybalt squirmed in his seat. Why did they have to do a quiz as one of the challenges? He hated tests! Worse--he was horribly BAD at writing them. He always froze and him mind usually went blank. He was doomed. DOOMED.

However, shortly after starting the test, something dropped, hitting the black dog over the head and knocking him out for the majority of the first section. By the time he finally regained consciousness, one of the papers was stuck to his face and he has just enough time to scribble in a few answers.

The next section was worse. If there was anything the black dog hated more than writing a test, was writing a math test. How evil could they really be? Making them write a test, in these circumstances, and with a whole dorm counting on you to get it right. If the black dog could sweat, he would be.

Tybalt made it through the first few pages, but something was strange about the next... wait. This was--

"This isn't math!" he hissed out in surprise. Fortunately low enough that no one even heard him. Was this one of those blessings in disguise?

The next section seemed to have a similar issue. Rather than a page of human studies, Tybalt found himself staring at a shopping list. A Halloween one at that. Seriously? Who was responsible for handing these out anyways?

This was getting ridiculous.

With a low grumble, the black dog moved onto the second last section and almost groaned. Poetry? Really? He wasn't in to poetry nor was he particularly good at it. Who cares if roses were red and violets were blue. They were just some jacking flowers right? But since the rest of the dorm was counting on him to at least try and write this test, Tybalt gave it his best shot and when he was done, the section began to glow a bright orange. Better yet, nothing bad happened. Did that mean he did well?

The final section... he wasn't so lucky. In fact, he was jacking bleeding out. What the hell? When did that even happen? And of course, it had to happen during a first aid question too. Of course. Talk about irony. But worse, not only did he have absolutely no idea how to answer it, he also had to treat his own injury, because it looked like the staff weren't going to intervene. Lovely.

With another irritable growl, pressed his one hand firmly against the wound, while he used the other to answer the question as best as he could. It was just a guess. But he supposed a guess was better than leaving it blank, right?

Eira made it to her cubicle and had to stay there until she was finished. Loud noises made it hard to concentrate, but she wanted to hurry up and get done. "Alright first page....." Was this something from a cook book? She circled a few of the ingredients hoping they would be the right answers.

The little ghost felt a pair of eyes on her and her test paper. Looking up it was literally just a monsters eyes watching. Looking around to see if there was an administrators around to catch the student, when there wasn't she flicked them away.

She was diligently working when something shot her to the wall, pinning her there. "A HARPOON!? What in the world?" Luckily her ribbons were still free to move. Instead of helping her, they really just doodled all over her paper.

Eventually the harpoon faded away and Eira slide down the wall and crawled back to her chair. Time passing by and danger as ways lurking she continued. Some of the questions are in code, but they weren't too hard to figure out.

Feeling good again she was on the last section of the test.... then tree bark. What was this even for.... She wrote out 'go ghosts, haha demons' and then continued to finish up her test.

Trisha sat at the table and was quite surprised when suddenly something fell on her head. She hadn't even gotten a chance to write her name down.

She woke to the trap door beneath her opening up and spent a bit of time trying to crawl back up. Was this really a test?

The managed to make her way to the paper trying to catch up on lost ground. But someone kept squirting her with a squirt gun. Stop it Willy! She scowled at him ready to give him a piece of her mind, or hoof.

Literature. Now this was easy. She smiled enjoying reading her poems and writing down about how the words reminded her of meadows and flower. Pretty good, right?

Unfortunately the lit section was the only one that she really got a chance to answer as her desk decided to eat her. She kicked the thing a few times trying to wrestle it down into cooperation.