Guouli could be seen rolling his eyes at Leeroi's display. Bro seemed as emotional over stupid s**t as ever. It didn't matter. Nothing did. Idiot never seemed to get that, though. Guo came over and whispered, "Hey, soldier, you really wanna be caught crying in front of your superior? Time and place, bro."
With that, he ducked out.
Of course he would return later, leading the pack once more.
No obstacle courses greeted him, nothing excitingly dangerous. Just...piles of stuff.
He was made to understand pretty soon after. Building snowmobiles, huh. Within, what, an hour? God, that sounded 'safe'.
Obviously he was in.
Guo made his snowmobile as pointy as possible, excited to bash and gash the other competition. But he knew it wouldn't be as good as Leeroi who actually built stuff for living. If he wanted to win, he had to go fast. Real fast. So all attacks on others were mere drive-by's so then no one could slam him back Kart-style.
When he hit firsties at the end of the race, his fingers went up in a v and he grinned just so, so smugly. "Hope my dirt tasted good, bros!"
"Yooooo!" Acteon cheers Guo on, watching the other blueblood zoom through that professionally, going so fast with his wild a** death trap of a snow-mobile. That was sooo cool!
When it was their turn to go through, they half-heartedly tried to make something as cool and slick looking as what Guo's kinda looked like. They looked at their handiwork proudly. When they kicked the snowmobile to turn it on it roared loudly.... and it crashed into someone else, screeching all the while.
Leeroi was distracted by his friends having fun, and didn't notice the machine he designed start to sputter. As soon as he was down the hill, it exploded up in flames. Thankfully, he managed to dive out without too much damage to his grub scout windbreaker.
Still, he was pretty disappointed. He was supposed to be a capable engineer, but ever time he got near the equipment at this booth, he made a mess of it. Grumbling, he tried not to think about it. This booth was designed with chaos in mind, after all.
You picked what you think are the coolest looking and flashiest parts for your snowmobile, but honestly, they kinda suck. A lot. Why'd you think this even work? Well, with some perseverance and adherence to the old adage 'slow but steady wins the race,' you manage to hit the finish line in an okay-ish position.
No matter what kind of bruising this booth gave him, Dei was determined not to let it win. He'd complete every task they set out even if he ended up having to go take a rest afterward. He was just that stubborn. Unfortunately this time he was in a little over his head - mechanics was not his strong suit. Maybe he should try to talk to Tevini more, or something, to see if any of her mechanical know-how rubbed off on him.
He ended up picking out the stuff that seemed best? But what did he know?
Nothing, apparently. His snowmobile barely moved at all, but it was too late to go back and make modifications. He spent the entirety of the slow race staring blankly ahead, trying not to get too pissed off as his ride inched forward. He did make it through though, which was apparently all that really needed to happen. Ugh.
Eventually he'd succeed at one of these with flying colors.
Static You picked what you think are the coolest looking and flashiest parts for your snowmobile, but honestly, they kinda suck. A lot. Why'd you think this even work? Well, with some perseverance and adherence to the old adage 'slow but steady wins the race,' you manage to hit the finish line in an okay-ish position. +15 points
It wasn't demoralizing, but it wasn't exactly great... Static kinda worried that this was what it was going to be like in the space ships. Slow, steady, going, not much to do really. The blueblood held on tight to the steering wheel mostly just for something to do. He thought to himself that maybe it would be cool to take home one of captains. That would make today feel like less of a, well, disappointment for sure.
melancholies
JACK MY a** Your current point total: 65 Prizes you're buying: 1 plush, and 1 accessory for said plush (some sort of hat. Fuzzy winter one? Military helmet? Baseball cap? Up to you!) Point total of prizes: 15
You picked what you think are the coolest looking and flashiest parts for your snowmobile, but honestly, they kinda suck. A lot. Why'd you think this even work? Well, with some perseverance and adherence to the old adage 'slow but steady wins the race,' you manage to hit the finish line in an okay-ish position.
This... showed a pretty big gap in his education. Mihail knew next to nothing about mechanics. He glanced over his shoulder at his lusus, practically sensing the gears turning in the gator's head. He was going to have to learn about this stuff now, his slow reaction time to the problem presented to him pretty much sealed his fate there. He sighed - there was already so much stuff he was studying! Adding another subject was just going to get him all mixed up.
He should have spent less time lamenting further loss of what little free time he had and more time focusing on what parts he was choosing, because as it turned out, the ones he'd chosen were pretty damn crappy. Shoot. Still, it at least moved. Some of the other contestants had built snowmobiles that didn't even really turn on. Mihail climbed aboard his mediocre ride, and prayed it would suddenly gain a burst of speed.
It didn't.
He still finished at a reasonable place, though. Just not where he would have wanted to. Aligaa was probably forming a speech already- he took his time returning Balboa to the booth, then shuffled on back to his own. Aligaa rumbled the whole way back.
Building a warmobile sounded interesting. It had similarities to building a battle prosthetic. Flydra took her time picking out parts, unfortunately taking so long that people kept getting in the way and grabbing stuff before she could reach it. Grumbling as she was forced to use sub par pieces from a limited selection, the tealblood set up her workspace and got to building.
"Maybe this part goes here... and I can put the blades attached here..." The dynamite armor had been intriguing and she did her best to cover the machine with as much of it as possible. Would this be something she could try incorporating into her prosthetics? Not the ones she was wearing right now but rather... a certain greenblood that Scorpa had beef with.
The world around you is a blur as your snowmobile jets off from 0 to 100 and you're done with the race within seconds, having gone through every snow pile from sheer velocity. You and Private Balboa leave together to get some hot chocolate, because though you're a winner, you probably need the TLC.
Today's points: 25 Total points: 10 + 25 = 35
"Uh..." Scorpa paused at tonight's challenge. She wasn't really much of an engineer. Confused, she just started picking up what pieces looked shiny and cool, unsure of how she was going to actually attach any of it. Picking up a large gun of sorts, she secured it with a rope a little clumsily. Tacking on other blades and spikes, the yellowblood was clearly just looking to make her snowmobile look as threatening as possible, without any regard to how bulky it was becoming. The more weapons the better, right?
"Okay, here I goooooo!" Scorpa hit the gas, as well as the rope she'd used earlier. It swung loose and the large gun she'd attached fired. Literally. It was a flamethrower.
"OH s**t!" The warrior screeched as it began to help propel her forward with it's blast. Speeding through the race, it was already over by the time she'd blinked. Gasping as she landed in a snowpile, the yellowblood weakly raised an arm with a thumbs up that she was okay. It took her another few minutes to climb out of the Scorpa shaped snow angel.
You're racing down when something on your snowmobile deadass explodes and you're not sure what, but it's definitely on fire now. Like, mega fire. It's a miracle you manage to cross the finish line at all, but you do eventually, even if you're extra crispy. At least Private Balboa looks happy.
Okay this mission doesn't seem to bad! Just a bunch a junk that he needs to somehow make into a snowmobile! Not a problem.
Knetic figures these parts will all hold and give him some serious runs when it comes down to it, but checking the structural integrity didn't really seem to be on his to do list.
When a piece of his snowmobile full on explodes and sends him and the rest of his snow-failure flying, he hums a little in midair and wonders if maybe he was too overzealous. Possible a bit.
Tumbling past the finish line, face first in the snow and holding on to what once was his steering wheel, he groans and slowly looks up to see one smug Private Balboa.
Psykgi Mentha Psy could build small things, but larger things? Not so much. But hey, everything was worth a try. And she gave it one, using what little she knew about snowmobiles and robotics to put something together that she thought would work passibly because why not?
And then it exploded.
And then it exploded.
Her skin was far too hot and sooty, and her ears were ringing, and she didn't know how long she'd been there, just sitting there, staring at the flames and shaking. It was so sudden, and there had been no countdown, and the ******** tower was coming down and she had to duck and shrapnel was pelting her back and she could feel it on her scalp and all her work was gone and it was all gone oh gog...
The snow around her helped bring her back to the here and now, and she hastily slapped a smile on her face and a wry thumbs up towards Sarcel. Staggering to her feet, she busied herself with checking her injuries. She was okay, okay enough, a bit cut up and burnt but nothing really bad. Certainly, nothing she couldn't take care of away from the rest of them. There was only so long she could keep up her smile right now, and she really, really, REALLY did not want to share this with them.
She wasn't sure she trusted them.
The colors of the grub scouts booth flashed through her head and she felt herself needing -- really needing -- to go over there. Maybe catch some bugs. Maybe make some friendship bracelets, who even knew.
She made sure to pick up her next dogtag and leave for the night, and kept her smile on all the way to the first aid kit in the back of her booth.
Tsarzi Ameroc Daily Results: 51-75 = above average pass (15 points) Total Points: 45+15=60
Tsarzi fundamentally prized functionality before aesthetics. One could argue that she sure seems to have her own aesthetic and preference bias, but the point is, at the end of the day, it's more important something work than look nice. If you can build something well though, you were probably able to also make it look nice.
Tsarzi had some crafting experience, but that's more bone and pelt than metal. And she had construction and carpentry under her belt, and even a little engineering. But building the mobile from scratch was a different feat. And no blueprints. Some of the pieces she picked were of questionable quality, but they fit closer to what Tsarzi could hook together into a working mobile. not the fastest or the sturdiest, but for a first pass and no experience from scratch, she wasn't too bothered.
Everything seems to be going okay until your snowmobile literally starts to fall apart as you're driving it. Bits and pieces of whatever you've attached to it are flying off hazardously, but what really messes you up is when the front busts up and obstructs your view! You finished, but you didn't place super well. It be like that sometimes.
Lorata hadn't done much engineering work before, hadn't done any, if she was being honest, but she figured it couldn't be too hard. She'd watched Flydra work on her arm some, and she'd supervised a lot of work in the Space Tower and...well, none of that really applied here, but the difference couldn't be that much.
That confidence carried her through about halfway, amazingly, and then fell to pieces almost as quickly as the snowmobile itself. Still, she did finish. Standing from the ruined remains of her snowmobile, the seadweller walked away with her head held high, as if the chaotic finish had been just as planned.
Trevel was back for another night of activities. Building a snowmobile? Well, he had never built one but he'd been on plenty before. However, it wasn't like it was rocket science. He took his time and only picked and chose from the best materials to craft his makeshift snowmobile. When it was time to race, he did not disappoint Private Berboa, he shot off, nearly crashing into Eyzaak as he whizzed past the slower blueblood. Smirking, he gunned the handle bars, encouraging the bike to accelerate...only he kept going. Oh s**t, oh s**t!!! He hadn't realized he grabbed a piece of anti-gravitational material...however he soon figured it out as he continued sailing across the playing field. He'd eventually land...when the juice ran out. When he did land finally, he dusted himself off like he'd intended for that all along.
Eckios had noticed a small detail about the older blueblood he hadn't exactly registered the night before as he'd been busy dealing with the chaos of the sled racing from last night. She had an eyepatch on..and he could at a glance make out she had scars on her face. While he wasn't rude, nor said anything...it gave him a strange sense of confidence that maybe...just maybe he wasn't so bad overall? If she could be so cool..and have a damaged eye there was hope yet for him.
Smiling happily, the boy moved around the snowmobile rubble and began collecting items to assemble his very own snowmobile. While he had NO clue what he was doing, Eckios tacked on a what he hoped were legit snowmobile parts..a spear, along with some "armor" that was mostly a mixture of cardboard, and a few other assorted goodies. It wasn't like he knew what a proper snowmobile looked like!!!
Despite this, he ended up doing okay-ish..the thing looked like crap but at least he'd beaten Eyzaak! This made him smile as he skipped back
