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Lumikki stared at the test, she was sure this would be easier then the obstacle course. Staring at the five section quiz Lumi really hoped all her studies back home would help out here.

The first section which was Halloween History just looked like a complete and utter failure. And when her nose started twitching at the smell of burning fur it just got worse. Why of all days did today need to be a day when she got set on fire, there was NO way she could concentrate on this section.

As soon as the whole being on fire stopped being too much of a distraction Lumi focused on the test again. Math..she didn't like math but she was actually pretty good at it. Finishing the portion and feeling mighty proud of herself she looked at the orangeish glow and shrugged before going on to the next section.

Human world studies...blinking, no one said anything about DETH being part of this quiz...she hadn't actually taken any of those studies to heart. But that was okay because the floor decided she didn't really need to take this section of the quiz as she found herself falling through the floor.

"...for once I'm okay with this..."

She mumbled as she slowly climbed out. Scrambling up to her desk finally she looked down, Literature of Halloween...where was Julian when she needed him. Frowning she couldn't make out the words at all, should she dare read them out...shaking her head she just decides to pick whatever answers look possibly and move on. This test was already giving her a head ache.

Feeling a little unsure about the fourth section she was delighted to see she only had one section left. General studies. Smiling happily as she looked at the questions they seemed almost too easy breezing through them she looked down the paper sat there basking in a glow that just seemed to radiate perfection. That was nice that it was done. Handing it in she decided if nothing else she might give Julian an update just to see how he was doing.

Why did Jory sign up for this?

Was he secretly a masochist?

Maybe..

He stared forlornly down at his stack of papers, lower lip caught between his teeth. This was not his idea of a good time..

The mechanical whirl and clink of things moving around him had him tensing, poised on the edge of his seat as if ready to bolt, but everything had stopped, and unease, though hard to ignore, was not quite a valid enough excuse for bailing on the test and the rest of his dorm. Whom.. he was not as of yet all that loyal too, but didn't particularly want to alienate.

Once he got into it, Jory discovered that it really wasn't as bad as he was expecting. Granted, he didn't know half the s**t on the test, but some of his neighbor's did, and it was proving at least marginally fruitful to peek at the papers around him.

But only marginally.

Not until the fifth and final section did the monster boil really hit any sort of stride, and by test taking standards it really wasn't much of one. At least he knew the answers to some of these questions. The ones not in code..

Why were they in code?

The remainder of the test time was spent searching his packet and desk for some sort of key, but there was nothing.

Eventually he got up and wandered off.

Ah, finally a test, an observation report to share with his fellow peers his discoveries in the wonderful, brave world of science! Zero began immediately to do this -

- When his paper suddenly burst into flames. Some of the flames began to spread onto his lab coat. He paused for a second to consider what this all meant, as he was unsure whether or not this was part of the experiment process itself. It wasn't until he realized his notebook was also on fire that he decided to do something about it, which was namely to roll around until some gnomes finally took pity on him, doused him, and gave him what he thought was another of the same sheet of paper. There he would begin writing with gusto pouring his (already dead) heart into the paper to show the vast, incredible knowledge of observation he was bestowed with-

- When he came across a strange word. He read it out loud. "Hoomus." Instead of Humans coming to perform for him, thanks to the mistake, instead, a giant bowl of Haunted Hummus appeared from nowhere, and began to do an interpretative dance with a bunch of Scary Nacho Chips. He wasn't too sure what to make of this and wrote undefined variable on his sheet.

The next part involved thankfully one-thousand percent less Hoomus, though it seemed the more he wrote, the bigger the paper got. This was very unusual, and not conductive to the scientific environment at all. The most he wrote for this part was a giant dot.

It wasn't until he got the last part - the ghost dog still wondering what the Hoomus meant and if it was a trick question - when his paper suddenly came to live and tried to take off his arm. There, he would battle it for a bit, then give up, and then lie on the ground in a fit of sadness and despair until the gnomes dragged him away. He had totally fallen for the trick Hoomus question.

Alright, she had proven herself to be adequately mediocre in the race, and now it was time for Emily Device to take a stand and prove to the world (and herself) that she was not an utter failure at quizzes either! Taking a deep breath, Emily sat down and...

Something dropped on her head, knocking her out for the entire first section.

She woke up slowly, a little groggy and bleary eyed. It took several minutes to realize that she had missed an entire portion of the test.

Oh...oh jack, no.

Scrambling to get back in her seat, Emily bit back nervous sobs. And it was math. She was...had she ever taken a single math class in all her time here? Her eyes burned with unshed tears as she tried to power through the test anyway, getting caught up in one section written in a strange language. She tried to sound it out and instead of burning, her eyes were now melting. Emily tried to catch the melted eye bits, hands groping and fluttering, but to no avail. Instead she had to just rest her head in her arms and wait for them to grow back, leaving half the questions blank.

At least she couldn't cry as she waited.

Blinking her new eyes quickly, she decided they must have grown back wrong, because most of the test was even stranger than the last, in some sort of code. Instead of answering normally, she just filled in the blanks with little doodles of her time in the Human World, lost in fog and being chased by hunters. By the time she got to the part where little doodle Emily was being impaled through the chest with a sword, her mood was strangely lifted.

After all, her life has definitely been worse.

The next part was easily the most enjoyable, as if featured heavily in Johnny Danger fanfiction that she was already greatly familiar with. Emily easily wrote a lengthy meta essay, breaking apart the symbolism, picking out what went too greatly against canon (JD would never...!) and then writing a short story of her own as a counter to a few of the things she would have liked to see written differently. To close it up, Emily wrote a song as a companion piece. The entire time, she could tell someone was looking intently at her paper. At first she though it was going to result in being knocked out again, but as time went on, she thought they must be a JD fan.

Once she finished, she turned a little and gave them a discreet thumbs-up.

The last part of the test was a huge muddle, and she encountered more of that code. But there was also a lot of random things she did know about. Like naming the different parts of a drumkit, what Johnny Danger wore to prom, how to survive alone in the wilderness, familiar anatomy, minipet poop, and the basics of keeping a clean dungeon.

When she finally put down her pen, the witch looked cautiously pleased at her performance.

After succeeding in luring Freya out of the dorms he felt pretty confident that he could own this little section of events at least until he figured out that it was a quiz of some sort. What with all the quiz sheets and uncomfortable chairs and ...

He took a few deep breaths as he opened the packet and began to try and answer questions. As he wrote down answers he noticed someone leaning over toward him and uttering a quiet murmuring repeat of what he wrote down. His concentration was broken for a brief second as he shot the other student a brief glare.

Kettil got to the math portion and suddenly? Lightning jolted electricity through his body rendering hopeless and distracted for several moments before he managed to work down a couple of answers, but not many because math wasn't exactly his forte.

Suddenly there was a trap door opening up under him, threatening to swallow him up. Kettil barely caught the questions on the sheet and as he spent time climbing up he tried to remember the answers that he could put down once he got back up there.

The fourth section was a surprising (or perhaps not) thing for Kettil as he answered the questions so well and completely that the page glowed with a pleasant golden orange light. He felt rather proud of himself as he stared down at it. That section was very easy for him.

And he hated reading for the most part.

Again there was someone peeking over his shoulder as he began on the last section. A glare off ensued as he tried to use his body to block the sheet as he whispered a harsh 'quit it,' at the other figure. It wasn't right! Kettil worked hard to answer the quiz, way too hard! No buffoon would get the best of him.

Darren sat down to the test not quite sure what to expect. But once he started he wasn't sure what he was really worried about. He breezed through the first section - which amused him, it seemed like the questions had been really easy.

The next couple of sections though weren't so great, but he managed to eek his way through them as best he could. He couldn't count how many times sheer dumb luck had probably saved him.

When it was over he couldn't wait for the next event.

Joachim had skipped the obstacle course, after the last obstacle course of doom and being frozen he decided that he was better suited to be ready for any sort of quizzes or events that tested his intelligence and grace. He did have to say there was really no need for the rather monstrosity of machines that hovered over the edges of the cubicle that he was sitting at. It wasn’t as if he was going to run away.

Yet.

The first part of the exam was over history, which was relatively easy for the reaper considering his family was older than most and he had read all of the biographies of composers in his family library. Joachim gave a faint smile as the ease of actually making some points for the Reaper house before realizing the unsettling feeling of being watched. Looking around he caught a glimpse of eyes peering into his cubicle. He glared as they whisked away to their owner. A few minutes later the feeling returned and Joachim glared and the wondering eyeballs and started a staring contest with the cheater. Of course it continued until the section was complete.

The next section was math, of course not really Joachim’s strongest abilities but he would settle with attempting it as long as the cheater would stop attempting to peer over his shoulder. For the most part the section went on rather uneventful other than the random diary page. Dull, whatever professor it was he or she talked about nothing than their minipets and how they adored the way the purred and how they wished to dress up like one. It borderline creepy as he continued to read and a shiver went down his spine. He never wanted to see any of his professor dressed up in a scareon suit purring at the students.

As the buzzard rang he handed it in as quickly as he could and started on the Human Studies. It was easy, well except the random code that he was sure was some sort of trick being played on him but for the most part easy.

The other two sections went along as well rather uneventful and easy for the reaper. He had managed to do well enough on the literature section that it had started to glow as if he had gotten every question right. The general studies was not as easy especially when one of the cooking questions seemed to make the air smell like food from the booths. His stomach wouldn’t stop growling.

When the last buzzard sounded he bolted for something to eat.

Ev wasn't the boasting, or cocky sort, but this challenge she knew was her element, and where she was confident she would shine! When she saw the paper and pencil awaiting her at a desk, the ghoul could hardly wait to dig into what ever was etched on that parchment!

the additional distractions were new, and something she attempted to ignore, but they proved to be quite persistent in gaining her attention. This effected her performance, and kept her focus from being solely on the task at hand, causing mistakes to be made, and questions to be confusing... or downright impossible for her to comprehend! it was the only time the demon had felt so unprepared for a test, and mildly disappointed in herself for letting outside distractions be her excuse.