As soon as the last spectator has left the arena, diligent elves get to work breaking down the obstacle course and setting up seating for the quiz. There are hundreds of plush chairs spaced evenly on the red and white striped stadium floor when they are done, a bevy of odd chutes and tubes pointed at each one. What might emerge from them is a mystery.
On the afternoon of the quiz, you are directed to a chair by a grinning elf. When you sit down a shoulder harness lowers to secure you into it. Ominous. A crisp white folder and a candy cane pen sit on the desk in front of you, a desk that you can only just reach from where you are confined. The Interholiday Liaison appears again at the front of the room, raising her arms and holding them wide.
"Welcome to the Candy Cane Quiz!" she says. "This trial will put your minds to the test and show us all who the innovators of the future will be! Let us begin!" The elf claps and your snow white folder snaps open to the first section of the test.
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ATTENTION GRADUATES!
During this event, alumni can assist their house by passing notes to the students taking the quiz! If you post the code below in this thread (with or without RP), you will grant an entire point to your house after its average is taken at the end of this challenge. You may direct your assistance at a particular student for fun by quoting them, but it will not affect their individual score. (The note your character writes will shoot out of one of the tubes in front of the character that receives the hint.)
You may only do this once.
[center][size=18][color=red][b]I, (INSERT ALUMNI NAME HERE), AM HELPING MY HOUSE!
GO (GHOSTS / MONSTERS / UNDEAD / DEMONS / REAPERS)![/b][/color][/size][/center]
Much like the obstacle course, the quiz has five sections. FEARs are on lockdown here, as are natural forms longer than ten feet in any one direction. You probably wouldn't want to use those things during a written exam anyway, to be honest.
To start, roll 1d6 for each section. You may roll your dice separately or may put all five rolls in one post, whichever you'd prefer. Record the corresponding number of points you earned from each of your rolls.
An example:
Andrea the reaper's RPer decides to roll all of her dice in one post. They roll 3, 3, 2, 5, 4. Andrea's preliminary scores are as follows:
Check your stats. Distribute your intelligence stat across your point total anywhere you'd like to boost your character through the challenge. How you choose to reflect these changes in RP is up to you!
Another example:
Andrea is a mildly brainy reaper with a 6 in intelligence. Her RPer chooses to put all of those points into Section Three:
Now it is time to decide if you want to use your luck stat for this challenge! You are only allowed to use it once, so if you have already used it, you may not do so here. If you choose to use it for the quiz, you cannot use it for the rest of the event. If you want to boost your quiz score, add your luck to your section totals just as you did your intelligence stat.
Did you remember to use your speed stat? Y Did you use your luck stat for this challenge? N/A
Be sure to RP your rolls! You should probably choose to take the quiz solo, but if you want to interact with others, you are welcome to. If a graduate quotes you (see above), you can play off of that as well!
This thread will be locked on December 10th at 11:59pm EST so that points may be tallied without anyone making edits while we do so. If your post was not edited to include your filled in form prior to that, your character's attempt will not be counted. Following the conclusion of the entire event, threads will be unlocked so that RP may be added/edited if you so desire.
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Posted: Sat Dec 05, 2015 12:57 pm
Section One
Although this quiz was penned by professors from Christmas Town, that doesn't appear to immediately pose a problem. The first part of the test is about language and grammar, and all of that is pretty universal.
Rolling Results
HOW DO YOU SPELL CAT? 0 points You've just managed to stretch your arms far enough in front of you to grab your pen when a gout of faux snow blasts out of one of the tubes in front of you into your face. It's a little distracting. 2 points Right in the middle of some intense essay writing, your pen flies out of your hand and onto the ground, too far to grab again without a lot of work and a lot of wasted time. 4 points Halfway through this part of the quiz you find yourself waking up from a surprise nap. Tired or simply gassed by one of the mystery tubes? 6 points More creeple should live by your motto: If you can talk, you can write. If that's not your motto, maybe you should adopt it. It seems to be working. 8 points Congratulations! You are one smooth wordsmith! 10 points
Section Two
Ew, math. Or maybe, yay math! Whichever way you feel about it, here it comes.
Rolling Results
You stare at your quiz and wonder... is today pathling sandwiches day in the creepeteria? 0 points Snow begins to fall from somewhere above your seat. You feel unnaturally distracted by it, making it difficult to concentrate on all this math. 2 points A foxfire shoots out of one of the tubes into your lap. It yips and scuttles around your seat throughout this whole section. 4 points Whether you're just guessing at answers or you actually know what you're doing, you manage to get a good number of questions correct! 6 points There are several problems you just can't seem to wrap your head around, but you work your way through them fairly quickly! Yay! 8 points Addition. Subtraction. Integrals. Fractions. Geometry. These are things you are good at. You see the numbers with perfect clarity and are one with them.10 points
Section Three
This is where the fact that the quiz was written by Christmas Town professors really begins to show. There are several questions in this geography section about "That Scary Place That We Don't Want to Talk About" and "Oh my Santa, not there!" that might throw off even the most knowledgeable student, and on top of all that, one of the pipes in front of you has begun to sing. The song is "Silent Night" and it is horribly off key.
Rolling Results
Maybe you're just having a bad day, but you're having enough trouble remembering where you are, let alone the landmarks that exist in your world. 0 points The terrible music pierces your skull, temporarily removing most of your relevant knowledge. 2 points This is confusing. You are confused. What purpose does a word jumble have on a standardized test? 4 points Even though very little of it makes sense, you are a pretty good guesser and you make your school proud! 6 points Tuning the awful singing out is your first step toward glory! You finish the geography section with relative ease! 8 points You're in the zone! Show geography who's boss! 10 points
Section Four
In addition to your quiz folder, a tray of test tubes, measuring spoons, and a tiny bunsen burner rise out of your desk as you turn to this section.
It's science time!
Rolling Results
A loose foxfire from the last section flails up onto your desk, knocking all of your equipment onto the floor. 0 points Were you holding your instructions upside down? Nearly all of your mixtures come out wrong! 2 points It seems that your chair has slid back just a touch in the commotion. You have a lot of trouble reaching the table now, but you still get a few problems right. 4 points You mess up pretty badly on one of the early questions, but all that really happens is that you end up with a deskful of peppermint foam for the rest of the quiz. 6 points You're better at this than you might have guessed! Or maybe you know just how pro you are. Either way, keep it up! 8 points Have you found your calling? Are you truly a scientist? :O 10 points
Section Five
Rounding out the quiz is a section on FEAR and magic. It might seem a little strange to be tested on such things at a desk rather than in the gym, but the time for practical demonstrations will arrive sooner than you know.
Rolling Results
What's a FEAR? 0 points While you might be adept at fighting and spellcasting, you aren't all that great at the fundamentals of magic. 2 points This is hard stuff. You have to guess at some of the answers, but you're still not sure you got them right. 4 points Tough, but you can do it. You know how to use your FEAR as well as most of the reasons why it works. 6 points Your test blushes at how adept you are at magic. It knows it will be the prettiest test with all the right answers. 8 points IMPRESSIVE. 10 points
The Finish Line
Once you have either answered as many questions as you are able to or time has run out, your chair lets you go. You are given a sugar cookie, a participation medal, and the option to head into the stands to greet the creeple who have somehow found entertainment in watching you furiously take a quiz.
Congratulations!
You may RP in this thread once you have completed the quiz or in the stands!
[b]Did you remember to use your intelligence stat?[/b] [b]Did you use your luck stat for this challenge?[/b] (Remember, you can only use it in one of the four challenges!)[/quote]
[b]Did you remember to use your intelligence stat?[/b] [b]Did you use your luck stat for this challenge?[/b] (Remember, you can only use it in one of the four challenges!)[/quote]
[b]Did you remember to use your intelligence stat?[/b] [b]Did you use your luck stat for this challenge?[/b] (Remember, you can only use it in one of the four challenges!)[/quote]
[b]Did you remember to use your intelligence stat?[/b] [b]Did you use your luck stat for this challenge?[/b] (Remember, you can only use it in one of the four challenges!)[/quote]
[b]Did you remember to use your intelligence stat?[/b] [b]Did you use your luck stat for this challenge?[/b] (Remember, you can only use it in one of the four challenges!)[/quote]
Mathias filed his way back into the arena, now set with tables and plush looking chairs, once it was time to do so. This was to him, the very least exciting portion of the house cup events, because it required that he sit still for what was likely going to be a lengthy period of time, and his usual levels of energy made it difficult for him to do so. However, months upon months of word searches, crosswords, and other puzzles that required concentration and pen to paper had hopefully prepared him enough for this moment.
He sat in one of the chairs, on his knees so that he was tall enough to see and write properly on the quiz paper, and tapped his claws impatiently while waiting for the quiz to begin.
While he waited, a harness suddenly appeared, snaking down across his chest and snapping in place with a grim finality. He was stuck here, it seemed, until time was up.
He hoped that he didn't drop his pencil.
When the liaison finished her little spiel, the white folder in front of him sprang open. Mathias quickly reached for his candy cane pencil and began to read, red eyes skimming over the first page. It seemed that this portion had to do with spelling and grammar, and while he felt that his language barrier might be a bit of an issue here, he was also fairly confident that he could succeed. Lifting his pencil, he was about to begin, when suddenly an icy blast of snow buffeted against his face, sending a chill down his spine as upon contact, it all began to melt and drip down his clothing, little rivulets streaming against his skin, making him shiver, and definitely distracting him.
"Sheisse." he muttered under his breath, his teeth chattering until he gave himself a rough shake, and forced himself to concentrate. It was just a little snow, after all, it could not harm him! Ignoring it, he began to write, and while he did not believe he did perfectly in this portion, he thought that he had done well enough, before flipping over to the next page.
Ah, math. Mathias wrinkled up his nose in distaste but carried on, his skills in this area not superb but definitely passable, or at least he thought so. He managed to answer each question rather quickly, despite his dislike of the subject. Around him, however, he heard familiar yips and barks, and found himself glancing up from his paper, just once, to see foxfires being shot out of tubes at some of the other students.
That was...rather odd, actually. But it reminded him that somewhere, Jove was watching him. The thought warmed him, and he smiled, continuing through the section with relative ease, and giving himself a mental pat on the back for a job well done when he was through with it.
On to section three.
Geography. Here, Mathias thought that he might actually do well. However, just as he was about to begin, music, awful, terrible, horrifying music began to play from the tube in front of him. He shot a glare at the tube, as if that might make it stop, and then wondered if he might have something he could stuff into it to muffle it's sound. Folding his ears back only helped him marginally, and eventually, he decided he was just going to have to bear it and work on the quiz, though when he finally did look down at the words, a lot of it just did not make any sense to him. He had to reread many sentences over and over again in an attempt to work them out, but finally, just gave up and did a lot of guesswork, without having a single clue whether he was answering the questions correctly or not. When he reached the end of the section, he was thankful, and turned the page.
Suddenly, some strange objects appeared on his desk. Test tubes, chemicals, bunsen burners. It appeared that he was going to have to mix some of these things together, and he muttered another swear under his breath before beginning.
His first "experiment" was a bust. The test tube was soon foaming over with something that smelled very strongly of peppermint, and it was, within seconds, covering his entire desk. He had to pull out his exam and get it cleaned off before he could continue, but upon doing so, he found that the rest of the instructions were fairly easy to follow. In the end, he figured he at least did okay, and that was really all he could hope for at this point (though he wished he could do a lot better than that).
Finally, he was on the final section. The wolpertinger really just wanted to get it over with at this point. Most of his answers to the questions on FEAR and magic were guessed, and he had no idea if he got any of them right, and wasn't even sure if he cared anymore. He just wanted to get out of that awful harness at that awful smelling desk with it's terrible music as quickly as inhumanly possible.
Luckily, that seemed to be it. When he set his pencil down, the harness on his chair unbuckled and he was free to go, but not before he was handed a sugary spooky and yet another medal. The latter was shoved into a pocket with the other, and the former was given a quick study before it was pocketed as well.
He knew a certain ghost boil who really liked spookies.
Brute stomped back into the arena, at first completely thrilled that he would get another chance to prove himself, incredibly excited to see what they would throw at him this time! He saw the chairs, and the students who were all taking their seats, and followed along, nothing but expectant as he sat down and found himself soon strapped in. Truly, he had no idea what was to come, but could not wait to see! Especially with those interesting tubes all around the room. Perhaps those were to shoot food at them, and they were to see who could eat the most? He grinned a toothy grin expectantly, his mouth opening wide with sudden expectation as he salivated, awaiting the tasty treats that he was sure would soon be accumulating in his maw.
Except that was not what was happening here. Not even close. Some creature was spouting off some nonsense that Brute barely listened to, and when she finished with a clap of her hands, a crisp white folder that Brute decided was probably not very delicious (he'd eaten enough paper now to know that this was true) sprang open in front of him.
He stared at it for a very long time, awaiting something more to happen. Around him, other students had picked up the candy cane pencils, and had begun to write. It was a few moments longer before the wyvern even took notice of this, and unsure of what else to do, he reached for his pencil as well, before lifting it to his teeth for an experimental nibble.
No. No this was not tasty either. Edible, but not tasty. He sighed, and set it back down, before squinting at the exam booklet in front of him, trying to make out the words, and taking a very long time to do so. Finally, because he was starting to catch on to what needed to be done, he reached out and drug the booklet closer, and then grabbed the pencil again, which promptly snapped in half in his grip.
Brute let out a frustrated growl, discarded the top half of his pencil, and used the still usable half to begin writing. He started with his name. And then, he wrote his name several more times, which proved that he could at least spell that word, at varying sizes, sometimes all capitalized as well. Eventually he added more words, things like "hungry" and "fight" and "best". He was really getting into it, his creative juices flowing, when his enthusiasm became the best of him, and upon pressing down on his paper just a little bit too hard, his pencil shot away, skittering across the floor where he could not hope to reach it.
He growled and grumbled and spat and hissed as he struggled his way out of the harness that was holding him in his seat. It took time, but eventually, once he chewed through the straps, he managed to get himself free. Stomping over to the pencil, he bent down and swiped it back up, before heading back to his seat. Feeling as if he was done with that section, he moved on to the next one.
This area seemed to have a lot of numbers. They seemed to swim off of the page and got all jumbled up in his brain when he tried to decipher what it could all mean. Math was not something that Brute was adept at. In fact, he did not even know yet what math even was. He blinked several times down at the paper, frowned, and began chewing on the splintered end of his pencil, before finally just setting to work writing random numbers down on the page, completely guessing each and every single answer, and somehow managing to get several of them correct. At least, more than half of them, anyways. In he last question, he answered with "BRUTE = 1000000000000000000000000000000" the 0's continuing on and on and on down the page until he reached the very bottom.
Satisfied with this work, he moved on to the next section.
Music began to play from the tube in front of him, and Brute growled, louder and louder, until his own sound drowned out that of the incessant Christmas-y crap they were blasting at him. Finding this to be a great improvement, he was able to set to work answering the questions on geography, again with mostly guesswork, but here he actually felt that he knew the answers to a few of the questions, especially since he'd had to travel all the way to the school on his own and remembered some of the things he had seen along the way. Finishing the section with relative ease compared to the others, he began to feel like maybe this wasn't so bad.
Except for the music. The music definitely needed to stop.
Next some objects rose out of Brute's desk. Now these he took some interest in, but mostly the liquids and powders that were filling many of the vials. Without even reading the instructions in his booklet, he began playing with them, mixing some together, testing some out with his tongue, eating some completely, test tube and all, if they smelled delicious enough. All and all, he did a very poor job, but all in all, he really couldn't have cared less, because he was having fun.
The fun had to stop at some point, however. The science supplies vanished as quickly as they appeared, and it seemed to be time for him to complete his quiz. With a huff, he bent back down to the booklet and read each word on the paper with agonizing slowness. His head was beginning to hurt, and his belly to rumble, either from hunger or upset from the mysterious items he had only just eaten moments before. Letting out a long groan, he slumped forward in his chair, and hastily scribbled words all over his page that might have been the right answers, or might have been completely wrong. He didn't care anymore. He just wanted to be let out of his chair.
Eventually, time was up, and somebody came by to take his quiz booklet away from him, while also offering him a spooky and another medal.
Brute nearly bit the fingers off of the elf as he chomped up the sugar spooky, swallowing it nearly whole before getting out of his seat and stretching. Well, that had been awful! Thankfully, school wasn't always like this.
Alexander almost laughed as he reentered the arena, pale eyes scanning over chairs and desks with pristine white folders placed on each. It seemed his prediction of an exam being next, however jokingly, had been correct! The zomboil didn't mind this, however. In fact, he was rather excited! The last time he'd participated in a house cup, he had aced the quiz portion, and pretty much expected to do exactly the same this time again. It didn't seem to occur to him at all that it might be more difficult this time around, given that Christmas was having a hand in things.
The zomboil happily sat in his chair, which of course was a bit too small for his overly tall frame. His long legs stretched out beneath the desk, and crossed at the ankles. He leaned back and relaxed while a harness fastened itself across his chest, keeping him belted firmly in place. He closed his eyes and listened to the footfalls and murmurs and shifting movements of the students around him, soaking it all in. It was like being in a classroom again. It was an experience that he had sorely missed, in his time away.
When the liaison at the front of the room began to speak, the zomboil opened his eyes and sat up straighter in his seat, his attention on her. When she finished and clapped her hands, he grinned, and leaned forward as far as his harness would allow, before snatching up his pencil.
Just as he did so, icy snow blew out of the tube in front of him, blasting him in the face, covering him and his desk in the chilly white fluff. Being undead, however, the snow and the frosty air that blew out of the tube with it, hardly bothered him at all. In fact, he barely felt it. Able to ignore it completely, he flew through the first section of his exam, and moved on to the second part without even a pause to savor the moment.
Maths? Easier than, wait for it, pi. The zomboil actually snickered at his mental joke and set to work, skimming over the page and jotting down answers quicker than anything, and certainly a far cry faster than he had moved during the last event. Far, far faster. Again, within moments, he was through with this second section and moving on to the next.
Geography. Again, it should have been easy, but suddenly, things took a slight turn towards the confusing. It became much more obvious that it was not a creature of Halloween who had concocted the quiz, and some of the questions were difficult for him to interpret. This was quite alarming for the zomboil, who prided himself on his book smarts and his constant ability to exceed expectations when it came to quizzes and exams. He tried not to let it get to him, however, and simply answered the questions as best he could, hoping that he got the majority, if not all of them, correct.
Next came science. Now, this is where Alexander actually did falter, and not just because of the substances and ingredients he was to use being foreign to him. Chemistry could be dangerous. Chemistry could result in explosions, and worse, fire. The zomboil definitely did not wan that, most certainly not when he was strapped to a chair that he was not sure that he could escape from should an emergency occur. It mad him nervous to think of what could happen, and he was actually almost too frightened to even begin. In fact, he had somehow managed to push his chair back away from the table, likely completely unconsciously and in a sudden revolt against this part of the quiz, but was not seemingly able to move it back forward again when he finally managed to psyche himself up enough to proceed. This made doing the experiments even more difficult, which made him even more careful, which took him even longer. Thankfully, however, nothing did explode, and with a long sigh of relief, he was able to move on to the final portion of the quiz.
Fear and magic. Really, this should have been easy for him to complete. It was all textbook facts, easy to remember, simple to recite, even simpler still to just write it all down. The questions, however, were actually quite difficult, and while he was sure he got most of them correct, Alexander couldn't help but blame his sudden difficulty in answering these questions on his lengthy absence from school. He was slipping. He had gotten rusty. He wasn't sure that he had gotten one hundred percent and that was a problem.
Almost dejectedly, he set his candy cane pencil down upon answering the last question, and slumped down further in his chair when the harness was released. He hadn't done perfectly. It was an awful feeling, and he told himself that after this, he was going to go back to his dorm room and hit the books, hard. When the elf came around with the spooky and medal, he accepted both with a forced smile and a muttered "Thanks." Before getting up out of his seat and exiting.
He would wait just outside for Yin to finish, to meet up and maybe go play some games that could distract him from his less than pristine performance.
Did you remember to use your intelligence stat? Y Did you use your luck stat for this challenge? N
The elves guided Carmine to a tiny plush chair and helped him into it. The harness came down around him with a thump! He tried to wiggle around and get more comfortable, but that just wasn't happening. He wasn't very tall, so reaching the desk was a bit of a stretch.
For a moment, Carmine tried to shift into his natural form, a small bat gryphon type thing. Even that didn’t help him at all, in fact it seemed almost to make things worse! He couldn’t even hold the pen for the quiz in his natural form. With a slight growl, he shifted back to his demon form and tried to adjust his clothes to their proper place again.
Writing. Carmine was not good at that, but he tried his best. Sadly, the candycane pen slipped and flew out of his hand, landing on the ground just far enough away that he wasted the rest of his time on the first section just trying to get it back. In order to get it back, he had to sink as far down in the harness as possible, to the point where it was almost cutting off his airway. He was kicking his legs at the pen to try and get it close enough that he could pull it into his tiny hands and get back to the quiz.
Math?! Carmine wasn't very good at math either. This didn't bode well. To make matters worse a rumbling noise came from the tube pointed at him and all the sudden a foxfire was in his lap yipping at him. Carmine's lap wasn't very big to begin with, so this made it nearly impossible to write anything else down. He began to smack and pat the thing into submission, but this seemed to only make it yap more. Shifting into his natural form didn’t help either, the stupid thing seemed to become territorial over HIS desk and chair at that point. he shifted back and booped the darn thing in the nose in a final attempt. Sadly, time was up so the foxfire turned, jumped off his lap and ran away.
Geography was probably one of Carmine's few decent subjects, since he could fly and would know the area from above fairly well. Sadly this section included some pretty horrendous singing coming from the tube. He held his ears firmly against his head and powered through this portion of the quiz.
Oh boy, science. Most of science was blind luck on Carmine's part, so it wasn't surprising when he created a bunch of peppermint foam on accident. That made the rest of the science portion pretty difficult. It all smelled too minty. Carmine hated mint, the mere thought of it often gave him a headache, so this was a thousand times worse and had him nearly barfing on his quiz.
FEAR and magic, Carmine had barely attended any classes and his parents were pretty useless. Yup, time to just guess his way through this one. At least there weren't any excess distractions. Carmine resolved that he should probably attend a few classes before the next House Cup, just so that he might have the slightest edge advantage in something as mundane and simple as a quiz.
After closing the last part of the quiz, the chair finally let Carmine go. He was handed a sugar cookie and another medal by one of the elves, though he still wasn't sure what the point of these things were. Maybe the tall lady from the stands would like the cookie he surmised to himself. She seemed somewhat gluttonous like that.
Student Name: Amy Points Total: 41 Section One: 6 + 1 = 7 Section Two: 4 + 6 = 10 Section Three: 6 Section Four: 8 Section Five: 10 Did you remember to use your intelligence stat? Yes Did you use your luck stat for this challenge?No.
Did you remember to use your intelligence stat? Yes Did you use your luck stat for this challenge? No
Megalovania did alright in the main course, but she felt pumped to do the next batch to the best of her ability.
Tail whipping behind her, she curled in a desk and glanced up at the harness that shifted down to envelop her, an incredulous eyebrow raising. Ominous.
The tube in front of her deposited out a note with a thunk, rattling on the desk for a few moments before the ghoul reached out to grab it. Vania opened it, tugging out the message and scanning over it in a quick manner, and then rereading it again.
Hi you don't know me but I'm the best and smartest so here's some advice. If you don't know an answer, light the paper on fire! If there's no test they can't tell you you got it wrong.
You're welcome.
- Danny
Oh, how awesome! Someone had actually wanted to help, which made her heart soar.
She would wait to set the paper on fire, just in case. Vania wanted to test her own abilities before she actually used another, somehow feeling like she was going to mess up on at least one of these questions.
When the elf clapped, the white folder on Vania's desk opened up to the first part of the quiz, a question that left her thinking, and thinking hard. She wasn't the best at grammar, but she picked up her pen and began to explain the entirety of her answer, only to have the pen fly out of her fingers with excitement.
Well. Seeing where it landed... it was too much work to go get it right now. Maybe she'd been a little more excited about the answer than she should have been.
Turning the page revealed a maths question, and Vania grinned as she filled out the question with ease.
The problem, however, was that the stupid tube above her spit out a foxfire that did nothing but scramble around in her lap, making her squiggle lines all over the paper.
Jack damn it. Hopefully she did okay on that section.
Turning to the next section revealed a geography map, which was obviously written by the professors when it stated things like 'nOT THIS PLACE' and other such things.
Vania rolled her eyes, finding that despite their strange words and not labeling places correctly, she could ace this with ease. It also helped to have parents that took great care in her studies, wanting the best for her - and to beat the Threepwood family at their own game.
She couldn't help but smile deviously.
Flipping to the next part of the quiz, the wrath demon leaned back as test tubes rose out of the desk, and her grin grew even wider as she got to work on making SCIENCE.
The first couple of tests she attempted proved to be failures, leaving a peppermint foam over her desk for the remainder of the quiz, but it didn't phase her much - she was pretty confident that she did well on this part, too.
Turning to the very last section, Vania saw the question about FEAR, and tilted her head curiously. Huh. Well, she knew why FEAR was what it was, but putting it into question form? That was... another matter entirely.
Remembering the note, the wrath demon took it out of her pocket and set it on fire, watching and waiting for a clue to appear...
... but nothing happened.
It was kind of anticlimactic. She sighed.
For the most part, she put down an answer that she thought was satisfactory, nodding and stepping out of her seat as soon as she closed the test.
Vania was awarded, of all things besides a participation medal... a sugar cookie.
... it tasted delicious.
She wandered into the stands, content on just watching the rest of them.
Did you remember to use your intelligence stat? Yes Did you use your luck stat for this challenge? No
Third year was a bit more difficult than Marosa would have liked, but he figured that he'd at least try in the holiday festivities.
He found himself sitting at a desk, staring at a stark white folder that opened up the moment he sat down. After reading over the question a few times, he wrote down his answer in a quick manner, finding that time was fading away from him...
The faerie woke with a start, startled and staring at the paper with confusion. Had... had he fallen asleep? Jack, he must have been more tired than he thought.
The next section of the test had been maths, and Marosa filled out as many answers as he thought correct... actually getting the majority of them right. It was... slightly surprising to him, if he had to be honest with himself.
Turning the page revealed geography, which Marosa wasn't... all that fond of. Usually, the faerie tended to wander, and wherever he ended up was... usually fine.
Wait.
... what reason was there for having a jacking word jumble on the geography section?
Well, whatever. He did the best he could, and moved on to the next part, frustration evident on his face. Whoever made this test was jacking stupid, in his opinion. Not that he'd ever admit as much out loud.
Test tubes slid up from the desk, and Marosa found that he knew next to nothing about anything related to science.
Staring at the concoctions for a few moments, he picked up a test tube and... very slowly and carefully, poured it out into another.
There was no reaction.
Confusion flitted across his face and he picked up this test tube, pouring it into a third and creating a waft of smoke, only for the liquid to turn black.
... he had no idea what he was doing.
Shaking his head and figuring that was as good as he was going to get, Marosa turned the page to the last section, lips curving downwards as he browsed over the question on FEARS.
He... hadn't had a good handle on them lately. Putting his head on his hands, the faerie mussed up his hair and finished the question as quickly as he could, not really wanting to focus on the question too much, lest he over think it.
Closing the test made the desk let him go, and he grabbed his medal and cookie, minorly happy at the fact that he'd actually finished.
What a strange test, though.
Marosa made his way towards the stands, sitting by himself.
Did you remember to use your intelligence stat? Yes Did you use your luck stat for this challenge? No~
Sayael was nervous as she sat a few desks away from her brother - her brother who didn't know he had a sister - but she managed to focus on the folder in front of her, watching as it flipped open with excitement.
Words. Words were the best thing she was capable of, even if she couldn't express herself all the time.
It didn't take long to write down her answer once she concentrated enough, and the faerie finished with ease, more than satisfied at her answer. She chanced a look over at her brother, mouth dropping open as she saw him snoring softly.
He'd fallen asleep!?
Jack, she envied that.
Maths was the next section, and Sayael started to focus more on the test, and less on her actual brother - she needed to get a good score for herself, and make sure to actually pass this strange, jacking test.
The answers came easy to her, and it wasn't long before she flipped to the next section, scoffing at how easy the questions came to her. Geography? Really? For a faerie? ... please. Give her something challenging.
Filling that out, she flipped again and made it to the science portion, ending up with peppermint fizz on her desk (which actually made it smell much nicer than before, she had to admit). The rest of the test tube experiments had been fine, aside from the fizz incident.
Last, but not least, was the FEAR portion of the exam, and Sayael found herself biting her lip in trepidation. She was new to the school, and new to finding out her own abilities, so... she put the best answers she could possibly think of, but wasn't very confident in her answers.
It was probably the only time she hadn't been confident.
Once the desk let her go, she gathered her participation medal and cookie, biting it with her sharp teeth slowly as she made her way to the stands, spotting her brother sitting alone.
... should she tell him? Should she wait? Honestly, she had no clue how to go about approaching her brother - not after what Cearney did. Jackin' leprechaun.
Settling on just sitting a fair bit of distance from Marosa, Sayael turned to watch the rest of the class, a stoic expression settling on her face.
Okay, this was by far the strangest thing that had happened to her in her short time here at Amityville. The shoulder harnesses that kept her in the seat was reminiscent of that one large ride of carts that she had been on that one time she had gone to a park...
"A quiz!?" She exclaimed, looking to the interholiday liason as she announced the event. She was not prepared! A pop quiz! A shame, those were not fun at all. She liked to get to know what the material would be about before they popped them... wait, was that why they just suddenly were given?
Explains a bit.
Brenna looked down to the snow white folder, her eyes focusing on the text.
Stage 1
The questions were a little odd. They used terms she was not familiar with, but with deductive reasoning and context clues, she was able to figure out the gist of what was asked. The directions were simple. Questions about the holidays was the majority of the first section.
She was writing an essay on the Principles of Holidays and Doors. She was going on a good line of thought. She could feel the strain on her palm, her fingers pressed taunt against the shaft of the pen as her wrist worked its ink onto the paper. However, it became too much as she went to wring out her hand that she tossed her pen a bit a ways.
"Noooooo~" she gasped in a whisper as she leaned towards the discarded utensil. It was no use... it was too far away.
Stage 2
Math, the universal language across species. They may look different at times but the principles and methods remained the same. Once she figured out the equations and such, the problems weren't difficult to figure out. Some times, she ran into situations that had odd numbers that didn't make sense. Other times, she was not able to see the connections of some of the numbers. Still, she wrote out her thought processes and did what she could. However, she couldn't waste time smashing her head against problems she wasn't confident in.
Stage 3
"That Scary Place That We Don't Want to Talk About"?" She muttered beneath her breath as she read through the questions of this section. THe heavy influence of terminology of Christmas Town was definitely prevalent. Then a song started to come from the tubes that lined the stadium. Quirking her brow, she immediately picked up that it might be a song from Christmas Town. She also noticed that it was horribly horribly off key. Sharps where flats should be, flats where neutrals should be, some random crescendos... whoever composed this needs to go back to school.
No matter, she focused herself to her task. Geography? Pfft, just make sense of locations and there you go!
Stage 4
Science. She was not good at science. Give her magics and she would be fine! But this... this was science. Tubes? They were vehicles and vectors to spread spells and magical properties. This was silly. And she had doubts that Christmas Town, in all their cheer, would be interested in explosive spells and such. However, no matter she had attempted, she failed a lot, but managed to complete some of the questions on the test.
Stage 5
She was in glee when she turned the page. MAGIC! She was good at that! She was happy about it. So happy much so that she was straining against the shoulder harnesses in her excitement. She read over the words carefully and then again, and again, and again. She was able to manifest her magic no matter where she may be, if it were allowed, and this was no exception.
GOOD, BETTER, BEST! NEVER LET IT REST! UNTIL YOUR GOOD IS BETTER. AND YOUR BETTER IS BEST!
FINISH LINE
With her pen on the desk, the folder shut, the shoulder harnesses lifted up from her seat. A sugar cookie placed into her hand, Brenna was ushered off the stadium and to the stands,.
