And thus, one fine Friday morning, four youths take off from their homes. Through the rubble-strewn streets they call home. Towards school, the chief pillar of order in their lives.
Harlowe: Stroll to school because why not. Keep eyes open for distractionz
(LV1 - Walking, LV2 - Scavenging)
6 - Overshot, 1 - Backfire
The first one, Harlowe, took off early, but mainly because he already factored getting distracted into his plan. There was that one scavenge field he'd recently discovered and that seemed promising - he just had to go over once more and take some with him. To his great disappointment, it got raided, and he spends a few more minutes searching it in disbelief before his common sense tells him it's serious time to high tail it to school. Harlowe crashes in his chair at the sound of the bell.
Jocasta: Prepare for school once more, but particularily Chemistry. Leave.
(LV1 - Studying, LV2 - Walking)
2 - Slight Success, 6 - Overshot
Jocasta McBride, as an organized person, reviews her notes before going to school. However, they don't make much more sense than yesterday night... but if Mr Ramirez goes for one of his surprise tests again, she should be fine... at least before the formulas vanish from her short-term memory. She subsequently takes off ten minutes early, arrives at school fifteen minutes early and mostly just spends the extra time twiddling her thumbs.
Wilton: Go to school with leisure!
(LV1 - Walking)
4 - Success
Meanwhile, Wilton Lowery takes his time due to his conditions - but he had accounted for that, and through the power of coffee arrived at school a few minutes early - punctual in the best sense of the word.
...
Lesson starts. Mr Ramirez is rather strict and his lessons are boring - although he definitely knows what he's teaching, he has zero didactic method and is a perpetual miser with a bad temper. After what happened during the last lesson, the students are remarkably punctual today, and after taking attendance, he plunges right into today's topic, assuming last week's lessons have been understood (which they haven't). Today, electron orbit shells... a flurry of diligent pens scratches over paper, attempting to keep pace, or in some cases, just doodling. ...wait, what happened to Ezra?
Ezra: Get to school. Punctually. (LV1 - Walking)
2 - Failure.
Turns out Ezra hasn't made it on time at all, though. After departing at just the time he needed, he had, in a moment of absentmindedness, forgotten about the tram's breakdown and already had been waiting for five minutes at the station before a passing mechanic reminded him of that. And although Ezra jogged the rest of the way to school, he still came ten minutes late to wheezingly meet Mr Ramirez' disapproving gaze.
(1)
"Well, well, Ezra Amon. You should know my policy for being late by now, right? Leave this room until the lesson is over. Come punctually or don't come at all. This is my word, and my word is law in my class.
What a disappointment. I had known you as a better student."
Mr Ramirez likes you less!
"Now then, to resume the lesson..."
(LV3 - Chemistry)
(2, 2, 1) Failure, Failure, Backfire
None of the three had managed to even remotely follow Mr Ramirez as he powered through the material at breakneck pace, their notes fragmentary at best. And he droned on and on to the silence of an entire class being left behind in the dust.
"Uh, Mr. Ramirez? I'm afraid I don't quite understand that part..." Wilton tries to venture forth in a desparate attempt.
"WHAT IS IT."
"Uh, if you could maybe explain the last part again..."
"That? Bah, humbug. That's trivial! Doesn't need explaining."
"Mr Ramirez, perhaps you have slightly high expectations of us--"
"WELL MAYBE YOU JUST DON'T BELONG IN THIS CLASS."
Mr Ramirez likes you slighly less.
Finally, the class is over, and Ramirez finishes as punctually as he had started, leaving the renmants of a once spirited class in his wake.
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Ten minutes of break time. What will you do until next lesson, Mathematics with Mrs Larennue starts?