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[Errol]

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.

--

Ten minutes of break time. What will you do until next lesson, Mathematics with Mrs Larennue starts?

[Flying Dice]

Head to maths class, idly gaze from a window and wait for class to start.


((Defend that burger-town, Ramirez!))

[Powder Miner]

Late! He was late! And all because of his own screwup with the tram aaaaaargrhrlgrg! Ezra spends the time in the lesson he missed out in the hallway next to the class, resisting the quite strong urge to scream because this was his favorite class and now he'd gone and ruined it by not making it on time.
However, once he was calm, he did realize that this necessitated some work. When the other students came out of class, he immediately accosted them, asking the topic of today's class, and if there were any assignments, because dammit he could study at home! And then he ran to math, because hell if he was going to miss two classes in a row!
Find out what was went over, make a note of it, and then run to math.

[Harry Baldman]

This was an unfortunate setback - annoying though Mr. Ramirez was, Jocasta felt a respectful appreciation for him - he laid himself bare for his class, making no secret of his dislike of Lowery, unlike certain other teachers would in his position. It was wonderful to see, if only for a moment, beyond the great lie. To witness the pettiness beneath it all.

Jocasta, despite having totally wasted her time here, couldn't help but smile a little when she recalled Lowery getting put down like that. It was certainly refreshing.

Go to math class, quickly review notes while within. Wouldn't do to be unprepared.

[Flying Dice]

"So, Ezra... didja have fun skipping class?"

[Wwolin]

As the bell rings, Wilton sighs, although not for the reason one might expect considering how chemistry class went. It's a sigh of relief. Math (A subject that he's become quite good at with Tom's help) is coming up next period, and caffeinated as he is, Wilton should be able to breeze right through it, unless something unusual comes up. As for chemistry, Wilton doesn't stress, but makes a mental note to look up electron orbit shells when he gets the time. Between his computer and his photographic memory, he's always been good at last minute cramming, provided that he stops slacking enough to cram. As he steps out of the chemistry room, Wilton notices Ezra asking about what he missed.

"You know about as much as I do buddy, if not more. All that I could make out was 'electron orbit shells' before motormouth Ramirez left us all in the dust. I've even had enough coffee to give me a case of the jitters and he's still too fast for me. Still, you're good enough at chemistry that you'll probably be able to manage."

Remember to look up electron orbit shells later and head to math.

[Powder Miner]

"So, Ezra... didja have fun skipping class?"

"Uuuurgh."

[Wwolin]

"So, Ezra... didja have fun skipping class?"

"Uuuurgh."

"Probably still more fun than we had struggling through it."

[Flying Dice]

"So, Ezra... didja have fun skipping class?"

"Uuuurgh."

"Probably still more fun than we had struggling through it."

"Yeah, lucky you. Didn't have to sit through fifty minutes of blah blah blah about electron whatsits."

[Powder Miner]

"Urgh, I didn't even get to sit through that, now I've got to look it up, although really as far as electron shell orbits go- but that's not the point! Chemistry is one of by best classes, my favorite class, and now the teacher's pissed at me. Stupid tram."

[Flying Dice]

"Wait, you tried to ride the tram? Must've been hard, what with them being shut down.

[Wwolin]

"Wait, the trams are down? Oh, they must've announced it when I was sleeping in this morning. The only reason that I walked here because I thought that I had already missed the tram when I woke up late. Still, I guess it worked out well for me in the end... At least up until first period, haha."

[Powder Miner]

"Wait, you tried to ride the tram? Must've been hard, what with them being shut down.

Ezra glowers at Harlowe. "That happens to be why I was late."

[Flying Dice]

"Wait, you tried to ride the tram? Must've been hard, what with them being shut down.

Ezra glowers at Harlowe. "That happens to be why I was late."

Harlowe chuckles, scratching his head, "How's that work, then? I wandered off into some ruins for a bit on the way and still made it on time. Barely, but that counts. Heh, I mean, did you stand around for an hour or something?"

[Powder Miner]

Ezra outright groans. "No more than five fucking minutes! And still I was two minutes late!"