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[twelvevoltman.livejournal.com]

True to his word, Allen has diagnostic exams ready for the taking. A stack of personal screens from the media lab sits next to his work table in the Engineering department, all programmed with tests. Long ones, since they're diagnostic, not cumulative.

One of them is, in fact, programmed with Superboy's name on it. Because Allen is a smartass like that.

"You know Stace, it would be nice if I could have a sign for the door. 'Open Call for Students-slash-Teachers,' something like that," he says, as he roots through the engineering department, looking for just such a thing to make a sign with.

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[withteethbared.livejournal.com]

Bella is poking around the ship, as she often does. The Engineering department has never been a favorite place for her, it's even more deeply Weaverish than anywhere else on the ship. But she's also Get of Fenris, and an Ahroun. Perfectly capable of handling herself, and it's always a good idea to keep an eye on things that might be dangerous.

That's just her excuse, though. Really, the wolf's curious.

The stack of screens is a new development, it wasn't here the last time Bella checked and it's not part of the humdrum of things on tables that she pays little attention to when they change.

"What are you doing?" she asks Allen, watching him as he looks for potential sign material.

[twelvevoltman.livejournal.com]

"AAAaah hey Bella."

Allen only jumps a little. Wolves are sneaky!

"Looking for stuff to make a sign out of. I expect you're not interested in going to school, but I'm trying to get the kids on the ship to do it."

[withteethbared.livejournal.com]

"School?" Bella flicks an ear at the familiar word. She knows that the Glass Walker kids at her sept still had to go to school. Not the new cubs that could finish out their high school education being homeschooled, but the ones in college. She's not looking forward to her Alpha going to college, it will probably be very inconvenient.

"I know this word. It is a place for learning things. I know all that I need to." Yes Allen, Bella pretty much thinks she has no need of your "school".

"I do not like signs much," she adds. "They do not have smell or make sound and I cannot read them."

[el-escarabajo.livejournal.com]

Jaime eventually finds his way there, and bounds through the door. "Is there where the testing is?"

Gimme gimme, Allen. He wants knowledge, and the sooner he tests, the sooner he can go back to schooling at least a little.

[twelvevoltman.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, hey Jaime. Right here." Allen holds out a media pad. "There's a math, science, history, english, and writing section. It's long, but go through each part until the questions start getting annoying."

[el-escarabajo.livejournal.com]

This kid does not waste time.

He pops into a seat, and starts taking his test.

Math, okay. Science, cool. Englush and writing, no problem.

History...

"Uuuuuh. We got a problem," he says, looking over some of the questions.

[lilyofthedrills.livejournal.com]

A hesistant head pokes around the corridor. Yuri's never gone to school in something that has organs and a pulse of its own. But school is a semblance of normalcy, even if she's never been at the top of her class.

"Ah, hello, is this the place where we're gonna have school?"

This time she won't have to fight anything with dozens of eyes, right?

[twelvevoltman.livejournal.com]

Allen glances at the small girl as he picks up a media pad.

"Probably not. But this is where you take the diagnostic test, so make yourself comfortable."

There are some fleshseats and unoccupied chitinous work tables.

"I'm Allen. What's your name?" he asks, handing her the pad, looking at her curiously. There is something in his gaze of a scanner - as though he's taking in data, not looking at her.

[lilyofthedrills.livejournal.com]

"Yuri. Yuri Ohtani." She says as she takes the pad. She feels the gaze sweep over her. That's totally a teacher look right there. It gives her a little butterfly in her stomach but at least it's familiar.

"H-how much time do I have?" She says as she sits down and takes up something that could just as easily be a pencil, a branch or a dried up tentacle.

[so-pregnable.livejournal.com]

Kon is grumbling to himself when he comes in and he goes over to get a test and--

"Ha ha."

Sees the one with his name already on it.

[twelvevoltman.livejournal.com]

"I did tell ya," Allen says, with a wave of his hand. "Just answer until you can't go any further."

[bluerose-knight.livejournal.com]

Sparhawk is rather too old for school, but it's Allen that he's come to see. He pauses in the doorway for a moment.

"Sir Allen, would you have a moment?"

[twelvevoltman.livejournal.com]

"Sure. What's up?"

It's a little funny being called Sir when all he does is help organize the nerd herd, but still cool.

[godimgood.livejournal.com]

Chaucer sticks his head in the door, looks around until he spots Allen, then enters all the way. He's squinting at the man a little nervously.

"Granted, I may have misunderstood, but I believe you are searching for teachers? And that you might be able to fix my..." He looks at his omnicom for a moment, trying to remember what it's called before turning his gaze back. "Well, make this properly workable."

[twelvevoltman.livejournal.com]

"Sure am, and I sure can." Allen holds out his hand for the omnicom. "You wanted a writing pad, right? just gotta hook it up here."

[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

Kate eyed the stack in his hand after hearing his voice from down the hall.

"Classes haven't started yet, and you're already assigning homework? Should we be worried?"

[twelvevoltman.livejournal.com]

"They're diagnostic tests, not homework." Allen offers one to Kate. "Although they will give me an idea of who needs what for summer work."

Evil grin.

[dyausa-pita.livejournal.com]

Cielo continues his exploration of the ship, deciding today to veer off in this direction rather then that direction to see where it takes him. Who needs a damn ship map. The blue haired youth is his tribe's Scout, he'll know where to go once he's been there.

Besides, it is a good way to keep his mind off things. Maybe try and come up with a plan as to how to get down into the pod bay and rescue is comrades.

Yeah right. Cielo come up with a plan? Even he knows it's a silly thought, but that isn't going to keep him from trying. It's going to take more then tossing a cat in someones face for it to work this time.

Around a corner and oh look! A person. Cielo offers the stranger a curious smile. "School? You be de won talkin 'bout wantin' t'do all de learnin?"

[twelvevoltman.livejournal.com]

"That's me." Allen looks up from his work table. "Here for a test, or a position?"

[riseupnchargem.livejournal.com]

Jamie makes his way into the Engineering department, eyes roving over the tables and chairs (or creepy growths that pass for such, rather) and the scattered handful of people seated at them, bent to some task or another. He spots someone who seems to be in charge and heads on over - the guy's handing out datapads to those who approach him and carries a certain air of 'this-is-my-domain-you're-in', so Jamie assumes that this the department co-head he's supposed to meet.

"Hi. I'm looking for, uh. Allen Gentry?"

[twelvevoltman.livejournal.com]

"You found him." Allen holds out his hand for a handshake with a smile. A datapad is in his other hand. "Jamie, right?"

He's made a point of it to know names and faces on the ship, even if he hasn't met people yet.

[halfgoddess.livejournal.com]

"Hey," Cassie says, as she steps in. "Tests are here, right?"

She's looking forward to this, a bit. All things considered, she's a pretty good student.

[twelvevoltman.livejournal.com]

"Yup." Allen holds out a datapad with a test on it. "Humor me with the history section. It might be different from the one you know."

[flunkingspanish.livejournal.com]

"I'm here! Can I get a note so Jaime and Brenda don't chase me back again later?" Paco asked, walking into Engineering with his hands shoved in the pockets of his plantsuit. He eyeballed the stack of personal screens and tried not to sigh too heavily.

Man, he hated tests.

[twelvevoltman.livejournal.com]

"You can get yourself a diagnostic exam."

Allen holds out a media pad.

"Don't look so pissed about it. Just answer questions until you can't answer anymore, and watch out for that history. It'll probably be different from yours."