[0o0o0]: "Testing" has begun, it seems. No more info for us for a small bit. I guess we'll see who makes it out alive.
[0o0o0]: This'll give us a bit more insight into their procedures. It's too bad it comes at the safety of the so called "D-Class".


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[hider=Jeremy: D-90715 and Dax: D-01984]

The door slid shut behind them.

Indeed the odd statue did not move as the three of them went inside. Stubby arms, stubby legs, a peanut-esque structure to it's concrete form, it's knub legs covered in the substance on the floor. Four strange eyes painted on, the two on top green, the bottom two black. A gaping, vertical maw seperating the two, with a red oval marking the entire disturbing display. Passively, it faced slightly away from the three of them.

"Okay," Ryan said. "I'm blinking." He blinked.

"See how we do this Jeremy? Just keep doing this. Nice and easy, boys, we got this, right? Go on, Dax," He gestured, keeping his eyes on the 'prize.'

Dax would begin to make progress, slurping up and moistening the dry substance covering the floor with the mop. As he did, it seemed to release an even fouler oder- one that had a physical presence in the room, stinging his eyes. A few minutes later, the room was about half clean. It came time for Dax to clean the area near the entity itself.

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[hider=Donald: D-60100, and Claudette: D-12593]

Mr. Smith glanced up from his work and leaned forward, raising an eyebrow. "Fascinating," He marked something down a digital pad, and nodded to himself, seemingly satisfied. He projected a wall of unhelpfulness that would give Claudette the clue that he would provide no further answers.

For the three people in the room, things got a bit hazy after that. Claudette, Donald, and Zhang both suddenly found themselves flipping over the final page of the packet and placing their pencils down. It is unclear how much time has passed, but the three all have feelings of completing a difficult challenge and being unsure on whether or not they did well.

"What...the Hell was that?" Zhang said, looking over at his two D-Classmates. 

"Are you finished?" Mr. Smith said with a smile.



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[hider=Robert: D-77732, and Lenny: D-82494]

Lenny rubbed his chin. "Eh, whatever you say, Doc," he shrugged, looking sympathetically yet uncaring over at Rob with a 'What are you gonna do' expression on his face. Christine looked at the chair and backed up over to the wall with Lenny, waiting to see the situation play out.

The elderly gentlemen, Mr. Smith, adjusted his glasses with two fingers, looking apathetically towards Robert. He licked his lips. "Please sit down, D-77732." He waved his hand, and two guards approached to 'persuade' Robert to take a seat.


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