The Tick vs. Grading, Room 141, Morning

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*CRASH*

Tick flung himself through his door, destroying the frame as well. A flurry of paper trailed him. He landed on his stomach. There was some paper on him. One sheet had been impaled on his left antenna. There were red marks all over his face, as if he had been attacked by a red felt tip pen.

He looked very panicked, but passersby could probably tell that even if they didn't see his face. After all, he had just jumped through his door. Calm people don't often do that.

Tick began to move backwards toward the shattered door frame. It was hard to tell if he was pushing himself back or if the tests that had fallen in a line behind him were somehow dragging him. The tests appeared to collect neatly as he passed over them.

"Let go, Examination Devils! It's not supposed to be this way! We could do this as friends! WHY ARE YOU SO VIOLENT?!" As Tick was moved back into his room, he whimpered, "Why did Rory have to leave this weekend? SIDEKICK, I NEED YOUR HELP!"

One test remained at the former door frame, apparently glaring menacingly at anyone who even considered helping Tick out.

[OOC: I'll be at the office for a few hours. There will be more The Tick vs Grading later on this afternoon.]

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[fates_jaye]

Jaye stands in the hall, watching warily, not about to venture inside, lest she get accidentally pummeled by flailing The Tick.

[bugofjustice.livejournal.com]

[OOC: For the record, Tick's not flailing. He's now hiding under the bed.]

[fates_jaye]

OOC: But what if he starts flailing again at any second!

[bugofjustice.livejournal.com]

[OOC: I just had a blindingly mad idea that I'll email you about later.]

[fates_jaye]

OOC: Cool. In the meantime, play. Jaye has something for you.

[bugofjustice.livejournal.com]

[OOC: Can't at the moment. I've wasted too much time right now. I have to get back to doing work. I'll be back in an hour or two.]

[bugofjustice.livejournal.com]

Tick sprints to the doorway, carrying his mattress on his back. He makes sure the bed sticks in the doorway as he rushes out of the room. If you listened very carefully, you'd swear you heard the unmistakable sound you get when several sheets of paper hit an upturned mattress while running at full speed.

Tick - red pen marks across his face - stood in the hall triumphant, for now.

Tick turned to Jaye. "Heh. Grading."

[fates_jaye]

Jaye stares at him. "Oh-kay."

She holds out a piece of paper. "I have the test I totally didn't have to take."

It reads:
1. E) All of the above, except D. Because while crime is spoon, of course, and it's very very bad, without crime we have no moral compass as to what is good. So crime in a way is good, because it tells us the difference between right and wrong and gives us the laws you strive to protect.

(I'm thinking of majoring in philosophy.)

2. Allan Smithee. Justinian was such a front.

3. The Tick.

4. It's fluffy and savage and has big claws for gripping ice.

5. Sell tickets, though I'd make more money on concession sales.

EXTRA CREDIT: Keen.

"I like my justice like I like my coffee," she says. "With a spoon in it."

[bugofjustice.livejournal.com]

Tick saw what Jaye was holding. He quickly grabbed the test, pushed the mattress in slightly, threw the test into his room, and rejammed the doorway.

The Den of the Evil Tests sealed for now, Tick catches his breath before responding, "Justice also tastes great in a plastic cup!"

[fates_jaye]

"Plastic cup of justice. Got it. Tests got a little... violent on ya there, huh?"

[bugofjustice.livejournal.com]

"I don't think that want to be graded. They have the Crazy 'I's."

[fates_jaye]

"Um. They're sentient?"

[bugofjustice.livejournal.com]

"Haven't you seen them? They're out to get me!"

[2ls-in-oneill.livejournal.com]

[*Ded*]

[fates_jaye]

"Oh, right," Jaye says, eyes widening. "Those nasty tests have no respect for justice."

[bugofjustice.livejournal.com]

"No, they respect Justice! It's their entire raison d'etre! They just don't like red pens!"

[fates_jaye]

"Did you try using another color?"

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Tick looked confused. "It's grading... Grading is done with red. If I used another color, who knows what's going on?"

[fates_jaye]

"Riiiiiight. Um. I just came to drop that off, so I'm going to go... study... now."

[bugofjustice.livejournal.com]

"Have fun studying!" Tick looked at his mattress. He'd swear he could hear something growling behind it. He took his red felt tip pen and wrote "Do Not Enter! Angry tests inside!" on the underside of his mattress before walking away briskly.

[bugofjustice.livejournal.com]

1. E) All of the above, except D. Because while crime is spoon, of course, and it's very very bad, without crime we have no moral compass as to what is good. So crime in a way is good, because it tells us the difference between right and wrong and gives us the laws you strive to protect.


2. Allan Smithee. Justinian was such a front.


3. The Tick.


4. It's fluffy and savage and has big claws for gripping ice.


5. Sell tickets, though I'd make more money on concession sales.


EXTRA CREDIT: Keen.