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Though she hasn't been doing it much in the recent year, Vespa is finding herself more and more training in the wilderness of the routes rather than cooping herself in her own room, making ridiculous power point presentations about a reality that doesn't exist. She still does that, of course, finding comfort and joy in it, however ... Like Cassandra Kubrick has been growing in those weeks and months passing, she feels the urge and the desire to catch up, too. And for that, it should be allowed to skip over some homework, right? It's not like anyone is truly bothered and at her neck for her own education ...[break]
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"Hm? Let's check this out, Squad," she hums upon looking at a house that she noticed before, but since she hasn't been all that enthusiastic about going to this route and all in particular, it's still a little foreign to her. When she enters, she realises it's a 'Trick House', some sort of riddle-housing mansion, sporting a couple of mazes and other things that participants may try their hand at. If successful, a prize awaits at the end - if not, however ... Vespa grins. "Easy as pie, right, my guys?" she looks to the Falinks who are already giving her a determined look, standing in formation - the young student first, followed by the brass, followed by five troopers.[break]
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The first four rooms have been pretty alright and she manages to bruteforce her way through somehow without having to extend a single brain cell that she definitely does have (she does not). However, as she enters the rooms with the Mechadolls and finds herself confronted with trivia questions ... urgh. "How should I know? Can't you just challenge me to a fight?" Vespa groans, scratching the back of her head as the Falinks look pretty bummed out, too. Who even needs to know that ... She sighs, just when the door opens again. How long did she even spend in here? Ugh ...

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