02-15-2020, 05:31 PM
Ambassadorial Academy, New Riga Branch
10:34 AM
Riley Nelson sat in the classroom, half-asleep, doodling in her notebook absentmindedly. Professor Hinton went on with his lecture, oblivious to the fact that only a couple of people were even paying attention. The class, a Semester-long course on the evolution of Diplomacy, was long and very dry. Riley despised it, and was only doing it for the credits it gave. An intern came in, gaining everyone's attention and (Thank Goodness) Stopping the lecture. "How may I help you?". The professor asked.
"Do you have a Riley Nelson? She's needed in the Selection Department".
Riley stood up, closing her notebook and gathering her stuff. She followed the intern down the hall, anxious. The Accelerated Selections were said to be happening soon, and Riley had been a very good student. They could be calling her down to finally become an Apprentice Ambassador and gain an assignment, and finally leave this school.
"Are they calling me down to assign me?".
She asked the intern. "Well, I can't tell you….." She Winked at Riley. "But I don't think you will be needing to attend school here for awhile". Riley got even more excited. "I see". She said, trying and failing to keep her excitement out of her voice.
The intern guided her to the door, and let her in, where three people sat on the other side of a desk. "Miss Nelson, welcome. Please, take a seat". The man in the center said, gesturing to the chair.
She complied, setting her stuff on the table next to her. The woman seated on the right started speaking. "Well, Miss Nelson, you probably already know why you are here. The Selection Committee has taken interest in you, and we would love to have you as an apprentice".
"Thank you. I am honored to be recognized like this".
"Well, you haven't got the spot yet. There are a few others vying for the spot as Apprentice Ambassador, and we need to break the tie. So, we crafted this test." She slid a thick packet of paper across the table. "This is a Diplomatic situation test. You have to decide the best course of action for each written situation. Best of luck to you, Miss Nelson".
The man in the center drew out a pencil and a stopwatch. He slid the pencil to Riley. "You will have an hour for this test, and I'll be timing you". He then gestured to the intern, who was sitting in the corner, observing. "Why don't you get Riley a glass of water. It is an hour long test, after all". She left the room, then came back with the glass of water and set it next to Riley.
"Thank you". Riley said, taking a sip. The man with the stopwatch nodded at her. "Ready, Miss Nelson?". She nodded back. "Begin".
Riley flew through the test, pacing herself so the proctors wouldn't get suspicious. She finished her water, and the intern went to refill it. About halfway through the packet, she started to feel tired and drowsy. Her head started drooping, and her writing hand slowed down. She forced herself to stay awake, opening her eyes, only to see the words blur together. "Miss Nelson?". The Proctor's voice sounded like an echo from far away. "Are you okay?". Her pencil slipped from her hand, and she collapsed on the floor.
The Proctor wasted no time, putting on a custodian's uniform, hiding Riley on a cart below a few boxes, taking the cart outside, and loading it into a waiting truck. Riley Nelson was captured.
10:34 AM
Riley Nelson sat in the classroom, half-asleep, doodling in her notebook absentmindedly. Professor Hinton went on with his lecture, oblivious to the fact that only a couple of people were even paying attention. The class, a Semester-long course on the evolution of Diplomacy, was long and very dry. Riley despised it, and was only doing it for the credits it gave. An intern came in, gaining everyone's attention and (Thank Goodness) Stopping the lecture. "How may I help you?". The professor asked.
"Do you have a Riley Nelson? She's needed in the Selection Department".
Riley stood up, closing her notebook and gathering her stuff. She followed the intern down the hall, anxious. The Accelerated Selections were said to be happening soon, and Riley had been a very good student. They could be calling her down to finally become an Apprentice Ambassador and gain an assignment, and finally leave this school.
"Are they calling me down to assign me?".
She asked the intern. "Well, I can't tell you….." She Winked at Riley. "But I don't think you will be needing to attend school here for awhile". Riley got even more excited. "I see". She said, trying and failing to keep her excitement out of her voice.
The intern guided her to the door, and let her in, where three people sat on the other side of a desk. "Miss Nelson, welcome. Please, take a seat". The man in the center said, gesturing to the chair.
She complied, setting her stuff on the table next to her. The woman seated on the right started speaking. "Well, Miss Nelson, you probably already know why you are here. The Selection Committee has taken interest in you, and we would love to have you as an apprentice".
"Thank you. I am honored to be recognized like this".
"Well, you haven't got the spot yet. There are a few others vying for the spot as Apprentice Ambassador, and we need to break the tie. So, we crafted this test." She slid a thick packet of paper across the table. "This is a Diplomatic situation test. You have to decide the best course of action for each written situation. Best of luck to you, Miss Nelson".
The man in the center drew out a pencil and a stopwatch. He slid the pencil to Riley. "You will have an hour for this test, and I'll be timing you". He then gestured to the intern, who was sitting in the corner, observing. "Why don't you get Riley a glass of water. It is an hour long test, after all". She left the room, then came back with the glass of water and set it next to Riley.
"Thank you". Riley said, taking a sip. The man with the stopwatch nodded at her. "Ready, Miss Nelson?". She nodded back. "Begin".
Riley flew through the test, pacing herself so the proctors wouldn't get suspicious. She finished her water, and the intern went to refill it. About halfway through the packet, she started to feel tired and drowsy. Her head started drooping, and her writing hand slowed down. She forced herself to stay awake, opening her eyes, only to see the words blur together. "Miss Nelson?". The Proctor's voice sounded like an echo from far away. "Are you okay?". Her pencil slipped from her hand, and she collapsed on the floor.
The Proctor wasted no time, putting on a custodian's uniform, hiding Riley on a cart below a few boxes, taking the cart outside, and loading it into a waiting truck. Riley Nelson was captured.
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