Motor City Rush (Job, Solo)

The written exam: no problem! Siennah hid her satisfied smile behind one of her voluminous sleeves. Yes, finally something that was well within the petite woman’s skill set! Hah! Too bad the older gentleman handing back the paper exams didn’t seem impressed, or even all there. His dark eyes focused somewhere beyond the papers he handed back, and somewhere past all of the hopeful exam-takers. It was like he wished he could be anywhere else aside from the exam building, like he was all too aware of the fact that he was slowly dying and was paralyzed into an overwhelming apathy from it. Or he just plain didn’t care.

Shifting her gaze, Siennah saw that most of the other uniformed workers in the room sported similar expressions. All of them seemed drawn somehow, or like they were half-asleep. It smelled like stale coffee. In that moment, Siennah imagined that coffee went cold in this building every morning, every afternoon, and every evening. Maybe they just let it go cold. Siennah frowned, and hid that behind her sleeve as well.

Siennah didn’t say anything, padding over to the next waiting area for the practical exam. It…it wasn’t like she was looking for praise or anything. She twisted a strand of her black hair, idly folding her paper exam and placing it in her planner. Well, maybe she’d show everyone at the guild later. Likely, someone there would be happy if they found out Siennah could drive. That is, if she passed the practical.

Now, all she had to do was wait for the examiner to arrive.

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The member 'SiennahBurke' has done the following action : Dice Rolls

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And speaking of ‘checked out,’ the driving examiner slunk into the room. His face was nearly touching his iLac, and the device’s glow cast a cold green light against his face and hair. The examiner waved over Siennah, barely taking the time to even see the wizard’s face.

Siennah and the dark-haired examiner ended up in a compact magic four-wheeler. It was supposedly a new model, where the magic energy consumption was compensated by solar power generated from several lacrima on the roof. There was a trunk with generous room for carting groceries back and forth. No doubt, most people would have described this as the ultimate mom-mobile of magical four-wheelers.

The neutral grounds had a driving course all set up, including false buildings and stoplights. A handful of other examiner and student pairs also roamed the course in their own vehicles—magical or not. During the drive, the examiner continued to use his iLac, several times telling Siennah to make abrupt turns with little or no warning. All Siennah could make out was that there was some sort of game on the iLac that the instructor was playing.

Although the instructor’s face screwed up in annoyance each time, Siennah drove at a steady, if somewhat slow pace.

“Whatever you’re looking for will be there when we get there. I’m sure of it,” was all the dark-haired woman would say when the instructor pressed her to move quicker.

The various rules were more challenging to remember when behind the wheel. But, given that he was attached to his iLac, the examiner didn’t seem to notice the few mistakes Siennah made. If anything, he didn’t seem to even remember what he was supposed to be doing, unless Siennah didn’t turn the ‘right’ direction for his game.

At the end of the examination, the instructor simply waved Siennah on to the next part of the process, without a word.

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