Headmaster Sussman has sent you a letter of acceptance into the /prog/warts school for lispcraft and wizardry.
-Do you accept?
-Which house would you join (assuming the quicksorting hat put you where you wanted to be)?
(Compilyndor, S-expreserin, Parenpuff, Lambdaclaw)
Leah pulled her shawl tighter around her body as she hurried along the dark road to the Snake’s Head. This would be the second time she was meeting with the headmaster, and she had to make a good impression: she needed this job. Her first meeting had gone very well, she thought. She had fallen into a real recursive trance and actually generated a sequential string of prime numbers. What luck! Things had really been going well lately, except now she was running late.
Leah quickened her pace, her shoes clacking on the cobbled road. For the week since her last meeting with the headmaster, she had been planning all the mysterious things she could say to him, heightening her chances of the job. She wanted to fake another trance but the problem was, she didn’t know what it was like to be in one. She didn’t remember anything about actually being in it. To make things worse, she can't use her one talent, the serpent language of Python, to force a trance. This frustrated her greatly.
She reached the door of the inn and yanked it open. A bell tinkled somewhere out the back. She didn’t hang around in the main parlour, but instead headed straight up to the room above where she had met with the headmaster last time. She reached the door and, hoping he was also running late, pulled it open. Unfortunately, there he was sitting in the armchair in front of the fire.
Cons drew his two beautifully forged parenthesizes from their sheathes, the air filling with a glorious ring. Normally a weapon not wielded by the nomads, he had been gifted the pair by the Sussman himself and learned to use them well.