fandomhigh | Escape Artistry: Week 2, Period 3 (Thurs. 07/17)

When students entered the Danger Shop, they'd find themselves transported to the lush, green bank of a huge river. The water in front of them was deep. How deep? Let's stick with very. The water was also dark, meaning if students looked very closely they might chance to see the shadow of creatures lurking beneath the surface. Tied to the riverbank was a large raft with 20 oars, 5 bags of food, and 5 bags of medicine. Should any students be blessed with super sight, they might be able to see the massive rocks dotting the path to the other side through the dense fog that hung in the air.

Again, Ronon was standing in front of the scene, not looking particularly pleased while he waited for the majority of students to show up.

"Everybody on the raft!" Ronon's voice boomed above any chatting that may have been taking place. "Each of you will take a turn guiding us across the river. Try not to kill anyone or lose your supplies and we'll call it a good escape."

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Everyone rowed left and the raft just touched the edge of the rock as it went past.

The crew member on the back right corner fell into the water. "Help! Help! Piranhas!"

Warren had to resist the urge to bury his face in his hand and grumble.

It was not easy to do.

Instead, he was going to run to the back right corner of the raft, lay down, and hold the oar out to the stupid person who had to go and fall in.

The rest of the crew stared, having expected more verbal abuse from their leaders by now. The idiot in the water climbed back onto the raft, a piranha clinging to his leg.

"Don't fall in," Warren growled at the rest of the crew before moving to take his place at the head of the raft. "Just... keep rowing."

Playing the leader wasn't really Warren's strong point. But at least he'd mastered the dirty look and growl combination while giving orders.

They kept rowing, horrified to see yet another giant mound of rock blocking their path to safety and shore.

The kid with the piranha on his leg started crying.

"Someone, get the fish offa the kid," Warren groaned, "and the rest of you, try steering right, this time!"

Some kind soul grumbled but went to assist the piranha kid. Everyone else rowed their hearts out, managing to just get clear of the rocks.

Up ahead, nothing but shore. Well, shore and a teacher.

Shore and a teacher were always a good sign, weren't they?

Warren, however, was paranoid.

"If any of you fall in again before we reach the shore, I swear I'll burn all your faces off," he grumbled.

"Look who survived," Ronon said gruffly, watching the crew disembark crankily. None had died on the way to shore, mostly out of fear which was to be expected.

Warren shrugged a shoulder dismissively.

"You expected otherwise?"

Ronon snorted, "'Might've been wondering. Burn their faces?"

He approved motivation, he just liked getting their reactions to these things.

Warren did an admirable job not looking too much like a deer in the headlights, there. Oops.

"It worked?" Well, it had. "Empty threat anyhow, if they get eaten by piranhas. No face left to burn."

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