Outdoor Adventure Time, Part 2 - Tuesday, Second Period

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[Class #1: The Higher Than a Kite Job]

“You all came back!” Well, not all of them. But several of them were familiar. Parker had sent out an email to meet at a portal to the Maryland mountainside for their first class, and to wear light-weight clothes and bring shoes they could run in. “We’re hiking in a bit.” She grinned. “To where we left the equipment!”

"Hope none of you are afraid of heights," Eliot said. "Or, you know, developed a fear of 'em in the last two weeks. Today we're going hang gliding."

He figured that would get most of 'em excited enough for the hike, right there.

“And we have helmets and instructors and stuff, and you’re going to have to be careful,” Parker said at the speed of sound. “Oh. If you haven’t taken one of our classes before, I’m Parker. This is Eliot.”

"We know most of you, but what the hell, it's tradition. Go ahead and introduce yourselves, tell us why you picked the class, that sorta thing. When we get to the top of the trail, I figure none of you'll want to think about more than the instructions and getting off the ground anyway."

“And there will be snacks.” Parker nodded solemnly. “I’ll never break that promise.”

Adventuring!

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Once again, class would be held in the Danger Shop. Because there was a Danger Shop and no self-respecting hacker nerd like Hardison would be able to forgive themself for holding a class anywhere but the Danger Shop if that was a possibility. Today, however, when the class opened the door into the Danger Shop, they'd find themselves in a tavern called The Thief and Hitter, a name that made him smile every time he looked at it. Anyone familiar with epic fantasy movies or video games would feel right at home, with the scarred wooden tables, the roaring fire with a pig roasting on a spit, and a thickly-muscled barkeep standing behind a long wooden counter while several pretty ladies (and a few pretty lads, too, Hardison was equal-opportunity) waited tables, bringing over battered metal tankards filled with brown ale and heaping plates of mutton and bowls of stew. If the barkeep looked like the manager of a local diner on one of his surlier days and if one of the blonde serving girls was helping herself to money pouches, well, surely those were coincidental.

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Just as the last of the introductions and explanations were over, a stout, well-armored dwarf woman reached down to her belt for her money pouch, only to discover it missing. "Thief!" she shouted, pointed to the man next to her, and took a swing. Within seconds the entire tavern was engulfed in a brawl. The only spot of relative calm was around the table of students. "Uh-oh," Hardison said, though he was grinning. "Looks like there's a big fight between y'all and the exit. Looks like you need to find a way to get outta here, whether you wanna fight your way out, sneak out, or find another way. Good luck!"