Let's Go Camping! - Friday, Third Period [06/02].

[sword_chocobro]

Gladio had been very busy that morning, laying the groundwork for today's class, so by the time he met everyone at the edge of the preserve as usual, he was pretty excited and met them with a faintly proud grin.

"Hey, guys," he said, nodding his greeting. "Hope you all brought some good hiking shoes today, because we're going to be doing a lot of walking today. As far as camping activities go, you really can't get much more basic than hiking, and while anyone can pretty much follow a trail, there are plenty of opportunities for those who want to go a little off the beaten path and do a little bit more exploring. Things like orienteering or geocaching or treasure hunting gives you the opportunity to get out into the wilderness with a particular goal in mind. Birdwatching and wildlife spotting can fall into those categories as well.

"Unfortunately," he huffed with amusement, "they can also be pretty good ways of getting lost. Which is why today, we're going to be focusing on learning some wilderness navigational skills to help you out when you're out in the woods, and then we're going to put those skills to use with a bit of a woodland scavenger hunt."

He held up a few rolled up maps and lists and grinned.

"You can decided to team up and work together or go it alone if you're feeling pretty confident and independent," he said, "but I've got some different colored flags hidden in various spots throughout the preserve for you to find. You've got some maps, compasses, and some hints to guide you along the way, and the goal is to find as many of them before the end of class as you can. And I'll let whoever ends up with the most have a say in what camping activity we embark in next week. How's that sound?

"But, before we get into that...let's try to not get lost, yeah? Anyone here not familiar with a compass...?"

20th Century Food Crimes, Friday 6/2, First Period

[stykera]

"Today," said Summer, with that look on her face that she hoped made people start sweating before she even needed to say much more, beatific and far too pleased with herself, "we are covering a few recipes that are criminal not so much in their combinations of ingredients, but rather, how they are presented. Remember, after all, that they say we do eat with our eyes first," all apologies to Ignis! Or rather, Ignis, you're welcome, for not having to bear witness to the things the rest of the class was about to see, "and so how a dish looks is important."

There were a number of looks Summer had that made Stark sweat. Not all of them in the same way. This was, in fact, one of them. “I’m concerned,” he said quietly.

Summer continued, her current look suggesting that Stark had every right to be concerned. Almost like he knew her, or something.

"I am proud," way too proud really, "to present to you all not only the infamous banana candles, but also this mushroom-stuffed plaice."

Oh no. Not the candles. Stark sighed rather more dramatically than strictly necessary, then got a good look at the second dish and had to duck his head. He couldn’t look right at it and he certainly couldn’t look at Summer right now. Not in front of other people.

"And then," Summer added, because wait, there's more! "I want you to all try my spicy muffnuts."

What? That's what they were called!

“Your what?” Stark asked, sure he’d misheard that somehow.

"Muffnuts," Summer repeated helpfully, and who was all sweet innocence now, huh? "I think you'll like them. They're spicy!

"Actually," she felt compelled to add, "not really. Like, at all, we're going by white suburbanites in the fifties level of spice here. So, like, spicy in the way mayo is spicy."

“Mayo isn’t spicy,” Stark said, frowning. “And…you think I’ll like your…muffnuts? Maybe we should just start cooking?” Maybe then he could take out his phone and look up whether or not that word meant what it sounded like it meant.

Flight & Flying, Friday

[suitably_heroic]

"Heyyy, how are you all doing?" Atton drawled. "Don't answer that, I don't want to know. Love the weather."

They were in the Danger Shop. Or specifically, they were standing on the rooftop of an apartment building far up in the sky, surrounded by clouds and similarily huge apartment buildings. It was dusk, and lights played inside many windows. People walked past the little parking lot they were on, and, oh.

It was raining. A lot.

"Today, you get to fly one of these dinky taxi cabs," Atton said, patting a very... boxy sort of flying vehicle lovingly on the side. "Your job today is to fly your paying customers wherever they want to go, no matter how annoying they are, as fast as you can, without flying into anybody." Beat. "And whoever gets the most of them to their destination within the hour wins."

He grinned.

"Instructions are taped to the mirror," he said cheerfully. "Enjoy your flight."