Paintball! Some More! Tuesday, August 12

[heroic_jawline]

There were...there were a lot of trees in the paintball area today. Where did they come from? Where would they go? Shhhh, these were not important questions. There even a few little towers scattered around the area where someone might get a good view around them! Because the teachers (Tony) was so very extra in making things happen.

"So, today we'll be working on a longer range engagement for you all," Tony said, setting out the modified paintball guns that soooorta looked like sniper rifles.

Steve was going to overlook any squeals of excitement. McGarrett. "Think of it as a giant 'floor is lava' game," Steve said. "You have to pick each other off from the high ground."

"No flying, anyone." That was just harsh, Tony.

Steve clapped his hands together. "Okay, let's go!"

(Even More) American National Park Tours with Sam Eagle, Tuesday 8/12, 1st period

[but_mostly_america]

“Today we shall be going to Montana, students!” Sam announced. “To Glacier National Park which is not to be confused with Glacier Bay National Park which is in Alaska! We shall not be visiting Alaska today!”

“The park in Alaska contains far more glaciers though the one in Montana though that one is over one million acres in area! Huge! Enormous! Awe-inspiring. And, I might add, home to impressive wildlife including bald eagles!” Always important, after all.

“While we are there do not get lost in the wilderness! I will not be sending out a search party and the rangers have other things to do with their time!”

You could try keeping the group together and supervising them, Sam…

“I recommend the hiking trails for some of you. The visitor centers for others. Or you can simply enjoy the majesty of the American Wilderness!”

And with that extremely useful introduction to an impressive park, Sam was standing at the waiting portal, gesturing with a wing, and impatiently tapping a giant felt foot.

Beach! [Tuesday, 2nd Period]

[good_for_six]

Class was back on the actual beach again, where Isabela was looking particularly cheerful.

"The thing about the beach is that you can do almost anything there," she started, only for a hillock of sand to appear and some kind of...was it a ground hog? Or maybe a wombat? Some kind of large burrowing animal to emerge and hand her a sealed pamphlet before vanishing back under the earth.

Aphra leaned over to read the title of the pamphlet. "'Things you cannot not do while having fun on Fandom's beaches'," she read. "According to who?"

Isabela shrugged and broke the seal, the pamphlet immediately unfolding into many more pages than should even have fitted in there in the first place. After several long minutes of perusing the list and exchanging pointed commentary with each other, they finally paid attention tot he class again.

"Apparently the only thing you can do to have fun at the beach is to stand ten foot away and look respectfully at it from a distance," Isabela said finally.

Aphra pointed to a spot on one of the pages. "After you've gotten the beach's informed consent, in writing to look at it."

Isabela nodded very seriously, then shoved the pamphlet down the front of her shirt. "Good thing pirates aren't overly fond of rules. So just have fun on the beach your way."