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Walter looks like a kid about to play one of his favorite games today. He's smiling and sipping something cold from a paper cup that has a long-handled plastic spoon sticking out of it.

There are kits set out for the students' use today. Each kit contains a strip of surgical tape, a microchip in a plastic vial, two cell phone-sized boxes that bear strange resemblances to compasses, a pair of walkie talkies, and a handout on how to triangulate.

"Since I am discouraged from actively inserting anything subdermally in students, the surgical tape will have to do," Walter announces, apropos of nothing once the students have settled themselves. He sounds a tad disgruntled, but a sip from his cup seems to help his mood.

"Today we'll be working with hands on applications of geometry, but I have been reminded that this is summer camp, so I am endeavoring to make it more jocular." Clearly Walter thinks that most things can be made jocular with the right mindset, but not everyone has his imagination.

"Today we will be playing a version of hide and seek. Break down into groups of three. Since we have 14 students, I will be in one of the groups." He nearly clapped his hands together at the prospect.

"One student will be the hider. That lucky person will tape one of the chips to the back of his or her neck and hide anywhere on the island. We'll give you..." he paused and thought about it. "A ten minute head start. You can agree among your groups whether the hider should choose a place and stay in it or whether he or she can lead you on a merry chase.

"Next week I will have a prize for all students who found their hider within three hours. Now get going!"*

[ooc: So sorry! No excuses but confusing life. ~~Two minutes for OCD please.~~ *He'll forget the prizes. Sorry.]

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Walter's very excited to have the opportunity to play with his students, although he's looking very expectantly at one student in particular.

He doesn't even need to tape a chip to his neck. How exciting!

Peter was going to keep an eye on his father, so that meant being in his group.

"Interesting application," he admitted. "I like it."

Walter beamed at him. Praise from Peter seemed to do that to him any time he was paying attention, and lately he'd been paying very close attention.

"Practical, yet entertaining," he agreed, "Like LSD."

Peter glanced about, wondering if anyone else had heard that statement as well.

"There are practical applications to LSD?" he ventured, not certain he wanted to hear the answer.

"Of course!" Walter enthused. "There are therapeutic uses, creative uses, and others that should best not be addressed in mixed company."

He smiled and gestured as though conducting a little symphony with a fingertip. Actually Walter drawing the lysergic acid diethylamide molecule in the air.

Well, there was a glimmer of sense there, at least.

"So am I the lucky one who gets the chip taped to them?" Peter asked, assuming that he was always the guinea pig.

"That won't be necessary, son," Walter said, and looked briefly just a little bit abashed. "I already have one of my own."

His face wrinkled into an expression of remembrance, and whatever he was remembering wasn't a happy thing. "Another one, that is. Even subdermal implants can be... lost."

Ah, Walter and his ever-changing moods.

"Is this something that the institution put in you, or was this just the product of a boring afternoon at the toothpaste lab?" Peter snarked, though the question was also the product of genuine curiosity.

"Oh no, they wouldn't do that at St. Claire's," Walter said. "Despite their inhuman cuisine and subhuman 'therapeutic' techniques, that apparently exceeds their limits on 'human rights.'"

"So you decided you needed a tracking device of your own free will," Peter said. "Who actually knows about it? I mean, a tracking chip doesn't do much good unless people know about it."

"You know about it, of course," Walter said, although he was thinking of older Peter and not young Peter. "And Agent Dunham and Asterix."

"Agent who?" Peter said, a little puzzled. He let the Asterix bit slide as that just sounded like nonsense.

"Agent Dunham," Walter repeated. "You would like her, Peter. She's a fine woman. You should remember that."

"I'll remember," Peter said, shaking it off as Walter being Walter. "You know, for when I've decided I'm into older women."

"You should," Walter said blithely. "An older woman could open new vistas for you." Boundaries? Walter? Naaaaaah.

"But Olivia is not what you would expect."

"Right now, I'm mostly worried because it feels like you're playing matchmaker," Peter said.

And that was mildly creepy to Peter.

"I think I can manage my dating just fine."

"Future history says otherwise," Walter stated.

He had his reasons for thinking Peter and Olivia would make a good couple - a suitable couple - but his most recent and selfish reason for thinking that was that if they had been a couple, maybe Peter wouldn't have left. Maybe she could have helped Walter tell Peter and he vwould have taken the news better. Maybe....

He blinked repeatedly and said, "Do you know how to use this tracker?"

"I think I know well enough," Peter said. "Hopefully Emma or Dana will help me with the whole triangulation part."

He was wondering if people were worried about teaming up with the teacher.

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