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How To Avoid Misadventure, Monday

"After you pick your companions," Alistair said, looking dapper and smiling a little and generally trying not to let Morrigan's presence get to him this time, "The next thing you must consider is what you pack. You can't bring everything with you, but if you find yourself in the midst of trouble, you'll need a few things to get out of it again. As it were. Weapons and armor are an obvious must, of course, but those won't make your fire at night. Or keep your feet warm."

"And whatever you chose to take, 'tis you who must carry it," Morrigan pointed out helpfully. "Pack animals can run off, be stolen, or eaten. They also require food, which is more to carry."

"So how much you do take with you should also depend on how tall you are, or how skinny," Alistair provided. "Morrigan here can't carry all that much, for instance. Of course, she's a mage--" Look at him trying to play nice here, Morrigan, "--so she can start her own fires. But that's all the kind of thing you need to keep in mind, or you're going to run into some nasty surprises." Beat. "Like pits. Trust me, you don't want to fall into any of those without having a rope on hand."

"Magic is not a toy," Morrigan reprimanded him, giving Alistair an annoyed glance. "Why waste my energy making fire when a flint will do?"

"Which is something else to keep in mind; if you expend too much energy making fires or walking, you will be ill-equipped to handle an ambush. Rest when needed, and either secure your packs tightly enough they stay on while fighting, or easy to shrug off."

"Oh, I don't know, because it might be more economical?" Alistair shot back. "It's not like we're talking about blood magic." He crossed his arms. "Anyway, so you'll need weapons. You'll need a way to make fire, you'll need rope, you'll need food and water, and of course, a change of clothes. Adventuring gets very smelly after a while, take it from me."

"'Tis your choice," she said mildly. "If I am too drained to electrocute a Darkspawn that wants you for dinner because I had to light all your fires, 'twould be a shame."

"Well, there's another one for the list of supplies on our fake adventure," Alistair said. Seriously, Morrigan? "Plenty of lyrium vials for the witch with no stamina."

"I've heard tales of Grey Warden stamina," she said sweetly. "So far, none of them seem to be true, so be sure to pack any healing or stamina potions as well."

"I don't want to talk to you about my stamina," Alistair concluded.

"A sore-spot, p'haps?" she asked, zeroing in on him like a fox that had spotted a rather delicious - and dumb - chicken.

"Go," she said, waving the children off. "Fill your packs with things from the ~~moddable~~ pile. You'll have to justify your choices to us all."

Then, of course, it was back to needling Alistair while the students worked.

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You only get to bring one pack of stuff, and you can only take as much as you'd be able to carry over a long distance yourself.

They've thoughtfully supplied both backpacks and a whole stack of moddable supplies. Food, vials, clothes... and such useful things as twine, socks, lint, and what appears to be a... container for cheeses.

Alistair might be wanting that back later.

Mercy packed some food, a change of clothes (and some extra socks), rope, flint and steel, canteens for water, and a warm blanket.

"Practical," Morrigan approved, looking over Mercy's choices. "Yet easy to carry."

Mercy smiled, relieved that she'd guessed well. "Thanks."

"Uh, Let's see," Jack pondered aloud as he counted the items off on his fingers. "Map. Compass. Flashlight. First-Aid Kit. Pocket Knife. Flint and steel kit. Water bottle and filter. Clothes. If we're going in this weather I'd add boots, thermal underwear and a down jacket. Annnnnd, A tent. Preferably one without an AI."

Though the one Fargo had was pretty sweet.

"Why would you wish a tend without an a-eye?" Morrigan asked, the unfamiliar word heavy in her mouth. "Is it a detriment?"

Quinn made her best attempt at packing light, since she supposed she had to assume she wouldn't have ~~Puck~~ some strong and slightly dumb boy she could get to carry her bag. She took a bunch of potions, rope, two clean shirts, clean underwear, a pile of energy bars, clean socks, and matches.

She frowned at the water for a while before taking a fairly small bottle. So essential, yet so heavy.

"'Tis a good selection, covering a little bit of everything," Morrigan approved. "Although you may wish to take extra water, if you can carry it."

Ariel did allow some space for the things like food and some water and a cute hat and an extra change of clothes and probably about three pairs of shoes (different terrain, different shoes, right?), but she needed at least a handful of dinglehoppers, a couple of thingamabobs, and at least five whatchamacallits. In her defense, they could make for very good weapons and tool in a pinch.

Granted, they could all do what the Swiss army knife would do, too, there was one of them, and she had the benefit of some of the stuff being in cool bottles that would become useful even after they were used, and, ooh, a book, and...well, she would have liked to have a candelabra, but there wasn't one in the pile, and she figured it wouldn't fit anyway. OOh, a compass and a map and another map and...well, she didn't know what that was, but it was shiny, and so in it went.

However, one thing could be said about Ariel's packing methods: she was incredibly good at figuring out how to fit a lot of stuff into a very small bag.

"What are you doing?"

"Packing for an adventure!" Ariel announced happily, with a smile as she fitted in a book of matches, but then removed one of the maps. Hey, if she was adventuring, there was a good chance she'd find more swag, so she should probably leave a little space for new things. But the question seemed a bit...odd coming from the instructor and everything, so the smile faded into a look of concern as she looked over at Morrigan and asked, "That's the assignment, right?"

"Where is your blanket?" Morrigan asked. "A bedroll? A tanned hide to keep the rain off?"

She looked at the amount of whatchamacallits. "And what, in the name of the Fade, are those to be used for?"

Ariel shrugged a little, with a faint, proud smile at the whatchamacallits. "You know, if I get bored," she offered. "You're right, though, a bedroll's a really good idea, and, hey, if I get some string together, I can make it like another backpack, so I won't need to take up any space in my bag for it. And if it rains, well, I like the rain; believe me, I don't mind getting wet."

Miley? Was packing clothes. Lots of clothes. Some of them were really cute! But she did make an effort to include clothes for a variety of temperatures, including three pairs of Uggs.

Then her luggage wouldn't close. Of course.

"Anyone up for bouncing up and down on this bag?" she called.

Glad to see someone else who wasn't about to limit themselves in their packing, Ariel had to chuckle a little and raise her hand. "I'll help!" she chimed in. "There's nothing breakable in there, though, right?"

Not being one to consider such things, Miley had to give that some thought before she answered, running back over her selections in her head. "Maybe a belt buckle?" she finally guessed. "But you're pretty little, so it should be fine."

This was the thought process that had once nearly gotten her brother's car totalled with the two of them inside.

Ariel considered that a little, too, and she nodded. "I'd be really surprised if I managed to snap something like that," she admitted. "So I'll hop on to hold it down and you try to get the zipper going, right?"

"Yup," Miley said brightly. The bag was currently almost double its usual size, packed with things as it was, and she wasn't even positive it would even be able to zip, but if it was even remotely possible? She'd get it done.

"Go for it," she said, patting the top of the bag.

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"You understand that you do have to carry that yourself, do you not?" Morrigan asked, taking in Miley's packing with an arched eyebrow. "Terrain is hardly ever a smooth road."

"I could manage it," Miley chirped, even though she was totally not even remotely sure of that. "It's not that heavy."

"For days on end, up a mountain chasing a madwoman?" Morrigan replied. "I rather think you'll be leaving items by the trail by the second hour, like breadcrumbs to follow home."

"Nah," Miley said, standing her ground with her chin up. "I think I'd do okay."

Elphaba thought about this for quite a bit as she weighed her options. She eventually settled on food, a single change of clothes (but three changes of socks), paper and pencil, a small blanket, and a ball of twine.

She thought she was missing something though, and sat trying to figure out what it was.

"You still need water and a bedroll," Morrigan called out as she walked past. "Unless you prefer to sleep in trees."

"Right, of course," Elphaba said, shaking her head at her own oversight. "Though sleeping in trees wouldn't be so bad, if you prevent yourself from falling out."

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