Anakin Skywalker (
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Try Not to Die!!!! [Tuesday, July 19]
Anakin, despite not having lived on a desert in several decades--and having a wife who was from New England--was still a big baby very sensitive when it came to cold. And he'd learned that as long as you were warm, it didn't really matter how silly you looked.
Perhaps someone had just told him that based on the headgear he was currently sporting, thanks to the island's bizarre weather, which was certainly...something.
Bundled up in his Jedi robes and trying not to look like he was completely freezing, he gestured to a rack of the sort of snowgear that mountain climbers wore. "Put that on," he commanded. "The cold on the other side of the causeway is not messing around, and those suits have been fitting with tracking devices in case you wonder off. I would really hope you all take the name of this workshop to heart today and try not to die."
After the students were suitably dressed, he handed them GPS units and gave very brief instructions on how to use them, then stepped back from the clue box. "See you at the rendevous point."
Perhaps someone had just told him that based on the headgear he was currently sporting, thanks to the island's bizarre weather, which was certainly...something.
Bundled up in his Jedi robes and trying not to look like he was completely freezing, he gestured to a rack of the sort of snowgear that mountain climbers wore. "Put that on," he commanded. "The cold on the other side of the causeway is not messing around, and those suits have been fitting with tracking devices in case you wonder off. I would really hope you all take the name of this workshop to heart today and try not to die."
After the students were suitably dressed, he handed them GPS units and gave very brief instructions on how to use them, then stepped back from the clue box. "See you at the rendevous point."

Re: Detour: Build a Weapon
Yeah, Sam went for the weapon. Don't you judge. Maybe she just wanted to beat on some rocks.
"Don't see why we can't make a club," she grumbled the third time she had to retry to lash her sharpened rock to her stick. "A club is totally fine as a weapon."
She got her spear together -- eventually -- go her clue, and set out on her merry -- or very grumpy, rather -- way.