fandomhigh | Outdoor Adventures Time! Tuesday, period 1

“CLIFF DIVING.”

The class met this week on the edge of the preserve. Eliot, who had a large bag of supplies slung over his shoulder and a walking stick, gave Parker a bit of side-eye.

"Yes," he said. "After we hike out to the cliffs."

“Right, that,” Parker agreed. “I brought wetsuits again.” She pointed to a few duffel bags. “Because it’s warm out, but the water is still cold. And if you want to dive in just your clothes, that’s okay. I brought towels. But you might regret that is all I’m saying.”

"Those of you not into throwin' yourselves off cliffs," all, like, three of you, "I'll be setting up some campfires at the top. If you're interested, I can show you. If not . . . I got stuff for s'mores."

Parker was maybe rubbing off on him.

“Or you can do both,” Parker pointed out. “If you wanna dive for a bit and then decide you’re not up for it again. Or vice versa. No limits, people.”

"Only requirement is the hike," Eliot said. "Which you might wanna get used to, since stuff we're doin' on the island is all gonna involve walking to it. It's a shorter one today, though, only about ten minutes. Keep an eye out and see if you can spot any of Fandom's weirder wildlife."

Like those green deer people always talked about. Eliot hadn't really seen one. He wasn't chatty enough.

“Let’s get going, people! Hup hup hup!”

That last bit was for you, Eliot. Heee.

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At least one of whom was maybe wishing she had a little less supervising to do.

It was entirely possible Eliot could be goaded into jumping off the cliff, today. It wasn't that he didn't do that sort of thing.

Just, you know, usually he was being shot at first. Or getting hit by a car.

Poke. Poke poke poke. "Jump with meeeee."

"I didn't bring a wet suit."

That was a terrible reason.

"Pbbbbt." Parker is now silently laughing at you Eliot. "Never stopped you before. Like that time with the car ring."

"You mean when I was thrown off the pier," Eliot said. "After being hit by a car."

"You walked it off!" Pfftt, whatever, Eliot. "You haven't been hit by a car today."

"Exactly," Eliot said.

Parker waited. And waited. Then waited some more.

"So you're saying I have to hit you with a rickshaw first?"

Eliot sighed. "No. Please never hit me with a rickshaw." Other people didn't have to specify things like that. "Is it really that important to you that I jump off a cliff?"

"Yes. Pleeeeease. You know you want to!"

Honestly, Eliot had no real strong feelings either way on it. He was just stubborn.

"I'm s'posed to be the calm, zen-like teacher in this class."

Right. Like that was going to last.

"You've been zen for hours and hours." Okay, at least an hour and a half. "And you can be zen and jump off a cliff!" Probably. Eliot was capable of a lot of things.

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"Jumpin' off a cliff is kind of the opposite of zen."

Maybe. He was reasonably sure.

"You're not afraid." Said like a fact. "...right?"

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Parker was planning on hanging out here for hours, yes. And giving Eliot considering side-looks every once in a while.

After class, Edward trundled up to Parker with a grin on his face. "Professor Parker?" he said. "May I have a word?"

"Sure. What's up, Edward?" Parker was licking marshmallow off her fingers and grinning. And eyeing that cliff-face, because wheeeee!

"I spoke to Cosette about last week's class," Edward said, "We were thinkin' about going windsurfing again, and we were wondering if perhaps we could borrow some equipment..."

She'd been so accommodating about the jumping off a giant rock bit. And Cosette and Edward apparently did maybe-dating their way.

Parker considered that, chewing over the marshmallow and the idea.

"Shouldn't be a problem, on two conditions. Life-vests for both of you," she raised an eyebrow, "and call me when you go out, so I know to look for you if you're not back in a couple hours."

Edward held up his hands. "All right," he said, "On my honor, I'll call. And do the life vest thing."

He was almost going to be disappointed later to find out pirate ships did not do life vests. Almost. "Thank you."

"No problem. Keep a close eye on her, okay?" Parker was giving him a shrewd, assessing look. "She did okay last week, but it wasn't totally easy for her."

"Oh, I will," Edward said, and he actually sounded earnest for a second. "But she's the adventurous kind. Don't want to hover too close either."

He liked her being the adventurous kind.

Parker gave him a grin, then looked over at Eliot, who seemed to be assessing the cliff jump. "Adventures are awesome with people who appreciate that stuff."

And Hardison too, even if he had to be dragged along bitching and yelling that he was a genius and didn't deserve this kind of treatment.

"By the way, if you have any ideas for future classes..." Edward would be someone who would have them, she was sure.

Edward looked startled - he didn't get that sort of request often. "...None at the moment," he had to admit. "But I'll think about it this week and come to you next if I think of anything."

He just had to switch his brain into the right gear.