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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.
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.
Re: Talk to the Teachers
Re: Talk to the Teachers
And then, since she was all making eye contract and not about to spontaneously combust out of mortification, he shrugged. "Fine." He stood up and shrugged out of his overshirt (showing that he still hadn't given up on wearing undershirts, at least to class), then bent down to start untying his boots.
If he was going to do this without being on the run for his life, he was going to get to do it without steel toed anchors on his feet.
Re: Talk to the Teachers
"Leaving the other one still perfectly capable of watching a fire," Kathy noted. Because of logic. And arithmetic.
Though right now Kathy was very studiously poking at said fire, mostly because ogling a teacher--especially in front of his girlfriend--would be Wrong.