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fandomhigh2018-05-20 11:29 pm
firstofitskind) wrote in fandomhigh2018-05-20 11:29 pm
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Climbing & Caving, Monday Period 3
The students had all been handwavily informed that today's lesson would be held in the Danger Shop. Perhaps not surprisingly, given the nature of the class, when they entered the room they'd find themselves standing at the mouth of a cave.
Liam waited until it looked like everyone had arrived before he began to speak.
"After giving it some thought, if you can prove to my satisfaction that you are in fact invulnerable, or close enough to it, you can forgo the helmet," he informed them. "If you've got the kind of head that will bruise or bleed if you bang it on a rocky ceiling, though, I don't care how tough you think you are, you're strapping that helmet on. And for those of you capable of creating your own light sources, please just indulge me and carry a flashlight as a backup."
"That being said," he gestured to the cave mouth and flicked on the lamp on his own helmet, "it's time to get started."
The mouth of the cave was just wide and tall enough that someone Liam's size could slip through without having to do much more than duck his head. So while Sidon might have to squeeze a bit to get in, everyone else should be able to follow him in without any problems. Sorry, Sidon.
The tunnel at the entrance sloped downward as it gradually got wider, until there was finally space enough for everyone to stand next to each other instead of single file. Of course, by that point, the light from the cave mouth was all but gone. The only light now would be coming from the headlamps... or from those who could make their own light. There were various rock formations jutting from the ceiling and the ground, and from somewhere indecipherable, the sound of dripping water.
"So these," he said, gesturing to a cluster of rock formations. "Are called speleothems. The ones hanging from the ceiling are stalactites, and the ones jutting up from the ground are stalagmites. They form at a rate of about a centimeter every thousand years or so, as minerals dissolved in water drip down from the ceiling, one drop at a time. If we were in a real-world location, I'd discourage actually touching anything you don't absolutely need to, but since this is an artificial environment, there's nothing to disturb, so go ahead."
Liam waited until it looked like everyone had arrived before he began to speak.
"After giving it some thought, if you can prove to my satisfaction that you are in fact invulnerable, or close enough to it, you can forgo the helmet," he informed them. "If you've got the kind of head that will bruise or bleed if you bang it on a rocky ceiling, though, I don't care how tough you think you are, you're strapping that helmet on. And for those of you capable of creating your own light sources, please just indulge me and carry a flashlight as a backup."
"That being said," he gestured to the cave mouth and flicked on the lamp on his own helmet, "it's time to get started."
The mouth of the cave was just wide and tall enough that someone Liam's size could slip through without having to do much more than duck his head. So while Sidon might have to squeeze a bit to get in, everyone else should be able to follow him in without any problems. Sorry, Sidon.
The tunnel at the entrance sloped downward as it gradually got wider, until there was finally space enough for everyone to stand next to each other instead of single file. Of course, by that point, the light from the cave mouth was all but gone. The only light now would be coming from the headlamps... or from those who could make their own light. There were various rock formations jutting from the ceiling and the ground, and from somewhere indecipherable, the sound of dripping water.
"So these," he said, gesturing to a cluster of rock formations. "Are called speleothems. The ones hanging from the ceiling are stalactites, and the ones jutting up from the ground are stalagmites. They form at a rate of about a centimeter every thousand years or so, as minerals dissolved in water drip down from the ceiling, one drop at a time. If we were in a real-world location, I'd discourage actually touching anything you don't absolutely need to, but since this is an artificial environment, there's nothing to disturb, so go ahead."
Squeeze Time [C&C 05/21]
This time, the path sloped gradually upward, until after a minute or two sunlight began to filter down into the tunnel until yay, you were outside!
Re: Squeeze Time [C&C 05/21]
Peridot only had to duck her head a little bit, and that was mostly just if she didn't want her hair to drag along the top of the tunnel.
Re: Squeeze Time [C&C 05/21]
But he had cleared it! Splendid! He was glad to be doing this activity now, while he was still so small, because the thought of doing this in a few years' time at his rate of growth would likely be impossible! How fortuitous! And the last time he felt so grateful to feel sun on his face and take a deep breath of fresh air was when he fought his way out of that octorok.
And already, he wanted to go back and try it again!
Re: Squeeze Time [C&C 05/21]
She was quite pleased to see that sunlight, though. This class was maybe going to be a bit harder than she thought.
Re: Squeeze Time [C&C 05/21]
Or even a lotta bit of rock and dirt.