Brutal Boot Camp - Day 1

[disciplines]

Who: Alleyne and anyone/everyone going to boot camp
What: Day 1 in a week of intensive training and educating the masses
When: May 11th
Where: A forest right on the border of the Dead Zone
Rating: S for Shenanigans (Shouldn't be more than PG13 at most)

The elf waited at the crack of dawn, standing firm in the lobby, carrying only a small pack on her shoulders and gripping her staff tight. She had on a simple mantle over her usual green outfit, hood down, taping one of the capped ends of her weapon against the ground. A commanding presence and sense of enthusiasm radiated off of her almost, a slight, sadistic grin on her lips.

Alleyne never smiles. Those who saw that glimpse of happiness knew from the onset this trip would be a horrible, grueling experience. Those who knew not could remain blissfully unaware, thinking of her just as a teacher happy to help anyone learn.

"Time to go, hope you all can keep up!" she said as she lead them out as close to the Dead Zone as they could get, making them walk the last bit of the trip through thick woods. She stepped through them as one would expect an elf to, watching everyone hack their way through behind her.

She found a suitable spot about an hour into their walk, a stream nearby. She stopped and began to make camp, inviting everyone over to sit down and take a good look at their new surroundings.

"This is our home for the next week. Get used to it and treat it well."

The sun peeked in through the canopy, illuminating the area beautifully. If you're going to be stuck there, may as well be somewhere easy on the eyes.

[Bag Inspection | Poison Ivy | Tents and Campfires]

[OOC: There's still time to join! Throw them in anywhere! Open to anyone ever! Prose or action-spam is perfectly okay! IC Info Post | OOC Info Post]

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Bag Inspections

[disciplines]

[Alleyne sits on a nearby log, digging in her own pack. It's small, looking like it'd barely hold enough supplies for a day, let alone a week. How much did you overpack compare to her?

You can get what you brought inspected by her or you can show off what you did bring to others.]

[dubtalia]

[From his own shares of war, the man in his sailor uniform for training never seems to learn any experience. Would this change him for good?

After a long tired trip from even trying to wake himself up, the Italian plop himself on the ground. Italy is not too far from where others and Alleyne are. He had carried a sack of his own clothes and a special suitcase for something else.]

Man, so much walking is making me hungry. Can we start a fire for this? [Italy asks as he opens his suitcase. Inside is what appears to be pasta sticks, a bottle of wine, fruit, tomato sauce, a huge pot, and other ingredients for pasta.] Also, where is the water nearby for this?

[shipper_on_deck]

[oooh food. Walkin' right up to this cute guy.]

Now that's some smart packing.

[dubtalia]

[Oooh, pretty lady. Turns to her and nods his head, smiling.]

Si, it is. Food is importante. And I wouldn't mind sharing them with you, bella!

[disciplines]

[Just...staring. Honestly she's sort of impressed you could haul all that this far. On the other hand...it's spaghetti. And alcohol.

Conclusion: You're very new at this.]

If you insist on it, you'll have to boil some from the stream for a while to make sure it's potable. Though is that all you brought?

[ex_avenged224]

[Alleria's pack is similarly stocked as Alleyne's, though she also has arrows in the quiver at her back. Like, a lot of arrows.

She's leaning against a tree right now sharpening an arrowhead, actually. Elves!!]

[hyuuga]

[Hinata also only packed a few things. Though really, in her bag is just a sleeping bag and some extra supplies for those who forgot. Because there almost always is someone who forgets something. Everything else is hidden away in pockets and their respective holders on her person.

She's currently double-checking everything to make sure she didn't leave anything behind.]

Re: Bag Inspections

[psych0p0mps]

[Aradia packed fairly light, trying not to rely on her sylladex for once. Most of the space in her pack is occupied by a change of clothes and some dried food, but she's also got a canteen, a lighter, a Swiss Army knife, and a first aid kit, and a sleeping bag tied on top of the backpack. Naturally, she brought her archaeology kit too.

As for the gear on her person, she wore her sturdy traveling clothes, and her hidden razor-whip braces. The dagger Alleyne made her, as well as a generic short sword, are sheathed at her waist. Because what self-respecting Assassin would go outside without at least three kinds of weapon on them.

Also, an archaeologist's hat and some sweet shades.]

Poison Ivy

[disciplines]

[Ew, what is this plant the elf's poking at? She seems pretty mad at it, whatever it is, trying her best not to directly touch it as she moves it out of the way.

Ask her what it is or feel free to jump in and get a rash.]

[alwaysaquestion]

[Renee watches her poke at it for a minute. Keeping a safe distance away of course.]

Is that what I think it is?

[disciplines]

Depends on what you're thinking it is, though the fact you're not touching it leads me to believe we're of the same mind. I'm just hoping nobody comes traipsing through it on day one.

[alwaysaquestion]

I'm thinking it's poison ivy. And the reason I'm not touching it is because I have a healthy distrust of the great outdoors.

[craggyfaced]

[Have a knight linefacing over your shoulder, Alleyne.]

What manner of plant is that?

[peeta_bread]

[Peeta squats nearby, picking the plant and holding it out.]

What is it?

Setting Up Camp

[disciplines]

[Now that the sun is setting, you all better start making your beds and creating your own light sources. Also, aren't you hungry? What are you going to even eat out here? Did you bring rations or were you expecting to hunt? Alleyne herself sounds kind of hungry, reaching in her bag for something.

Learn to set up a tent, cook your own food, light a fire, or completely fail at any of these. Or just mingle with each other.]

[her_mouse_jesty]

I think I read about this in a book once...

[Minnie sits, rubbing two sticks together in an attempt to get a fire going. And as you can imagine, not getting a single spark. Hmmm.]

[shipper_on_deck]

[lazily (slowly) digging through a pouch for some flint and steel]

Rub harder. It'll bound to get hot sooner or later.

[wilder]

[This one? Not gonna bother setting up a tent. Just climbing up a tree and making himself comfortable on a large branch.]

[And you know, occasionally dropping acorns on whoever is below. Seeing how long it'll be until someone realizes that...this isn't even an oak tree or you know, the season for acorns. ]

[shipper_on_deck]

[and sooner or later, there's an acorn flying his way, heading towards his head. If he looks down, he's...probably got a damn good view of her chest.]

I have to admit, you're the first red-headed squirrel I've seen.

lmao it chose this icon automatically, gj dw

[ex_avenged224]

[WOW THAT'S SO RUDE.....???

Alleria just stops. And glares up. So much glaring.]

What are you doing?

[shrugs_a_lot]

[Ow... That one lands perfectly on that nest of that is his hair...

...

Glares up at the tree and draws his sword... Scratch that, he draws his nailbat...

Next acorn that's thrown at him will be a home run directly to that guy's forehead.]

[psych0p0mps]

[Aradia has armed herself with a stick and is rooting around in the ground for bugs, poking under rocks and logs, that kind of thing. Occasionally she just straight-up pops one in her mouth.

The first acorn or two she barely notices, because her skull is protected by all that fluffy hair. But the third one makes her reach up and scratch her head... at which point she finds the acorns. She holds them in one hand to examine them, utterly baffled as to how they got there.

Keep throwing? Y/N]

[craggyfaced]

[Durge is silently going about this whole activity with the methodical mien of a veteran. He's already cleared a small area around where his bedroll is set, and is now making a small ring of rocks for a fire. His greatsword is propped up against a tree nearby]

[shrugs_a_lot]

Nice sword. [Says the guy with the enormous broadsword on his back.]

[psych0p0mps]

[Aradia happens to pass into wherever Durge is getting the rocks from, in her search for dinner. She can be found turning them over, rooting in the dirt with a stick, and occasionally eating what she finds.]