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]

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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.

[her_mouse_jesty]

[And so she does, with a sigh.]

You know, the books make it seem a lot easier.

[shipper_on_deck]

Why would you read books for something as easy as starting a fire?

[and she's clearing an area of debris and making a little pile of tinder - scraps of cloth, some old paper.]

[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.

[wilder]

[it hits! He rubs his head and was about to complain but...then he saw the view B) ]

That's because I'm a rarity, my darling!

[shipper_on_deck]

[smirk]

Let's hope you're not the skittish sort either.

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?

HAHAHAH PERFECTION

[wilder]

[He looks down. Oh angry elf chick. What else is new]

Sitting?

[ex_avenged224]

Throwing things.

[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.]

[wilder]

[Whoa that is-]

Whoa- over acorns?! That's extreme!

[shrugs_a_lot]

That's all?

[He's just warming up, man!]

[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]

[wilder]

[N. Instead he will wait, seeing what she will do now that she's found the acorn. Dun dun dun. ]

[psych0p0mps]

[Hmmmmm... well, what would you do if you found nuts in your hair? She sticks one in her mouth and bites down experimentally. When she can't crack it with her teeth, though, she tosses them away and continues with what she was doing.]

[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.]

[craggyfaced]

[Durge glances up and notes that particular detail, though if he's surprised at all it doesn't show on his face. Instead he nods in acknowledgement.] It has served me well for many years. I am glad to see I am not the only one that thought to come armed on this trip.

[shrugs_a_lot]

Better be safe than sorry, isn't it what they say?

[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.]

[craggyfaced]

[Startled pause] Are you certain those creatures will not be poisonous?

[psych0p0mps]

[Looks up and swallows.] Yeah, most of them aren't. It's mainly the bright-colored ones you have to avoid. [She pokes around a bit with her fingers, and in a moment is holding up a long, squirming earthworm.] Want one?