ADVENTURE CLUB CAMPING TRIP!!

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adventure club camping trip

what's up?

Bright and early, Ms. Min, Mr. Trullinger and Mr. Berzelius assemble the Adventure Club and all amateur hikers on the shores of Lake Peckenpaugh. This early, it’s downright chilly, with temperatures today not looking like they’ll soar much higher than the upper 50s °F. With that in mind, Ms. Min takes a moment to review warming charms with everyone before they set off. The first leg of the journey takes them up Lake Peckenpaugh by canoe in groups of three or four per boat. The whole excursion carefully avoids known siren territory as they paddle north, deeper into the valley.

The scenery is beautiful, with the angled autumn sun casting long shadows over the trees, coated with vibrant fiery reds, bright yellows and golds, dense enough to look like a heavy quilt tossed over the hills. A couple hours of canoeing take campers well into the Appalachian wilderness and eventually to a simple docking point, where students break for lunch before the hiking half of the trip begins. Mr. Trullinger indulges in a bit of fishing, and is happy to show any interested students the ropes.

After eating, it’s up into the hills, another two hour journey up sometimes precarious (but still marked) dirt paths until students reach the campsite, a modest clearing not too different from Thorntrail’s House grounds, with a creek bed cutting through. While it may take a bit for some camping novices to assemble their tents, there’s still enough daylight to go on a nature walk, hike further up or play some games, and students are asked to meet for check in at dinner.

Even the night isn’t too dark with the full Hunter’s Moon high in the sky tonight. Students are expected to check in one more time by 10PM, and will have most of the morning to explore the camp grounds before packing up to head home again after lunch.

visuals!

volunteer slots!

Poppy winds up sharing a canoe with Mr. Trullinger and Mr. Berzelius. It’s kind of like boating with a couple of children, since the two teachers spend the whole time goofing around. Mr. Trullinger and Mr. Berzelius keep insisting that Poppy paddle faster!! They’re losing the race!!!

While students are allowed to set up their tents using magic, Ms. Min awards anyone who does so manually with a homemade mini apple danish. 💯 Merlin gets theirs assembled fastest, and earns 5 points for their House! Trudy and [CHARACTER D] are so bad at it, they need Mr. Berzelius to come by and put their tent up for them.

After setting up camp Valkyrie decides to go on a short nature hike. Their wandering takes them off the dirt and mulch trails, onto one more pebbly. They walk for a few minutes before the pebbly trail becomes inconveniently rocky to traverse, and here they notice these aren’t rocks and pebbles but chunks of asphalt. Something glinting in the late afternoon sun catches Val’s eye: a chunk of a road sign, reading ‘aw 11 mi’.

tent assignments!

• Tent 1
• Aristotle
• Harrison
• Uriah
• Gertrude

• Tent 2
• Armani
• Chanel
• Laszlo

• Tent 3
• Audrey
• Jupiter
• Freya

• Tent 4
• Bijou
• Scarlett
• Wyatt

• Tent 5
• Cedar
• Valkyrie
• Lydia

• Tent 6
• Edgar
• Imogen
• Mary Grace

• Tent 7
• Felicity
• Poppy
• Presley

• Tent 8
• Maverick
• Merlin
• Pax
• Tony

how this works!

⬥ Students set out from the docks near Deeplurk at a little before 10AM, the canoeing portion of the trip is a fun and relaxing hour and a half adventure that deposits them at the start of their hiking trail. After lunch, the hike is two hours to the campsite, mostly because breaks are frequently taken to ensure everyone's doing okay!

⬥ Students are allowed to roam, but must meet set check ins taking place roughly every two hours while not actively traveling.

⬥ All of this is taking place within the anti-apparition zone, which seems to extend far into the wildnerness north of campus.

locations!

⬦ CANOEING (MORNING): It’s a brisk, beautiful morning and though clouds are moving in, the sky is clear for now and the sun is warm. If you keep your eyes on the shoreline, you may catch sight of some local critters and cryptids. Mr. Trullinger points out the sounds of woodland crooners beyond the treeline at one point. “Don’t worry, guys! We’re passing their territory up! It’s the White Ones we’ll have to worry about tonight!” To which he gets an exasperated, “Oh my God, Georgie.” from Ms. Min.

⬦ HIKING & LUNCH on the SHORE (LATE MORNING/EARLY AFTERNOON): Students and chaperones sit down on the pebbly shore for a lunch of fruit, sandwiches and potato chips. There’s enough time to explore the riverside, take some pictures or do some drawing, before the second leg of the journey begins. A two hour hike up through the hills to a campsite. This is clearly a trail regularly used by hikers and is well tended to.

⬦ CAMPSITE (MIDDAY): Set up your tents and get settled in! There’s plenty of space to relax, explore or play games. With a soft bed of mulch underfoot and a lazy little creek cutting through the campsite, it’s very picturesque. Ms. Min takes a few experienced students to do some more demanding hiking and rock climbing further up the trails. Mr. Berzelius organizes an afternoon nature walk for anyone interested. He may not know the critters and cryptids like Trullinger does, but he has valuable insight into local potions ingredients. Hey juniors, pay attention, you might get a hint on that assignment of yours.

⬦ EVENING & NIGHT: Tonight is the Hunter’s Moon, and though it’s small it’s shining bright tonight. Mr. Berzelius and Ms. Min prepare dinner over a large campfire, and as the sun sinks low, Mr. Trullinger leads a second nature walk to try and spot some local nocturnal fauna. After dark, there're marshmallows to roast, ghost stories to tell and a few students get together and play lumos tag on the edge of the treeline before it’s time to turn in.

⬦ The Trip Back: The next day, after lunch, students break camp, hike back to their canoes and paddle back to campus. Even with some complications, the return trip seems so much faster than the journey out.

⬦ OOC - QUESTIONS, COMMENTS, CONCERNS!

Comments

Uriah & Presley

[infamously]

Presley doesn't bother to look up from his book before he dives an elbow into Uriah's solar plexus. Clearly, a regular occurrence between the two of them. "I don't know an 'MG'," Presley says. This is the most reverence he's willing show his cheer captain. "And I wouldn't be interested, anyway."

Uriah & Presley

[negligently]

"Ow! Asshole." Uriah pushes back against Presley with one hang rubbing the grievous wound. It does discourage him from touching Presley any further, though, at least for now.

"Not your type?" Scuffle concluded, Uriah soldiers on like nothing is out of the ordinary. He grin is back in place almost immediately "So who are you into? Who's gonna be on your arm at the dance?"

Uriah & Presley

[infamously]

There's a flicker of a smile when Uriah yelps—just the slightest upturn of the corner of Presley's mouth, which flattens again when he can feel Uriah's grin directed at him. Presley refuses to look up. "The assumption that I'm 'into' anyone is the most offensive thing you've said to me lately."

He flips a page. "And yes, your incessant chatter has provided some real competition in that category. But I'm sure you'll top yourself, given five minutes and a scrap of attention."

Uriah & Presley

[negligently]

Encouraged, Uriah leans back in. Just a bit. Just enough to stay in Presley's space. He radiates amusement.

"And here you are, handin' it right to me," he sighs dreamily, but it's too cartoonish to be convincing. "Are you really gonna skip out on another dance? Or are you goin' stag? Better brace yourself for all the eligible bachelors and bachelorettes lookin' for a dance. Your high-an-mighty act's real hard to resist."

Uriah & Presley

[infamously]

"I'm well-aware of my quality, which is precisely why I'm not about to hand out dances for cheap compliments." Presley stares down at the page without absorbing any of the words (Potions plant theory, dull but necessary this week). If he really wanted to study, he could tell Uriah to fuck off, but... ugh. How he hates Potions.

Presley sighs, glancing up at the campfire. "Student Council members have a responsibility to help out at the dance. That is where my interest begins and ends. And no, to whatever bullshit you're about to say."

Uriah & Presley

[negligently]

The smile that splits Uriah's face bursts into laughter, but he hopes Presley can tell how he's trying to control it. He's being so good. Or at least somewhat good. He's being alright. That's all anyone can expect of him.

"What did you think I was gonna say?" he pushes. Uriah's eyes are locked on Presley's even though he refuses to return the favor. "Think I'll accuse you of being into some other girl? What about Pax? Felicity? Or is it a fella? Webby's got some charm."

Uriah & Presley

[infamously]

"Gross," Presley says flatly. Were he in a better mood, he might have acknowledged that their friends are attractive—most people at this school are—but being willing to kiss someone (in specific drunk party circumstances) and being "into" them is not the same thing. Presley is decidedly not "into" anyone.

Unfortunately, Uriah gets what he wants when Presley finally directs a frown at him. "Why are you insistent that I must have a crush on someone? What in the world could have given you that dull impression?"