[hr][hr] [h3][color=dc143c][b] 8:00 AM - Friday, June 13th 1980 - Lava Lake trail, BC, Canada[/b][/color][/h3] [hr] [@KazAlkemi][@Achronum][@kittyluna45][@Morose][@Trainerblue192] [hr] The walk finally produced something. The first sign of a campground came into view. A large two-story building, slightly up on a hill, with an oak tree almost pressed against it, sat at the entrance to camp. It has a long porch that stretches from one end of the cabin to the other. An old wooden sign stretches over the path, declaring it Camp Lava Lake. “That’s the main recreation building. It has a kitchen, cafeteria area, a radio, and offices. Including a nurses' station. I have made sure that there is a fresh stock of basics. As long as you don’t need stitches or a defibrillator, you should be able to find what you need there. I don’t know what you’d need for seizures, but if there is something specific I can get at the drug store for you, let me know. I’ll walk anyone who wants to learn how to use the radio through it. Ideally, there should be at least two of you who learn.” Past the sign and main building were several smaller buildings arrayed in a horseshoe shape around a large clearing. Most seemed in some stage of disrepair, and the roofs on several looked new. One looked to be in good condition; it looked like the most work had been done, taking it from falling apart to solid. The others at least didn’t seem like they were going to collapse. “That cabin there, nearest to us, is the one that I’d say is fully stocked and ready for habitation. Again, if you want to split up into different cabins, feel free, but you’ll have to move furniture to do it.” Dobbs rubbed at his temple as the group discussed sleeping arrangements. Beyond the cabins was the lake; it sparkled in the early morning light. Next to it was a building with a few canoes stacked. Dobbs pointed at it. “That building next to the lake needs some work. It is the tool shed and has some swimming and boating supplies. Whoever takes that responsibility needs to test the boats to see which need repair, which can be used for parts, and which are a total loss. I don’t really care how you lot divide the labor. Figure it out, do your jobs, and let me do mine.” He started walking up to the main cabin, pulled off his own backpack, and was digging into it. “Oh, last thing, here.” He tossed a ring of keys to Zeke. “You’ll need to unlock the doors. Congrats, you’re the one in charge of the keys. Do not lose them. Those of you going to the kitchen or learning the radio follow me.” [hr][hr] [center][h1][color=2B9311]Emily[/color][/h1] [img]https://i.imgur.com/ZcwZwWn.jpeg[/img] [hr] [color=2B9311]Location[/color]: Camp Lava Lake Trail [color=2B9311]Skills[/color]: Hiking [/center] [hr][hr] Emily was still glaring at Dobbs, but had settled back, her hackles were no longer as raised at least, and Marco could tell that she wasn’t about to punch him. Mostly because she knew if she did, she probably would be sent home right then and there. [color=2B9311]”What doesn’t cause wrinkles at this point?”[/color] She sighed. [color=2B9311]”And really, I’m fine with however we want to set up the sleeping arrangements. If you want your own cabin for your special self, go for it, Aster.”[/color] She didn’t totally blame him, and sort of wanted a cabin just for Marco and her. It’d be really nice to get some alone time. She howeve,r did the mental math about the group and could guess that Nancy would be alone if that happened. She didn’t think that was a good idea since she had just said she had epilepsy. [color=2B9311]”You can totally call me Em. I prefer it. Nice to meet you, Nancy.”[/color] Em offers a hand for her to shake. [color=2B9311]”I’ll learn the radio too.”[/color] Em notices a slight hesitation, but doesn’t take it personally. She squeezed Marco’s hand. [color=2B9311]”I’ll swing by the kitchen after to see if you need any help. I’m hungry.”[/color] She wanted to learn the other guys names, but didn’t want to get left behind by Dobbs, who was already more than halfway to the main cabin. There were rough steps built into the hill that he was going up. She looked at the scene before her. The tree seemed like it wanted to swallow the building; it was an oak with gnarled branches that gave the impression of unnatural arms with too many joints. It gave her pause. [color=2B9311]”Oh, I suppose we should talk about division of labor. One thing I want to do is hike any trails around here and clear or mark any dangerous areas, so when the kids hike, it’ll be safe for them.”[/color] She’d wait for the others before heading up to the main building, get their names and what sort of things they wanted or could do around the campgrounds. She was actually a little excited to get started.